Zeiva O'Malley

[Zeiva O'Malley]

General Information

Full name: Zeiva Ray O’Malley
Nickname: Zeiv or Z
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Faction: Beowulf - 12th CoOp Unit
Birthplace: KenVector
Occupation: 12th Combat Operations Unit- Arms Specialist- Ranking: Corporal

Appearance

Image:
Zeiva

Height: 5ft 4in
Weight: 133lbs
Eye color: Pine Green
Hair color and style: Red, chopped short, about chin length, with long messy bangs.
Identifying marks: Freckles, her pale cheeks and nose are absolutely covered in freckles.
Clothing: Zeiv is a pretty casual dresser, she favors a comfy jacket in earthy tones and a plaid skirt with dark leggings and flexible shoes (like ballet slippers). Of course, when on the job she bears a far more professional exterior. She wears a turtle neck shirt of dark tanned Kevlar and matching cargo pants with heavy work boots. The flexibility of the fabric allows her to do her part but durable enough to protect her from most basic attacks and to top it off they’re flame resistant.

Powers

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Personal

Personality: Zeiva is a unit, a working joint, moving with her peers to perform at their peak. It has always been in her nature to work with her surroundings to create a desired outcome which is why she fits so perfectly within the 12th CoOp Unit. When among her peers she is easy going, joking and approachable, but set aside or singled out she is solemn and disagreeable. She doesn’t like mind games and has very little patients, when toyed with she gets snippy and aggressive. On the job she shows no remorse, she does not hesitate and her actions are precise, this of course carries over to her everyday live. While certain things like blood, injury, even death might make anyone else feel sad she’s acquired a thick shell and a morbid sense of humor to help her cope. To some she seems heartless and impersonal, occasionally she wonders if they’re right, but for the most part she tries to think about it too much; it’s just a result of the times.

History: If anyone could say anything about Zeiva it was that she’s plain, her life is plain. There are no grueling family scares, no terribly childhood secrets or excruciating training since she could walk. She was born to a nice middle class couple in one of the many suburban areas surrounding the Kenificus Vector, her parents loved her, did everything in there power to make her happy and when she was three they had another child, her little brother. Admittedly, like most children she was jealous once her brother arrived, she was no longer the baby, she threw a few tantrums, but soon enough she was a model big sister.

When she was old enough to start school she was nervous as many six year olds are, but the feeling didn’t last, she knew several of her classmates from around her neighborhood and she settled in. She wasn’t the class clown or the brightest student, she was average. She did her homework -usually- she paid attention in class -most of the time- all through school she was just another kid.

When she was twelve and her brother was nine, she ended up on the receiving end of a few fists. While Zeiva was nothing but ordinary her little brother Odd was a trouble maker; after school while the two were walking home from the bus a few older boys approached them. The biggest and clearly the leader started flapping is gob about Odd owing the boys some unpaid lunch money, being the big sister, though clearly not the largest of the bunch she stepped in telling the boys to take a hike. Push came to shove and both she and her brother ended up walking home five dollars out, a few cuts and bruises and a nasty black eye for Zeiv.

After that her parents enrolled both her and Odd in a Self Defense class after school, soon the hour long lessons not only became a necessity but a pleasure. The physical excretion and dedication gave her something to be proud about. While her was content at doing a generally mediocre job Zeiva always put her best foot forward and even stepped up from mere self defense to a regular kick boxing and martial arts training when she was fifteen, but it wasn’t until a few years later that she even considered joining the army.

Throughout her high school years, apart from her afterschool endeavors, she was something of a rebel, she enjoyed heavy music and grunge bands, week old Chinese food and walking around the neighborhood at three am just to be out of bed. But as her education neared an end and the pressure was on to choose a career or college, the constant rabble of “What do you plan to do when you graduate, Zeiva?” crowded her head and before she knew it she was signing away on the dotted line. She had no interest in college, had no idea what she would do there or how she would appease her parents pleads for her to grow up, it all fell into a simple answer; the army. It was a job, she’d have responsibility galore, and best of all it honed in on her one talent; fighting.

And so it was, fresh out of high school and off to the mud pits. She was an exemplary private, following orders and moving with her fellow comrades to accomplish whatever the task was and it wasn’t long before she joined the 12th CoOp Unit. She learned to move, act and react with her peers, a well oiled machine, striking fast and hard to the core.

Other:

Face Claim:
[b]Scott Pilgrim[/b], Kim Pine

[Amaya]

Everything seems to be in order.

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