Name: Aquila Myndozias.
Gender: Female.
Age: 30 years old.
Race: Human.
Appearance: Aquila is by no means a mutant or abhuman in any case as the horns aren't hers but is rather worn, which that being out of the way, has a rather exercised dimension. Her knuckles are leathery and so is the rest of her hand course from the harshness she puts herself in front of, having been used to hold harsh scaly objects often enough to make it thicker and tougher, her knuckles so used to being split hardened and the bones behind it thickened. The rest of her skin pale as much as it is creamy, covered in a few scars notably in the back, lashes from the looks of it, from the abuse she took in to perhaps in a masochistic need for improvement, inflicted on herself.
Overall, her body stands to be well taken care of, cleaned and with tones of muscles present, but nothing gaudy or overly exaggerated as packs. She stands a good 6' 0" feet, in fact, easily able to match a man's height and usually looks down on them. She has a measurement of B cups closer to C, a somewhat curvy figure and waistline, but despite such appearance, it shows indeed she isn't flexible but rather has reach. She has a somewhat orange hair, and black eyes, with her hair tips reaching past her shoulder. Has a mark of darker pigmentation of rounded circle proportion partly to the side under her mouth.
Clothing of choice: Supposedly she likes to wear her NOL uniform, creamy khaki with a beret, complete with pants and jackboots. Not really caring much about her upper apparel as she tends to waltz around in said appearance with disregard to that specific regulation, customizing it on account of not liking the fact there are no pants, and as a pants person, she can't have that. And by some unforeseen chance or miracle which isn't related to work, that she wears something casual, would typically be varied in nature and never consistent. Sometimes going as far as to be outlandish as archaic period clothing, to something as inappropriate as animal costumes. Otherwise, the only thing consistently worn throughout the time seen on her, would be the two black horns she wears on her head each, a trophy she has gotten and prefers to wear, that people would mistake her for a Beastkin, though not her intention, she cares not.
Loyalty: NOL.
Occupation: Zero Squadron - Captain.
Personality: Aquila fancies herself as a character straight out of a Sherlock novel, which doesn't help she actually reads it obsessively, possessing a keen eye for detective work which is acquired from cold reading mostly. All to help with the job really, as she inspects even the most minute details with scrutiny. Despite this aspect of her, overall she seems a rather unhinged individual whom despite her many eccentric traits such as inappropriate attitude, delusions regarding the Beastkin, and somewhat strange speech syntax she'd sometimes delve into, her passions are mostly to collect trophies, and take thrills from life at its best, and worst. She seems to not regard societal niceties with much care, preferring to be obnoxious, blunt, frank and rather mischevious in her dealings, with only her formal and respectful treatment regarded to a select few, among those whom she admires most are the Imperator. Indeed, truly her love for justice shines like a beacon, that she thinks it worth having a code to uphold the Law regardless the cost, and the Order that follows as a member of the Wings of Justice, Zero Squadron. A view she had before even joining the squad. She, for a better word, is eccentric, harbors secret sadism and a need to dominate and come out on top, as per whatever had happened would shape her up so.
She seems to have hopes for actually one day to solving an actual "unsolvable" crime scene that no one else would, and has shown the perception and the training, if not obsession to dutifully follow it up. Seems to enjoy reading Sherlock novels, playing checkers, and generally abusing her subordinates with disciplinary actions for the smallest infractions, paperworks, or other colourful punishments she'd think of. And ultimately, her ambitions are to in fact reach to the rank of General, since as a person who isn't a member of the Duodocim families, she didn't have the headstart like the rest of them, and had to work her ass off to get to her position, at least establish herself with a pedigree enough to afford her some personal room for customization. She also likes the idea of the Imperator, and admires the Imperator as well, the public able figure seen as the unknown enigmatic figure by most. Also seems to have a thing with pants, horns, and trophies.
Weaponry: Versis Aeternum: Initially a hilt she holds, two handed and sized to fit her hands both as it seems to possess no blades. Made of golden grooving rings around to constitute the grip, with a guardless top that possesses a hole in the middle. One that shines luminescent with a viscous and shifting mercury-like fluids inside. One that seems deigned to take shape however that suits Aquila's needs best. Tends to have a strap on it so it can be worn around her wrist, or attached to her belt, easily pulled off, or in fact materialized at her behest at hand.
Abilities: Typically through sheer discipline, and training, Aquila Myndozias is a well learnt woman with attributes that are to say of a well trained person. She can act, move and hit with force behind it, as much as the next person with a disciplined body can as her blows can cause cracks in bones and her manner of making for speed endows her with alacrity that she traverses grounds with ease and certain haste semi-blurred in form when seen, but that's not her forte namely and chief among them. What stands valued highest and most proficient, are her eyes that comprehend things quite fast. Something she has attained through sheer training to read situations within a span of a moment, comprehend visual information, and act reflexively within trivial prompts. In other words, she reacts pretty damn fast, her keen eyes discern moment movements, and like a detective, can gander a guess towards what may occur next. That aside as a physically capable person, she went through the Academy same as all others in NOL, and can cant a few side Ars basic as they be of her own. Though whatever training she had in the academy are in fact nothing compared to the experience she raked up fighting as a member of Forlorn Hope, in actual combat where whatever works, works, hence she has picked up on actual combat experience to know how to apply them pragmatically.
She, as a person whom fancies herself as a Sherlockian detective, as part of the job, has a keen eye for reading underlying context of situations, cold reading, and attaining information rapidly to come to a conclusion over others, because damn it, she sees herself as a detective. It also means she has a good nose for discerning scents, and her visual optics to realize small details that most others would disregard.
Further complimenting her so is her Ars Magus weapon as it stands formless, able to harden into a shape whichever she requires as long as it is not ranged. That any weapon needed solidifies from viscous mercury-like liquid which in turn, takes a more rigid form as far as her imagination goes. Though basic in concept, she stands versatile with it, as some of her more favored forms with her weapons would stand as a claw with joints lining up enough to encompass the rest of her arm's form, in a way, appreciative of the way Kaka's fight except as the weapon cannot be two, but only one, wears it only singular. Conversely the rule follows the rest of her weapons same as she may have only one weapon, the form of the weapon to not become apart and distinct from its origination, that it would retain singular appearance as the mercury-like fluids sprouts from the hilt she holds, that always it remains connected, never separating regardless how she wishes it so. That any that even somehow she manages to find a loophole to separate, turns back into metallic liquid that oozes and turns inert.
History: A commoner born and through she grew, as she had not the support or the backing of the Duodocim families, and neither any noble patronage to host her, had worked hard and long rather with dreary days spent in most youthful imaginations. Her family however stood as principled and staunch supporters to NOL, and groomed her to join the elite school, the military academy, that funnily enough, she thought was a pervert academy due to a weird mispronunciation of the name. Regardless of stray asides cast blunder, she joined same as any other from the acceptable age given to be groomed into becoming a member of NOL.
The academy life was long, dull and grueling, and she herself has been one of those that aren't promised a high commission even upon graduation, but nonetheless worked off to gain acceptable grades with not much else to do as her life was spent as an academy brat, those that are trained from an early age just to do well in the academy as if they had no life of their own, but that was never really something that'd work on sapient sentient creatures such as she, Aquila. Throughout the time, the studies were arduous, long and monotonous, and she had a LOT of burden on her shoulders that she took to escapist fantasies in the form of archaic ancient novels such as Sherlock Holmes, those that she seemed to pick up on a delusional need to emulate to a sense to perhaps become a bigger person than she is, as she honestly saw herself as bland. Filling herself with self-professed traits she'd absorb from Sherlock Holmes novels as she decided to spice herself up for what she sees the world as a grand story with a narrative to be fulfilled, with her as a character, as far as she saw. So far deluded she was, that she begun to believe in her escapist fantasies.
Despite that, she rated below average when it came to aptitude with Ars Magus, that being trained harsh was required, but scored highest in mental departments, such as comprehension, reaction and intelligence. All three of which would compensate for her somewhat above average physical department potential when rated from the Grimoire to see what she was suited best for. Being assigned to classes meant for cultural studies, as well as forensics and by her own chief choice, Kendo and Aikido, with one more class in Diplomacy, that even she admitted she had no tolerance or patience for. Having managed to excel not in Kendo in Aikido, and especially not in Diplomacy, but in Cultural Studies and Forensics, overall achieving a high grade worth accolades as she was graduated with full flying colours. Assigned initially to the Armagus Infantry within a unit that they all affectionately dubbed as Forlorn Hope, often with a tradition of writing despair on their uniform, to show they have been assigned hopeless and suicidal tasks, they have acted out missions that are often bloody, violent, and grueling.
Normally the people that are placed in the unit tend to be troublemakers and low scoring members of the Academy, Aquila counted as an oddity as she requested to be assigned to that unit. Joining it with the ambition of being in the most action as possible, so she would actually rise to at least a high enough rank and be seen as beneficial to NOL, whilst taking part of a very risky gamble. Seeing potential in being pit in the most dangerous jobs as a member of NOL, to take down a stronghold of rebels at the time as there was a prelude to the Ikaruga rebellion. That at its infancy, back when it was boiling, there was words that Ikarugans, some splinter element were stockpiling weaponry, and yet they were heavily entrenched in an area lined with Ars Magus defense emplacements that would make an attack from air null, and that the only place to go there without being barraged with sheer volley of bullet ars, would be underground, which is defended just as heavily as they anticipate entry from there. As expected, the unit, whom at the then Master Sergeant Aquila, would follow her Company Officer, a Lieutenant, a man whom was dumped in the unit, and also someone she knew in her class, to lead on. That the discovery of this passage point was thanks to Aquila's keen eyes, though however well hidden, she has found evidence of its existence. Taking advantage of it, they sallied and charged across the long winding corridor with no cover between them and the entry up. Losing half the men in the charge, as they had to resort using the bodies of their comrades as cover, and another quarter as they got into close quarter combat with the then rebels as of the time.
Meeting a bihorned Beastkin, fearsome and great of reputation by the name of Bulba, Aquila, as the only other officer free, as the rest of her now meager unit whittled down to a few, and are still dying, with the indomitable man that maintained morale of the stronghold was none other than the powerful Beastkin. The two clashed and fought for good long minutes as Aquila found herself outmatched in sheer power by the huge Beastkin, becoming dirtier as she fought as the two exchanged blows, knowing that death's door was coming closer the more she tries to block as opposed to parry, but with the cramped space she was in, she had no choice but to actually accept said blows. Her arm had bones cracked and beginning to splinter, her lungs burned with fire of fatigue, tired and drawing herself ragged, and every breath she took in was like a knife being stabbed through her throat. She was tired, and her battle was drawing to a close end that she elected to retreat instead to retain her breath. Outrunning Bulba as she resorted towards keeping him at a distance with a polearm, that the fight still continued, and her cuts were shallow, that it took her mustering her entire willpower to keep dragging this on as long as possible The time spent fighting within was less time spent where the barrage were shot out, leaving huge gaps of space outside as the distraction was sufficient for more important members of NOL's military to charge in. With the explosive entry and reinforcement as it was all minutes required to break through, she, with a lucky sure thrust, impaled Bulba through his vulnerable nethers as he keeled from the pain of being gelded, before being driven with multiple bladed objects by the NOL reinforcement.
Warily she'd trod over as the chaos of battle unfurled around her, what little unit she was in were dead tired as she was, had collapsed. She, with her own reserve of power, dragged herself to Bulba, and undone his horns neatly to cut them off for a trophy as her victory over him, before too she would collapse from sheer fatigue assailing her. Awakening later on in the hospital to be told that there was no casualty from everyone else but her unit, that there was too little of it that for her to be effective, she'd be absorbed in another. However, was given leave to recuperate with healing and regaining fatigue, learning that the unit's leader was long dead, and she was the highest reigning officer within it at that point. Given a promotion over her exemplary initiative and perception that in fact lessened their casualties from 100% to something less, had they chosen to assault from the front, that her suggestion had won her admiration.
Her role in the Ikaruga war from then on was spent no longer in heavily dangerous tasks, not like back in her unit, but still was in part of fighting off the Ikarugans whom were tenacious as they were desperate for an independence. Performing well enough to earn her enough promotions, and set a good impression on her fellow officers, that she had earned their recommendations, though despite her aloof and eccentric nature, if as they'd put it, her seemingly hungry eyes for domination that put them at unease, would nonetheless not influence their decisions sans a few. It was at her own request that she wanted to be put into Zero Squadron, that in the end, it was accepted at the end of the war, and she was given another promotion to boot to compliment her new position. Sent to be interned to another to be taught the protocols of Zero Squadron, she pleased her instructor with her tenacity and zeal for justice, and a need to learn as much as she can from the instructions given as a junior officer underneath his command. That time has passed and she was given independence to act as a soldier of her own, where judgement be needed. Not prized only because of her justice loving, but also despite her quirks, for her keen eyes to judge and get to the bottom of matters, to punish rebels and to see them punished appropriately as the Imperator's Fist.
Aquila would eventually receive orders to investigate for rebel activities in Kagutsuchi, as it is one of the more notorious hierarchical cities out there that has seemed to garner trouble aplenty. That in mind, bracing herself as she would reflect on the trophies she has earned not only in the war, but out of busting down rebels, she'd prepare herself to find out the root of this problem, and hammer down with the Iron Fist of the Imperator. It doesn't matter whatever reasons they had, it was simply not pragmatic, and would in the end, spell crippling capacity being neutered the more violence would spiral out of control. Her motives however as it went were far more deeper than that... as she, for a time, had thought of an experiment to see over how to solve this conundrum. It was a bothersome affair really, but being in a highly coveted position like Squad Zero never was an easy choice, and that's precisely why she went for the job, not only because of her indulgence at such height of power, but also because of what she can do with such autonomy, as long as it is deemed justified to the eyes of whomever so decides to hold her accountable.
Cheerful, she'd depart to the city for her investigation over the climate and problems there, and perhaps in the process, net herself a nice promotion.
Subject: Aquila Myndozias 
Sat Apr 19, 2014 7:58 pm
