Anahi Darkk

[anahi]

O O C . 4 1 1
NAME OR ALIAS; Ni
GENDER; Female
AGE; 21+
EXPERIENCE; Several years of rp and many more writing
LOCATION; US

c h a r a c t e r . b a s i c s

GIVEN NAME(S);
Anahi Linn
LAST NAME;
Darrk
NATIONALITY / HERITAGE;
Persian American
SPOKEN LANGUAGES;
French and Arabic
PLACE OF BIRTH;
A Monastary in the Mountains
AGE/DATE OF BIRTH;
December 24th
OCCUPATION;
Socialte/Shadow League Assassin
CANON;
No

p h y s i c a l . d e s c r i p t i o n

EYES;
Pink
HAIR;
Pale white blonde
HEIGHT; 5'
GENERAL APPEARANCE;
Nothing about what she is gives her away, Anahi stands at five foot even, her pale blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, and to her waist, often worn up in eloberate styles. She dress's the part of a rich socialite, rarely seen in the same outfit twice. Those that see her would say she's stunningly pretty, but there is something more to it than that, and with the right application of make up becomes beautiful. Her face is heart shaped, with almond shaped eyes of pink, the color of an albino. They are full lashed, and give her an air of being younger tha she actually is. She has high cheek bones, and a small nose, her lips are full, and turned only faintly at the side, as though she is enjoying a joke only she hersefl is hearing.

Her frame is usually drapped in well tailored and expensive clothing, but that doesnt hide the slenderness of her form, the gentle slopeing curves of her body. Not to busty, but not to flat either, she has the build of what some whould think a prima ballarina should have. She is light weight, and quick. Graceful, some would say in movement and actions. She carries herself with a regal bearing even when she's scared out of her mind. She is long limbed and gives the over all appearance of something foxish, with the way her nose and eyes sit, and the faint smile that is always just a breath away from forming on her lips.
DRESSING STYLE;
Her dress style varies, nevering wearing anything more than once if she can help it. She dresses in rich vibrant colors, of reds, blues, and greens as though she likes to be seen during the day. Sparkling jewelry of all sorts and the newest of items stright from France. Its good to be Filthy Rich! When out side on outting she perfers to dress like what everyone else dress's in. Though her's are more feminine than most, seeming to perfer skirts and blouses, to pants and shirts.

When she is on a job its all business, she dresses in leather or loose silk, thing that even like her normal style of dress allow for a freedom of movement, she wears steel toed tabi boots, allowing her to land better on her feet. The reinforced leather acts as something of a shield against attack, she doesn't put on the full armor of the Shadow unless she plans to be killing someone, and even than it is in Shadow, as they should be creatures of night, sent to strike fear into people, a ledgend you have to wonder about.

g i m m e . p e r s o n a l i t y

LIKES;
-Reading Horror
-Singing
- Martial Arts
-Quiet Evenings In
- Exciting Evenings Out
- Thunderstorms
DISLIKES;
- The hounding of papparazi
- Being paired up with this person or that in the news papers
- Overly Aggressive Men
- Bullies
- Chauvanists
- The Summer Months
HABITS;
- Wears expensive jewerly all the time, will always have at least one piece on.
- Watching Others
- Speaks very softly
- Collects plushie foxs
STRENGTHS;
- Filthy Rich
- Extensive Martial Arts Training
- Deceptive Looks
- Strong Willed
- Intelligent
WEAKNESSES;
- Charitable
- Nightmares
- Lesser version of Albinoism (the Sun does burn her)
- Soft Hearted
- Compassionate to Other's Plights
GENERAL CHARACTER TRAITS;
Everyone has two sides, the side they are inside and the side they show the world. For Anahi its actually a mixture of the two, she is a strong willed, young woman, who holds herself to a strict morale code, but at the same time, she is a killer pure and simple. She works for the league when they need her to, making hits here and there, but by nature she is a calm and compassionate woman. Not given to her fears, though she can be scared. She is well known to be charitable to the less fortunate, she will host fund raisers, and parties, to make sure that there is enough money for the local shelters be it human or animals. Anahi contributes to what ever city she is in. This makes her something of a targer for the paparazi which she detests to the fiber of her being, but it wouldn't be the right thing to do to off them. Though some in recent months have gone missing.

Quick to smile or laugh at a joke, she has a fondness for foxs, and she is often gleeful to be given such as a gift, small thing make her happy, to have so much money this is a rare thing, she hasn't quiet become jaded with her lifestyle. She is often haunted by nightmares of what had happened to her mother in India as a young girl. On this level she often donates funding to anyone researching how to improve sleep methods.

When on the job, she bottles this self up, and surrounds it with armor as a warrior would surround himself in armor as well. She is quick decissive and to the point, she is a no nonesense get the job done, type of woman. She does not believe in the old saying of there is no honesty among thieves.

y o u r . h i s t o r y

SPOUSE; None
CHILDREN; None
PARENTS; Mahatt Darkk-mother (deceased), Mr.Darkk -father (alive but MIA)
SIBLINGS; None she knows about
EDUCATIONAL HISTORY; A life of personal tutors and education at the hands of the league, she is a Master at Martial Arts.
BACKGROUND STORY;
Born on a snowy Christmas Eve, in a small Mountain Villiage that was just beneath the League of Shadows Temple, her father a ranking member and her mother a skilled assassin of the same order, her life path was already set before her. Not to say she didn't have a splendid childhood. She was well loved, and taken care of. Children should be allowed to be Children, she grew but she didn't get as tall as the other students, and she certainly wasn't as dark. She was diagnosised with a lesser for of albinosim that stunted the pigments in her skin, and made her eyes pink, to her it was pretty to look as she did and so she led a fairly normal life, discipline was a must.

Like all children she was well educated and took quickly to the applied sciences, alchemy, chemistry, mathamatics, she wasn't a star pupil in all her classes but she kept up. She had a gift for remembering things which helped her immensely. When she was six she began to train under her mother, whom wanted to make sure her little girl could fend for herself in the large cruel viscious world. A reknown assassin herself, she taught her child the skills she needed when the League took interest in her and brought her into the folds. The extensive training helped to discipline her mind, as much as it toned her body, and made her into a weapon of war, though it was a War that had long been going on, since the beginning of time, or so they were taught.

When she was nine she was with her mother, in a small villiage, when the woman was attacked and murdered by men dressed similar to the League, the only problem was she was gifted with detail, and took down every last inch of them. They decided they had to do something with her and she too was attacked. They cut her throat and left her there to die. It was a close thing but she survived that attack, her voice box was damaged so it was difficult for her to scream or talk above a soft voice. She never forgot the faces of her mother's killers and she has been looking for these men for sometime, turning the fortune her mother left her to this end. Apparently she learned assassinations paid well, a fact she'd find out all to soon.

Her first mission was a diplomat on vacation, and she preformed the act so quickly and so smoothly she was compared to a sly little fox, this analogy stuck with her and she adapted it, as a code name. That was the beginning of a long lusterious career.She began to gain more and more responsiabilities and she was a key factor in the removal of many a despot person. When Ras Al Ghul decided it was time to come to Gotham and destroy it. She was one of the order that went with him, with the supposed death of the Leader of her Organization, she decided to stay on in Gotham, to see if a body was found, as she doesn't believe that he is gone, or won't believe until there is a body. She is also looking into the death of her mother more closely.

While she is no where near as wealthy as Bruce Wayne, she is very wealty, and she used alot of her money to contribute to local shelters, childrens, battered woman, homeless and animals. It seems to be what her compassionate nature has driven her to do. The recent events within the city have her concerned, but not overly so. Since she knows how to take care of herself well enough. The only people who know about her assassinations, is dead, or no longer within in the city of Gotham.

e x t r a . d e t a i l s

CHARACTER TITLE;
HOW DID YOU FIND THE SITE?; Jokers Gotham
ANYTHING ELSE?

r o l e p l a y . s a m p l e

Her eyes met the image in the mirror as she attatched the sparkling earring that fell along side the left side of her neck, and Anahi ran the expensive brush through her long hair. She pulled it into a simple but elegant twist. This was another dinner party that she had to attend in a long stretch of boring dinner parties. There was something to be said for the sacrfices that had to be made, so the people who wrote the papers didn't turn against you. She knew the young man in question, he was Gotham Old Money, and he was holding this event for a good enough reason, she supposed. The Project Smile Program was important. She shimmed into the blue gown, and gave herself one last look in the mirror, before she nodded her approval, and made her way from the room closing the door behind her. Andrew was an outstanding citizen or so they said, they didn't know about his other side though, but she did. Her contact had given her all the proof she needed to do him in.

It wasn't difficult when you were a socialite to get that close to someone and than finish them off. Nothing ever really clung to her, she'd not been caught, was not even in the Criminal Record Base. She had no date for this event, she was arriving stag. Since she didn't want to be linked to anyone. This should go down quickly and without a flaw. She knew the lay out of the House, she had, had dinner with his family a week earlier, and she was here as support only. Few people would look to closely at her.

She found it odd the masks people wore, Take Andrew Carol for instance, he was a outstanding citizen, but he was also into other less polite things, things that could indeed get them in trouble. Anahi slipped into the limo that awaited her, and she settled in the back seat, she took the latest King novel from her bag and flipped through it. She only noticed she wasn't going where she was suppose to at the last moment when the driver turned into a dark alley way. She tucked her book away and cursed softly to herself, she should have been more alert. Damn" she whispered to herself as she moved, she tugged the long length of the gown she wore and the little crystal clasps along the side gave way in her hand, she tucked them away in her bag, and prepared herself for what would no doubt be trouble, guns...she hated guns. She could almost hear the click of the safty being released, and she slide the tanto from the large bag she carried, fashionable and in season. The weapon went through the back of the leather seat like butter, and into the driver who no doubt was going to try and shoot her.

The blond twirled the blade once it slid free she dropped to the floor and crawled under it when the gunfire began, she braced herself and winced at the loud pops, the car was riddled and she felt the sting of a bullet when it impacted with her thigh. She hissed in pain, and waited that was all she could truely do. No armor or real weapons other than herself. She waited to hear the clicks of the guns, before she peeked out, they would have hand guns now, not the large ones, that had shot up the car. Anahi limped from the car, and she burst into action, there were two men left, her tanto went end over end into the first gunner, she couldn't tell which one had shot her, it didn't matter--they both were going to die.

The other one found out, that the girl didn't need a blade even limping, she spun around and lashed out her hand steady, her palm up, and the force of her movement reinforced the sudden palm strike to the man's face. There was a distinct crunching sound of his nose breaking, and the furthur disgusting sound of bone through flesh, as it pierced his brain. She was glad she was in gloves. She was bleeding all over the place, and she glanced down, and dropped where she was dialing emergency.

She had been double crossed and when she found out who had set her up there would be hell to pay, and she was the enforcer collecting.

[Elizabeth Connery]

Hi, this looks like a great application.

I'm not complete sure though, but Ames is out. I'll go ahead and accept it, but do understand, that if Ames sees a problem with it, you need to change it.

Thanks.