Post by emma on Dec 29, 2009 17:52:33 GMT -5
Name:
Malandra Ramakrishna
Age:
Thirty-nine (including six years of being cryogenically frozen)
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Race:
Human
Human Physical Description:
A perfectionist, Malandra strives to keep a godlike appearance, which isn’t difficult considering how beautiful she already is. She stands at an average height of about 5’4”, with a faultlessly feminine body. No matter what style of gown Malandra chooses from her wide variety of wardrobes, all of her dresses are fitted to show off her womanly attributes. The collars are always cut low to show her entire back, and nearly entirely expose the rounded flesh of her large, ample chest. The skirts themselves are either very short or cut along the sides so that when she walks, her entire legs show as well as her voluminous hips. However, despite her demeaning, scanty clothing, Malandra always holds herself like a queen. She does have very long legs and arms, almost lanky compared to her full torso, and her skin is a creamy white, almost silver compared to her long, cascading black hair. Her face is completely free of blemishes and skin impurities, with large eyes, the colour of which she changes on her whims, framed by thick dark lashes. Her face is almost child-like and open, with soft, low cheekbones and full lips.
Malandra’s wardrobe comes in a variety of colours and styles, depending on her mood. She rarely wears an outfit more than once, and usually changes her appearance at least a few times a day. The only thing that Malandra doesn’t change is her hair colour, although she does enjoy changing the irises of her eyes to every hue of the rainbow. Her different kinds of attire, too, though wildly differing in style, do have some similarities. For one thing, they are always very form-fitting and revealing, with only her chest and waist not exposed at some point, leaving very little to the imagination. It is also fitted to show off her physical attributes, as explained above, but Malandra’s clothing absolutely always carries some form of elegance, be it in material or style.
Personality:
Malandra is mostly feared for her fury. Though she always appears calm and dignified on the outside, her rage is something that strikes easily and that she can’t control, and it has led her to do things that she often regrets. Usually, to vent her fury, she does such things as throwing herself onto her ‘experiments’- human beings that she uses to test the meanings of pain and death. She violates them both physically and mentally before killing them, and has more often than not found herself eating them alive, as well. Usually, she continues to rip and tear her victims long after they’re dead, and only after she is satisfied by the ruins she creates does she calm down and become almost sane again. When the situation calls to hold her temper, at least until she can vent it in private, Malandra’s voice is tight and cold, and her eyes flash.
Malandra believes pain and flesh are symbolic with the spirit. Because she is the first person to have ‘discovered’ this, Malandra believes it is her duty to study it until she can bring forth enough proof to prove her discovery to the ignorant world. And so, Malandra has obsessed herself with death and pain, both of which she considers to be the most beautiful things in the world. Those that she kills in her fits of rage are studied for hours afterwards, so she can learn how long it took for them to die (since she often can’t remember anything about the episode) and what exactly was the killing blow. She studies different levels of pain on different types of people. For instance, she would note the differences between how a man would handle having his arm ripped off as opposed to a woman, or a young person to an elder. She tosses her failed experiments away, and keeps the strongest ones alive through cutting-edge medical technology, as well as cutting off any chance her experiments have of suicide. All of her experiments have upset Malandra at some point or are just people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
However, on the moon of Pandora, Malandra doesn’t usually have the means to conduct such experiments, and so she has focussed all her time and furious energy into unlocking the mysteries of Eywa. Malandra has no avatar, both because her duty usually requires her to remain in the compound and because she strongly dislikes the idea of being trapped in the body of a blue monkey. Malandra doesn’t care much for the Na’vi as a whole, seeing them as a stain, and is especially jealous of their beauty, but she is intrigued by their connection with the planet, and, most of all, how she can use this connection for her own gain with her personal studies.
Based on these extreme aspects of her personality, Malandra cannot be called the sanest person in the world. Intriguingly, however, she actually has very powerful views on madness. She is constantly searching for the real, deep meanings of pain, and considers herself to be the one sane person in a world gone crazy. She will spend hours rocking over the emotional feelings of a pregnant woman whose fetus she has removed, or of a man whose body has given up on him during one of her more intense torture methods. She is a writer, constantly searching for the deeper meanings of the world, and this makes her a very emotional, thoughtful person when she is experimenting with her subjects. Among people that are not her test subjects, Malandra is politely rude, but carries a flirtatious air that has men and women coming back to her bedroom more often than not. Malandra is very conceited about her beauty, and considers herself the most perfect thing on the planet. Therefore, if she sees a woman she thinks is more beautiful than her, Malandra often chooses to dispose of her through violent methods.
Talents:
Seduction- Malandra is, physically, stunningly beautiful. Therefore, it poses no real difficulty for her to attract men, and this is a tactic she often uses to boost her position, or to punish those who have upset her somewhere along the line. With her richly embroidered clothing, and the scanty, revealing styles of them, as well as her way with words, Malandra can easily achieve whatever she wants, and whomever she wants.
Fear- Malandra knows exactly which buttons to push when it comes to instilling fear. This is a tactic she usually uses on people whom she either finds unworthy to use her charms on, or merely for when the occasion calls for it. Though she would much rather use people to further achieve her personal studies, there does come the time when her superiors need her to keep herself in check, and she performs these tasks even better than she does when just flirting.
Silver Tongue- Malandra has a certain charm- her beauty, sultry voice, refined English accent, and intelligence make her a persuasive woman. One of her favourite hobbies is manipulating the people around her- breaking up relationships, turning friends against friends, and other nuances for the sake of keeping her amused. Malandra’s silver tongue has also gotten her out of trouble more times than she can count.
History:
Lucrezia Leone, before she became Malandra, was born on October 31st, 2147 in Milan, Italy to Rosabella Leone, a surgeon, and Tasio Leone, an aeronautics engineer. When she was still a baby they moved to Cornwall in southern England to avoid the Iberian War between Italy and Spain. Lucrezia was placed into a high-class boarding school in the English countryside for basic education. She proved to be an intelligent young girl, and became a social butterfly, but Lucrezia felt like she was missing something in her life. Her parents were distant, as Lucrezia only saw them a few times a year, and she assumed it was them that she was missing.
That thing continued to evade her until the summer that she was twelve, when she was in a car accident that killed both her parents. Lucrezia was stunned to discover that she wasn’t afraid of the dripping blood or unmoving bodies, but rather fascinated. She didn’t feel terrible for her parents’ deaths, but was intrigued by a person in regal, deathly repose. The human body was a wonder to her, and Lucrezia aspired to become a doctor. She finished school with top marks and went to Oxford University for her medical degree. As Lucrezia studied dead cadavers, she couldn’t help but be fascinated by death itself. She realized that it was pain that intrigued her, not healing as she had originally thought as a child. And so, meticulously, Lucrezia secretly underwent her own studies with living patients before killing them in ‘regrettable complications’. She managed to keep it closed enough to avoid attention, and by the time she was twenty-six earned a Master’s degree and happily went job-hunting in other countries.
One proposition that attracted her eye was a job in a military hospital in Dallas, Texas, which she accepted, mostly because it was a hospital for soldiers back from the Pandora incident more than twenty years earlier. They were suffering from after-effects due to cryogenic freezing and the atmosphere of Pandora. Lucrezia was fascinated by Pandora, and went to America hoping to learn more about it, but was swept up in the intense training duties and close observation of patients. There, surrounded by hundreds of ailing bodies, she went crazy with her observations of pain and death. And, for a while, she got away with it, due to using her own beauty as manipulation and because the hospital’s executive, General Nagendra Ramakrishna, was entranced by Lucrezia. He found her perspectives on death and her beauty fascinating, and was happy to hide her failed experiments for her in return for personal pleasure.
Eventually, though, she was caught when she was twenty-nine, and Lucrezia was hauled off to prison, egged on by the many grieving families of her victims. However, Nagendra found that capital punishment or life in prison, the only two ways she could go, were a waste for such intelligence. Instead, he came up with a solution- she would change her name and undergo special training for a new medical project. Lucrezia Leone, officially, would be punished with euthanasia. Unofficially, she would be studying Pandora and going there in four years with a team of scientists to research the ecosystem. Lucrezia agreed, having little other choice, and Nagendra managed to produce a young woman with similar features to Lucrezia. She was euthanized, and the real Lucrezia married Nagendra, changing her name to Malandra Ramakrishna.
Malandra studied Pandora for three years, everything from the Na’vi culture and language to the fauna and flora of the moon. Then, when she was thirty-two, she spent a year physically readying herself for space travel and cryogenic freezing. Finally, shortly before her thirty-third birthday, she was declared the Head of Operations of the Pandoran expedition and placed into a space shuttle. She was frozen during the six-year journey and unfrozen when entering Pandora’s atmosphere in 2186. Malandra has since set herself up as the Head of the expedition, and spends most of her time in the compound.
RP Sample:
Malandra really hated late shifts.
Besides the obvious drainage of beauty sleep that would lead to baggy eyes, premature wrinkles and generally the total ruin it was bound to do to her stunning beauty, she had to deal with late-night visitors from outside that liked to smash into the windows and give her a fright every now and then. She now narrowed her eyes as something small and birdlike in both appearance and intelligence unglued itself from the pane, flapping in tiny circles. Ooh, an unnamed species. That was liable to drive one of her zoologists mad with joy. At this point, however, at one o’clock in the morning, Malandra couldn’t care less.
As the tiny bioluminescent creature flapped off, she tossed her long black hair behind her bared shoulder, trying to concentrate on her paperwork. Malandra never left her room without dressing her best, even if it was just for lonely work in the laboratory. She’d be damned if an attractive researcher like Christopher walked in and saw her looking like a maid. She had straightened her hair, letting it hang in thick chunks around her shoulders, and had outlined her eyes in rich black eyeliner. Her lips were fully plumped, her eyelashes long and curled with mascara, and her eyelids were dusted with dark blue eyeshadow to match her outfit. Though Malandra often had to cover her womanly attributes with a basic lab coat, tonight she, having only simple forms and notes to fill out, could happily recline in her usual near-nakedness. Only a deep sapphire corset hid the full curves of her upper body, while tiny azure slippers dangled off her feet as she lazily put them up on another chair. Her legs were bare.
Malandra finished filling out yet another request for more researchers before deciding to give her aching hands a break. She leaned backwards, flexing her fingers and sighing dejectedly. And to think- she [i]could[/i] have been back on earth, surveying her unique and precious experiments. Pandoran after-effects had been such fun. Now she had Pandora all around her, but no experiments. Na’vi-human relations were far too strained for the blues to fail to notice if some of their members were ‘borrowed’, and she had too few scientists to risk permanently injuring them. She would go [i]insane[/i] with boredom.
Malandra stood up, and too quickly- momentary dizziness made lights flash before her eyes. Luckily, it cleared her head. She paced over to one of the laboratory tables, which was laid out with glass containers filled with live floral specimens such as octoshrooms and anemonids. They were being grown in a controlled environment for her botanists to study. Malandra resisted the childish urge to tap one of the glasses and see the reaction. Instead, she decided a walk would clear her mind and her boredom before she had to get back to her paperwork. She strode over to the wall, checking the simple clock set up against it. It was two in the morning now, Pandoran time. Malandra groaned grievously and adjusted her corset. She didn’t even have one of her scientists to keep her more carnal pleasures at a comfortable level, which she desperately needed. If she didn’t get something constant to keep her occupied, she’d…
And then, as if Eywa had heard her despair, there was a knock at the door. Malandra jumped before scowling, wondering what someone could want with her at this hour. At least, in a laboratory at this hour. She flipped her hair a bit and checked her makeup in the steely reflection of one of the tables before calling out to the person waiting outside.
[b]“Come in!”[/b]