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Adriana SklenarikovaBASIC INFORMATIONCANON OR ORIGINAL:
Laynia Sergeievna Petrovna(Krylova)CODENAME:
She is not really one for nicknames. Laynia or Darkstar works just fine. CURRENT AGE:
35 and looking great. DATE OF BIRTH:
April 29, 1977MARITAL STATUS:
HeterosexualBASE OF OPERATIONS:
Helicarrier. Laynia also rents a nice apartment in New York City. TIME AT INSTITUTE:
[if applicable]REGISTERED WITH SHIELD?
Minsk, Belarus (former USSR)KNOWN RELATIVES:
Father: Sergei Krylov, Mother: Marya Krylova(deceased), Brother: Nikolai Krylenko.PHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT:
Lean and muscular, but curvaceous and feminine. Laynia is an active individual who takes part in daily, intensive exercise. EYES:
Laynia can be seen dressed in a business-casual style, mostly she sticks to basic neutral colors that cover her body in a professional, but stylish manner. Collared blouses with dress pants is her usual attire, obviously her clothing is always pressed and clean. She also likes to wear heeled boots when not on duty, but keeps other flashy accessories to a minimum. Her hair is usually left down, flowing and naturally straight. Her daily beauty routine is rather simple, her preference for natural beauty trumps adding layers of makeup to try to achieve a sense of false perfection.UNIFORM:
A typical Shield uniform with a minor alteration of a yellow, four pointed star stitched onto the front of the chest piece, her own personal touch. POWERSGENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Darkstar is a mutant with the ability to manipulate an extra dimensional energy known as darkforce energy. She can manipulate this strange energy in an assortment of methods that she can use in defensive and offensive techniques. Projecting the darkforce in forms like pinchers, rings, columns, spheres, walls, etc… These objects are solid and well defined; these objects have certain limitations such as: Maximum density of 175 pounds per square inch. Her constructs can withstand concussive forces up to 320 pounds per square inch. Her objects max out at a staggering 750 cubic feet, enough to encompass 10 human beings. Finally, Darkstar is able to focus darkforce energy as a beam of concentrated force that is capable of rupturing 3 inch solid carbon steel.
Through training, maturity and practice, Laynia has been able to execute simple acts of teleportation through use of the Darkforce dimension. This is a risky and disorientating method, so it is mostly used for emergencies. Her maximum distance is approximately 4,000 feet, with a maximum of three other additional individuals. Finally, Laynia is able to harness the power of the darkforce to fly. In using an inter-dimensional flux that can propel her through the air, she is able to reach speeds of 120 miles per hour and is incapable of supporting any other weight aside from her during flight.
Additionally, Laynia is a skilled hand to hand combatant, trained by the Russian KGB as a young child. She is fluent in English, Russian and French. WEAKNESS:
Darkstar has the ability to control darkforce energy is entirely linked to her level of focus and concentration. In a hectic battle scene for example, she may resort to a more physical assault opposed to her powers. Unlike other teleporters and flyers, her skills are lackluster. She cannot teleport in a battle setting to escape a high velocity bullet or any sort of projectile moving at high spends. When teleporting out of harms way, Darkstar finds herself disorientated when jumping from Earth’s light filled realm, into the darkforce dimension, she is temporarily blinded and unable to use her powers until she regains her composure. If she is rendered unconscious, any created structure will dissipate. PERSONALITY
The mutant known as Darkstar can be described best as a reserved, but kind hearted individual who constantly thinks about others and the world around her. She is patient with people she does not understand but admires honesty, compassion and strength in friends. A generous person she is always willing to share a meal or offer someone a ride. Being taken from her father and separated from her brother since a young age, Laynia grew into a rather homebody personality. She mostly keeps to herself, seldom pursuing social interaction unless she is directly approached by it.
Sincere and noble, Laynia has some minor problems listening to her brain instead of her emotions, especially under large amounts of stress. She passed her SHEILD psych evaluation with flying colors. Although she has killed people in the past, she vowed many years ago to never take another life. Self defense is her number one priority in a fight, she would never harm a downed opponent, torture or maim. When it comes down to business, Laynia is a model employee who showcases loyalty, determination and exceptional social skills. She protects her colleagues as she keeps a group mentality of safety in mind. She believes now that she has finally come to terms with what she is and what she was put on the earth to do. She wants to help people, save lifes and make the world a better place.
Laynia Petrovna is a woman that has seen much chaos and destruction in her life. She is not easily shakened or frightened. She reacts quickly and calmly under pressure, capable of leading and making important decisions. Not angered easily, Laynia is a kind, empathic woman whom appreciates the simple beauties in life. With a love for reading and knowledge, Laynia enjoys learning about history and reading fictional stories. She enjoys jogging and exercise, which she takes part in fives days a week. A well traveled and mature individual, Laynia has an open mind towards other walks of life, although she may exhibit judgmental behavior if she feels threatened. She enjoys cooking meals and being outside, and lives a rather holistic lifestyle. Laynia, her dad's girl, is a constant over achiever and is determined to always get to that next level of skill or knowledge. Not a religious person by any means, Laynia does consider herself spiritually active as she meditates daily and practices positive thinking. She chooses not to drink, do drugs or smoke cigarettes. Laynia views each day of life as a gift and wishes to live each one to the fullest.HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE
Laynia Petrovna was one of two twins born to her mother and father in Minsk, the former USSR. Laynia’s father worked as a renowned Soviet scientist and unknowingly exposed his pregnant wife to radiation. Throughout the reign of the Communist regime, leaders clutched to any power and wealth they had and were quick to eliminate any potential threats. The Soviet government committed genocide to any suspected individuals born with special abilities, up until mutant adolescents were popping up all other the United States, the communist super state began to reevaluate its practices. Mutant children were now seen as another resource to be culled and controlled. On the day of the young infants birth, the twin’s mother ended up dying after the ordeal and mere handful of years would pass by before mother Russia stepped up to the plate. Left alone to be raised by their father, the twins’ abilities manifested during the later toddler years and at five years old the children were taken into custody of the state to become super soldiers. The twins were separated to aid in a quicker, more efficient re-education and within five years Laynia was a five star government agent.
During her service Laynia traveled to numerous satellite states of the Soviet Union and did some work in Afghanistan. She was more of a secret weapon then the run of the mill assassin or solider.
Laynia was the big guns and the clean up team, if her superior needed something done fast, she was the only one sent. Taking place in covert operations across Europe and the Middle East, getting her hands dirty in many of the cold war conflicts. She was an emotionally numb slave and it truly tested the strength of her character to not become a disturbed person. Sadly, mother Russia was a beast that could never win, upon the collapse of the empire, the former generals fought and bickered over any last bit of power. For some time Laynia became a champion of her people, helping to rebuild fallen structures, fight crime and despair, and in doing so, was reborn as a person. Helping others helped the detached young girl get back in touch with herself and she vowed to only use her abilities for good for the rest of her life. As years past, there was still war in much of Eastern Europe and the now 21 year old Laynia felt that she was through fighting other people’s battles. She wanted peace and happiness in her life and with that in mind she was free to travel the world, or at least get out of Eastern Europe.
The year was 1998 when she packed a small suitcase, purchased a train ticket to Paris and attempted to leave her old life behind her. Everything seemed so bright, it felt like her life had just begun and she was ready to start living it. She lived in Paris for the next ten years, getting an entry level job at a bakery and learning French. Within years Laynia, the constant over achiever was attending university and would eventually become the assistant curator at the Louvre Museum. She had found in her niche in the world, had escaped the war and death that she had found in what was now Belarus. In Paris, she was happy and fulfilled in life, at this point she seldom used her powers and lived her life as a normal person in the world. She rented a lovely flat that was a short train ride away from work, she dreamed of seeing more of the world, especially as thirty was right around the corner. She remained dedicated, saving what money she could and involving herself in the lives of the people she cared about. DURING APOCALYPSE (April 7th through April 12th, 2009)
April 7th started off like any other day for Laynia Petrovna, she woke up at 5am for an hour long jog before showering and readying herself for work. On the train by seven in the morning to arrive by seven thirty, she always chose to stand on the train, even if seats were available. She exited the train when it reached her desired stop and walked back up to the streets surface as the commercial airline was falling from the sky. Like many others in the streets, all they could do was stop and watch in disbelief, Laynia was having a mild traumatic flashback. She had seen war and had blood on her hands, being put in that kind of situation again frightened her... She gave her head a shake, panicking nor worrying wasn’t going to do any good. It was time for action. She could see a vague figure off in the sky, but after she saw how easily he discarded fighter jets, a more indirect strategy would be best for survival. She would continue to make her way to The Louvre, gather any survivors she could and hold the former Royal palace down like a bunker. She didn’t consider herself a soldier at this time, but she knew she could save people’s lives, it was the least she could do.
Once again shocked and in disbelief, it was the end of the world. The dead were walking among the living and were determined to get a taste. A few concussive blasts made short work of the few stranglers, but the dead were outnumbering the living. Laynia and her small group of civilians, made it to the caved in doors of the Museum. Laynia blasted a hole through the debris and the group made their way to the collection room, it resembled a low grade bunker. Laynia was expecting to find other staff members, friends, anyone to be waiting in the museum basement but sadly, no one came. It was the four strangers she had found on the street, two of them had been on the same subway car as her. She remained in the collection room for at least 24 hours, protecting and reassuring these fellow survivors that they were going to be okay. When the explosions and the screams seemed to slow and then finally, completely stop. Darkstar took the gamble and teleported herself to the horrors that were now the streets of Paris, it was horrifying. Not a religious individual, but this was something out o her deepest, darkest nightmares.
She cried out instantly, crumbled buildings and twisted human frames, a few strangling zombies remained throughout the wreckage. They scavenged corpses without mercy and received none from the blond heroine, Laynia made quick work of clearing the immediate area. She returned to the bunker aka the collection room and rested with her fellow survivors, all of them unsure what to do. Awoken by the very strangers she had saved, they left the museum as group to find others and food. They eventually set up camp in a grocery store, barricading the windows and exits, believing that waiting this out was better then being out in the open. The once beautiful city of Paris had fallen, communication methods were down and it appeared that no one was coming for them, no one was left. Over the course of a month Laynia and her small group of human survivors stayed alive by hiding.
They no longer searched for help, attempted to make phones calls and without Laynia’s calm demeanor under pressure they probably wouldn’t of lasted long. She spent this time soul searching, keeping her mind active and strong. A hero is what these people called her, maybe she had ran from her true calling in life. POST-APOCALYPSE
Paris and London were two of the last major metropolis areas to regain power and full communication. Once the government began to clean the city, they found the small group of survivors huddled in the debris of the food market. Once again, Darkstar found her calling in using her abilities to help rebuild Paris and other areas of France that had been destroyed. A few years later as things started to get back to normal; Laynia felt a calling from across the Atlantic and applied for a Museum job in the still healing, New York City. In life everyone she had known and loved had been taken from her and Paris was no different, once again she alone. She had nothing keeping her in Paris and at 32 years old she felt ready to step out of her comfort zone. Upon the reconstruction of airports and roadways, Darkstar was on a one way to the eastern United States, looking for a place to call her home and perhaps subconsciously looking for others like herself.
She took only a week when arriving before getting back to work, excited for some mental stimulation to fulfill her day to day life. She started jogging in the mornings, to get more accustomed to the neighborhood, but mostly kept to herself. Stocking up on books from a local shop and putting in as much hours at gallery as possible. Now for the first time in her life, Laynia was having some money problems, as this job didn’t pay as good as the job she had at the Louvre. Laynia found herself bar tending a couple nights a week to help pay her rent and bills. A skilled individual in disguising her identity, Laynia stayed under the radar of American government agencies for about a year. She worked her jobs, slept and jogged everyday in an attempt to maintain a normal life. She had a couple brief runs in with CIA who apparently wanted to just talk, she remained resilient refusing any offer from any government without so much of a thought.
Working at a local establishment in Mutant town, it never ceased to amaze Laynia how much money she could make by just pouring drinks, and sine she didn't drink it was all profit. In mid 2011, Laynia found herself evaluating her recent choices in life. Even living among fellow mutants, she felt she was avoiding her duties in life. She started to believe that she had It was a different America then she had been expecting as inequalities between humans themselves were apparent. Mutant civilians were possibly at the bottom of the totem pole. New York itself was still healing from the destruction brought on by Apocalypse and his horseman.
Once again, the chaos and disorder that seemed to be in her life had gone away. Laynia was happy and free to live her life how she saw fit, she was a grown woman now and she believed she could handle anything. What was going on in this world was not right and perhaps she just needed to find the right outlet. She was not just a civilian and she would never be, it was not her destiny. She resigned from her job at the local watering hole, Laynia did the civil thing in giving them a week notice and with the extra time pick up some vigilante work. Sure, she know it was risky, it was probably against the handbook, but something inside of her needed to take some action. She patrolled central park and alleyways, disrupting a couple would be robberies but nothing that serious and it wasn't enough for her. It was enough for Laynia Petrovna to gain someone's attention.
A couple mornings later after a five kilometer run, she returned to
her ground level apartment and expected to be greeted by her cat. What she found was the front left strangely ajar, almost inviting. A stranger waiting for her, who didn't seem to be a threat. Laynia heard her out, just like every other government employee she has spoken to. The individual was sitting at her kitchen table with an unfamiliar folder in her hand. She asked Laynia to relax instantly and join her in by taking a seat. The Director explained that she had a job offer for Ms Petrovna, one that would not only easily pay the bills, but it would give Laynia a chance to make a difference in this world gone mad. Surprisingly, despite her disdain for government, this woman seemed sincere and strong. Something Laynia admired and gladly agreed to join and willingly registered with SHIELD. Her one condition was that she would remain in her apartment but would be constantly on call. Laynia is thrilled, ready to put her abilities to use in a positive manner.SAMPLE RP POST:
April 8, 2009. Paris, France.
It was morning. They had made it through the night, she had made it through the night. She managed to get a couple hours of good sleep, despite the explosions and cries. Laynia did a quick head count, she had gather any survivors she could as she made her own escape. All four of them appeared to be human and utterly exhausted from the events of the day before. Laynia wondered once again, was this the end? Were they going to escape? Was the already damaged structure going to come crashing down onto their heads? She was hungry, eating would help her think much clearer than she was right now.
Rising to her feet she walked to the front entrance first, checking the barricaded entrance of the collection room again. She pondered going outside which was foolish, she knew it was not safe out there. A couple days, they would wait a couple days. She walked back to were the group was resting, any fabric or unused article of clothing had been balled up into makeshift pillows and blankets. Laynia rummaged through her desk, trying to locate anything edible. Besides a barrage of office supplies and a tube of lip gross, she uncovered a 500ml bottle of water, a rotten banana, half a bag of trail mix and a chocolate pudding snack pack. Great, she sighed to herself, the breakfast of champions.
She picked at the trail mix and carefully took a couple sips of water, the Soviets had trained her to share afterall and everyone was going to need to keep their strength up. She then checked the one landline phone in the room, she already checked her now useless smart phone. Of course, their was no dial tone. She uttered a few swears in Russian under her breath, stirring the group from their slumber.
“You. You are the one that saved us.” A middle aged woman with a little girl hugging her arm as she spoke. “Thank you. Thank you so much” She even managed a smile, so Laynia returned one before replying.
“Don’t thank me yet, we can only stay here for so long.” She crotched down to be on a more personal level with her fellow survivors.
Then the other two rose, two young men. She recalled them saying something about how they were here on vacation, they had come from New York and Paris was the halfway mark on there backpacking trip. What a vacation, eh? “Good morning”, Laynia greeted, reached to the desk to grab the whack assortment of rations. “Here, pass this around. Make sure everyone gets a little something.” Passing a handful of snacks and water, to one of the young men and once again rose to her feet.
“Sooo…” One of the men spoke between chewing, “You are one of them, aren’t you?” He almost sounded concerned, like he felt endangered and Laynia had just the response for him.
She made eye contact with the spring chicken, speaking softly but remaining assertive, “What I am is so far beyond that monster in the sky, if I was like him. Do you think you would be alive?” She paused and raised her chin, “What is more important now, is working together to get us all out of her safely, you do not need to worry what I am.” That was all she would offer him for now, if he had other more civil questions she would probably be willing to answer.
“Okay. Everyone has eaten? Good. Now we need to figure out a plan. There is a grocery store not that far away and I think we could take advantage of its food supply. As you can see, this is all I have here…” The reality of the situation seemed to be setting in, everyone was looking back at Laynia with a bleak, frightened expression. “I am… different but not that mean I’m malicious, so I want to give you all the choice. We can wait until dawm tomorrow and we can make a run for it, I promise to protect you and fight off any of those…those things that may try to get us—“ The young men looked more terrified at this point than the mother and child, maybe they would choose her second option after all. “Or…and this might sound a little crazy, but I can teleport us safely, from here to there.” She gestured with her hands, trying to emphasize it would be that simple, one place to the next.
“What do you all think?” She smiled, nodding her head slightly to encourage them to trust her on a subconscious level. “I promise. I will keep you all safe.” This post has been edited by Darkstar on Jun 27 2012, 03:03 AM