Kiria Winters

[Kiria Winters]

name Winters, Kiria
age 20
gender Female

hair Halfway between wavy and curly, dark brown, and fairly long
eyes Brown
complexion Olive, darkens quickly in the sun with a smattering of birth marks across her face and body
height 5'4"
build Lean, not terribly strong looking by anyone’s standards but enough to hold her own in a fight
played by Mariana Santana

class Vanguard
powers

• Cryo Ammo
  
• Nova
  
• Assault Mastery
  

personality Kiria’s the kind of person that buys shuttle tickets the day of departure without ever having been to the destination. She’s impulsive, but adaptable, and constantly putting herself in less-than-savory situations before worming her way out or turning them in her favor. When she wants something from someone, she has the ability to be passably charming; however, more often than not she’s exceedingly blunt and refuses to play mind games.

history The moment she was able, Kiria ditched her boring colony life for Omega, a decision she honestly didn’t give much forethought. She hopped from job to job picking up extra money tinkering with and upgrading guns, a skill picked up from her retired-Alliance aunt. Eventually, her growing weapons proficiency increased enough to lead her to falling in with a group of arms smugglers which, in turn, brought her to Earth. She’s fairly certain her crew’s dead, and no transmissions have come in from her home colony since before the Reaper attack. There’s not much she can do now but bide her time, try to survive and get as many people indebted to her as she can.

roleplay example The heat clip slid free from the discarded gun with a click and Kiria took a moment to shove it in her bag before kneeling down to balance the shotgun on her knee. She made quick work dismantling it in search of any sort of mods then threw it angrily back on the ground when there were none. Her body tensed when the heavy gun hit the ground with a clatter and she furtively scanned the ruins of the street around her while raising her own shotgun.

Nothing moved but the curls of smoke rising from abandoned buildings.

She let herself breathe out a shaky sigh.

The melodic noise of glass shattering sounded behind her and she whirled around toward the source; her finger moving preemptively to the trigger. A horde of husks clambered through a shop front, stumbling over one another in their haste to reach her, the only person stupid enough to be standing where she was. Kiria bolted.

She scanned the street desperately, her eyes eventually focusing on a fire escape, less than two blocks away. The pounding of her feet against the pavement vibrated through her whole body, shaking her to her very core, but she kept her eyes on the ladder and pushed herself as hard as she could. The few times she risked turning around to shoot at them, the ones she actually managed to hit either slumped to the ground or froze, the crystalline pattern of ice branching out from the bullet’s point of contact like a weed, slowing, and eventually dropping them to the ground. She hoped the others tripped on the bodies.

There were too many, though, all of them converging on her the moment she jumped to grab the ladder with her free hand. Rotten hands grasped at her clothes, feet, and backpack, and yanked hard, pulling her into the swarm. A blue haze surrounded her as they scratched and tore; it reminded her eerily of drowning. Sobs ripped their way through her throat and she clung to the lowermost bar of the ladder with everything she could, preparing herself for a last ditch effort to get away.

Humming filled her ears as she coiled her shields into herself, wrangling them in until she practically felt them burning in her gut-and definitely felt the burning of scratches against her now-unshielded body- then with a gasp released them, aiming directly below her. An immediate and expected bright flash flung the husks off of her like rag dolls. The bodies of the ones closest to her singed, creating a foul odor, but she gasped in the somewhat open air desperately. The moment she no longer felt herself being dragged back by their weight she rushed up the ladder; her hands shaking violently.