Avelyn Kairos
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AVELYN KAIROS
| Age | Twenty-One. |
| Species | Human | Genetian [here] |
| Gender | Female. |
| Height | 5'5" | 165.2cm. |
| Weight | 109lbs | 49.2kg. |
| Force Sensitive | Yes. |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
The kind of woman who catches your eye without meaning to—someone who exudes quiet strength wrapped in an undeniable elegance. At 5'5", she is neither imposing nor delicate, but something perfectly balanced in between. Her slender, athletic frame hinted at discipline and training, though she carries a natural, curving grace that softened her edges just enough to disarm you.
Her auburn hair a masterpiece in its own right, a cascade of copper and gold that catches the light when she moves. Often pulled into a practical ponytail, the long strands swaying with every step, though she let a few pieces fall loose, framing her face in a way that seemed almost accidental. When she lets it down, the waves brushed just past her shoulders, shimmering with the warmth of a setting sun.
Her eyes stark blue and unrelenting, as if they saw everything. They have a sharpness to them, a kind of clarity that makes you feel exposed under her gaze. But there is also something deeper in those eyes, something layered: intelligence, quiet confidence, and the barest flicker of something guarded. They contrast starkly with the faint dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, a delicate detail that seemed almost out of place against otherwise striking features.
Her clothing was as purposeful as she was. Avelyn always dressed for the job, favoring fitted tactical wear in subdued colors that didn't draw attention. Streamlined jackets with hidden pockets, lightweight pants that allowed her to move freely, and gloves that gave her grip without slowing her down—every detail is considered. She moves like she wore the clothes, not the other way around, her steps silent, deliberate, and fluid, as if each one had been planned a beat ahead.
INVENTORY
Please list all relevant possessions, factory submissions, and codex submissions here.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Avelyn's personality is a labyrinth of carefully constructed layers, each one meticulously shaped by her role as an operative for the Diarchy. On the surface, she's a chameleon, effortlessly adopting whatever persona the situation required. Whether it was the polished elegance of a diplomat, the hardened resolve of a soldier, or the playful charisma of a casual acquaintance, Avelyn wears these masks with unsettling ease. It is her job to be whatever others needed her to be—a weapon forged in adaptability.
But beneath the facades, the real Avelyn is a complex web of contradictions. At her core, she's fiercely loyal. Her dedication to the Diarchy unshakable, not born out of blind obedience, but from a deep-seated belief in its mission and the ideals it represented. This loyalty extended to her family and friends as well. For those she held close, Avelyn would move mountains, crossing lines others might hesitate at, if it meant keeping them safe. Her loyalty, however, is earned, not given lightly, and once broken, it's near impossible to regain.
Her wit razor-sharp, her charm disarming, but both were weapons in their own right. Avelyn has a knack for turning tense situations on their head with a well-placed quip or a knowing smirk, her dry humor often catching people off guard. She can be sarcastic, sometimes even biting, but there was an underlying warmth to her snark that endeared her to those who truly understand. This sharp, playful edge is one of the few glimpses into the woman behind the operative—the part of her that refused to be completely consumed by her work.
Yet, for all her charm and confidence, Avelyn isn't invincible. The constant shifting of identities has left her with an undercurrent of restlessness, a subtle anxiety that comes from never fully being herself. Trust is rare in this world, and while she has learned to believe others sparingly, there are struggles with letting herself be vulnerable. The weight of the secrets she carries often press heavily on her, and though she has mastered the art of compartmentalization, there are moments when her cracks show. In these moments, her depth comes through—the fiercely protective friend, the weary operative, the woman who bore the burden of her choices alone.
STRENGTHS
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WEAKNESSES
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HISTORY
What is your character's backstory? What are their origins? What did they do before they started being RP'ed? Feel free to edit this later to recount their further adventures.
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