<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Irina.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt">Name: Irina Sarkova<br/>Metatype: Human<br/>Age: 22<br/>BOD: 4/6(4/9)  CHA: 5/6(5/9)  <br/>AGI: 5/6(5/9)  INT: 3/6(3/9)  <br/>REA: 4/6(6/9)  LOG: 2/6(2/9)  <br/>STR: 3/6(3/9)  WIL: 3/6(3/9)  <br/>MAG: 6/6<br/>INI: 7/12 (9/18)<br/>EDGE: 2/7<br/><br/>   Positive Qualities<br/>Adept (5)<br/>Ambidextrous (5)<br/>Catlike (10)<br/>Natural Athlete (10)<br/>Fame, Local (5)<br/>   Negative Qualities<br/>Big Regret (5)<br/>Gremlins 3 (15)<br/>SINNER (5)<br/>Day Job (10)<br/><br/>   Active Skills<br/>Firearms 3<br/>  Automatics<br/>  Longarms<br/>  Pistols  <br/>Athletics 3<br/>  Climbing<br/>  Gymnastics<br/>  Running<br/>  Swimming<br/>Stealth 4<br/>  Disguise<br/>  Infiltration<br/>  Palming<br/>  Shadowing<br/>Influence 2<br/>  Con<br/>  Etiquette<br/>  Leadership<br/>  Negotiation<br/><br/>Blades 5, Swords<br/>Dodge 5, Melee Combat<br/>Throwing Weapons 2<br/>Unarmed Combat 2<br/><br/>Perception 3<br/><br/>Pilot Ground Craft 3<br/>Pilot Aircraft 2<br/>Pilot Watercraft 1<br/><br/>   Knowledge Skills (15)<br/>Fashion Industry 3<br/>History  1<br/>Street Drugs 1<br/>Sports 1<br/>Street Clubs 1<br/>Security Procedures 1<br/>Swords 2<br/>   Language Skills<br/>Russian (N)<br/>English 5<br/><br/>        Adept Powers (6)<br/>Attribute Boost, Strength 4<br/>Attribute Boost, Agility  4<br/>Improved Reflxes 2<br/>Rapid Healing 6<br/><br/>   Lifestyle (11)<br/>Comfort: High <br/>Entertainment: High<br/>Necessities: High<br/>Neighborhood: Middle<br/>Security: Middle<br/>Qualities: AI in Residence, Household Gremlins 1, No Privacy 3<br/>Cost: 2600¥, Middle<br/><br/>   Equipment (41,650 / 5000 = 9)<br/><br/>Weapons(1850)<br/>  Monofilament Sword<br/>  Short Cougar Fineblade Knife<br/>  Beretta 101T<br/>  Sandler TMP<br/><br/>Berwick Line (2850)<br/>  Suit Jacket<br/>  Blouse<br/>  Skirt<br/><br/>Form-Fitting Full Body Armor (1600)<br/><br/>Moonsilver Line COcktail Dress (5000)<br/><br/>Second Skin Line w/PAN (6000)<br/><br/>Chameleon Suit (8000)<br/><br/>Hona-GM 3220 (15000)<br/><br/>Sony Emperor w/ Renraku Ichi (1350)<br/>  Trodes<br/><br/>Nuyen: 1200</tt><br/><br/>Irina Sarkova was born and raised in Russia.  She was the child of a wealthy couple who worked with the government, and was given a pleasant upbringing.  It was around when she hit puberty that she began to exhibit her magical abilities.  They only grew during her teenage years, and by the time she graduated she was her school's top athlete.  She joined the military at the age of seventeen, unsure of what else to do, and was given the best training that money could buy.  She was, eventually, assigned as an infiltrator and assassin.  She worked mostly in areas suffering for border disputes for the better part of a year until, finally, sick of cleaning up after politicians for a meagre wage, she simply walked away.  <br/><br/>Although Irina regrets deserting the military, she doesn't regret coming to Seattle.  She emigrated semi-legally, and is now an official citizen of the UCAS.  A stroke of good luck brought her into the high class world of Seattle not long after her arrival, and she got a fairly easy job as a VR and AR model mainly for a high-class fashion chain.  Still, she got antsy, and wanting to put her skills to use and feel the adrenaline of combat once more, she managed to work out a deal with a local Johnson.  He would arrange work for her as the bodyguard and problem solver 'Svelte'. </div></div><br/>Irina groaned into her pillow as the sun's hot rays dragged her out of what had been a sound sleep.  She had thick curtains, expensive curtains, the sort of curtains that could keep out the sun even if it went super nova.  They never saw any use.  She had long since given up on trying to get her condo's AI to do anything she wanted it to.  It liked the sun, even if it couldn't feel it, so she got to wake up every morning to the bright light trying to burn a hole in her eyelids.<br/><br/>She let out a second groan as she sat up, her heavy quilt falling away to reveal the simple white t-shirt and blue shorts she had worn to bed.  She was a beautiful young woman, and as she pushed herself out of bed she could almost feel the eyes of the peeping toms staring in through her windows.  She had a beautiful penthouse suite, the only problem was, on every side it was surrounded by even taller apartment buildings.  Throw in an AI that wouldn't close the curtains, and huge windows, and she often felt like every eye in Seattle was staring at her.<br/><br/>The hardwood of the floor was thankfully warm under her bare feet.  If there was any peeping tom, it would have been immediately obvious to them how she made a living as a model.  She was an attractive woman who stood at five feet nine inches in height.  She had a slim, soft, almost delicate build that concealed a surprising amount of muscle.  Her skin was lightly tanned, her legs long, her hips wide, and her waist narrow.  Her breasts were a B cup, not overly large, but perky and well-formed.  She had wavy brown hair that fell to her elbows, and a mouth full of perfect teeth.<br/><br/>The temperature in the condo had been raised, much to her annoyance, several degrees higher than was comfortable.  The food was badly flavoured.  And her shower refused to do anything but ice cold and scorching hot.  By the time she finally made it back into the bedroom closet, clean but grumpy, she was just about ready to burn the whole place to the ground.<br/><br/>Still, the annoyance passed as she began to think about the job she had today.  A real job, not her day job.  It was just playing babysitter for some singer, but still, she could already feel her heart start to speed up a little as she thought about all the possible risks.<br/><br/>She slid into the full-body suit of armour she owned.  It had been tailored just for her, and fit her like a second skin.  Her chameleon suit was next, it paid to avoid attention in her line of work.  She was covered in two layers from head to toe, not even her eyes visible behind a specialized set of goggles.  It all fit perfectly, even if it was a bit restricting, and after a few stretches she pulled a coat over the armour to conceal it.  The closet was hidden from the windows, but the rest of the apartment was not.  Her sword and gun were waiting elsewhere, she'd pick them up before heading to the concert.