Sifvalia

[Sifvalia]

Sifvalia

Full Name: Alanna Murdock
Alias(es): Sifvalia (the only one most anyone knows) , That Bitch, Ice Queen, etc...
Appearance: 5'6/130lbs/female/ Sif has long curly auburn hair that is usually pulled into a tight long braid that reaches the backs of her knees and tethered at the end with a leather tog. She has a good sturdy build, not overly muscular, not too soft but rounded in the right places. Pale green eyes, average nose and full lips. She might have been considered attractive at one point but the long scar running from the outer corner of her eye to jugular on the left side of her face mars her features.

Her typical clothing is simple and maneuverable; snug black pants that allow a greater range of movement in their meshed fiber weave, a blue-black tank top, and over this a many pocketed black leather jacket that looks as though it's seen better days, but it comes in rather handy. A pair of thick and sturdy black boots cover her feet, combat style with a high top that laces up well past her ankle.
Other: Multiple scars crisscross her body from the battles she's fought. The most noticeable one the scar that runs along the left side of her face that runs from the outer corner of the left eye around the side of her face to the jugular on her throat. Some of the scars cannot be seen as they are kept under her clothes; bite marks and cigarette burns from her time lost in the Slam.
Canon or Original[/b]: Original (Site Canon)
Play By[/b]: Rachel Nichols

Likes[/b]: good liquor, fighting, exercise, piloting, animals, children
Dislikes[/b]: cons, pompous society people, cryosleep, snitches, other Mercs, 'law' officials
Strengths[/b]: Physically strong for her size and gender, extremely fast and agile, sonar-like hearing, intelligence and fast deductive skills, fighting training (hand to hand, weapons, etc), piloting, strong willed
Weaknesses[/b]: soft spot for animals and children, can be too single-minded when she sets her target on something/someone, narrow-minded, Smaller than most of her targets physically - cannot use mere brute strength, loner, trust issues
Fears[/b]: Imprisonment, failure, not being in control. She lives in denial that she needs anyone or anything and denies, even to herself, that the thought of caring about someone else scares the hell out of her. She fears ever having to rely on or depend on anyone else.
Overall Personality[/b]: Distant, aloof, somewhat paranoid, manipulative, determined, intelligent, calculating; all are adequate adjectives to describe the Lady Merc. Her emotions are kept under tight guard and controlled making her seem heartless to others. She does not boast or brag and lacks the cocky swagger of most Mercs.

She's a very no nonsense type of woman, not prone to frivolous things or desires. She lives a Spartan existence, only holding onto what is needed to do the job. There is more to her,deep beneath the surface, a burning rage, passionate and fiery. There's even a soft spot but good luck getting that to show through. In a profession of hired killers and bounty collectors she has an almost noble outlook on the job, not inspired by greed but by the ideology of making those that are guilty pay for what they have done, finding retribution for victims that have no other voice or power. For them she could be seen as a sort of Avenging Angel.

Mother(s): Sophia Murdock/deceased/wife, mother, socialite
Father(s): Artillo Murdock/deceased/former Warden of the Ursa Luna Correctional Facility.
Siblings: Nope
Other Half/Spouse: Nada
Children (if any):[/b] None...yet
Others: William Johns - former partner
History[/b]: She lead a life of luxury, a wealthy Warden's daughter till the age of 10. When traveling with him there was an uprising. None of the convicts have hopes or dreams of real escape, it was more like bored animals ranting at their cage and their handlers. In the chaos he was caught, as was she. She watched as he was brutally tortured and murdered. He wasn't a good man, not by a long shot, but he was a good Father.

It left an imprint of hate on the young child's mind. Added to that were the tortures and the humiliation of the acts that she endured herself until one of the inmates got careless, sloppy. He neglected his shiv while trying to catch some free time with her. She still remembers the sensation of the cool metal and the hot blood as she grabbed the shiv and let his guts spill on the floor without one ounce of regret. She was lost there in the Slam for 2 yrs before being found and reclaimed, living off pure primal instinct of survival. Run when you can, fight when you're cornered, never show weakness or fear.

After being recovered there were counselors and doctors but they never got through. That survival instinct though, modified and learned to adapt and come out on top in that world as well. Say the right things at the right times to the right people and they left you alone. There was school but there was also training. Weapons, hand to hand, firearms. Her mother frowned upon it but Sif was determined to never be prey again. To appease her mother though, there were languages learned, societal mannerisms imitated.

At 17 she signed up with a company of Mercs. After proving her worth bringing in 'Mad Dog' Morolla and earning her scar in her fight with him she was finally, truly accepted. There were brief romances, if that's what you could call the times of primal mating with another individual. The soft feelings never came into play. They were looked upon as weaknesses.

For a short time she worked with a Merc nicknamed "William the Conqueror". She just called him Johns. The guy was well known among the Mercs just as he was among the cons. It was his 100 percent kill or capture rate that not only got him his name but also his rep. The guy was a pro.

Ex Marine Military Police specialized in tracking, a vet from the Wailing Wars. After his tour of duty he became a Marshal in the private sector specializing in High Risk Felons. Marshal? Hmph..just a fancy name for Merc to be truthful. The only thing peculiar that ever showed up on his record of service was his psych eval. The good docs had reported that he had a obsessive-compulsive personality with addictive tendencies. Maybe that's what made him so good at what he did. He didn't know how to stop. Quit while he was ahead. Maybe it's what kept him coming back around to Sif after their brief partnership.

It was only two years that the two of them officially worked together. They were a good team. Where he had bluntness she had subtlety. Where he was direct in his approach she was cunning. They balanced one another well. A good team yes, but she wouldn't go so far as to call him a friend. Yes there were interludes but it was more of a need driven impulse than an emotion. Basic biology really.

There was just one con that managed to give him the slip, at least...for a while. Riddick. He had managed to plant a shiv in his back. That's what lead him down the path of ruin. Johns had told Sifvalia about what had happened, why he was so determined, the drive to get Riddick. It was a pride thing as well as a money issue this time. Or at least it had started that way. The drive for greed came with his addiction.

While recovering from the stab he'd received from Riddick, Johns had been on a lot of pain meds, primarily morphine. A shiv in your lumbar will do that. However with his personality type it wasn't a good thing. Soon he was addicted to the morphine. Couldn't function right without it. He was very clever about how he went about it though. Hid it from nearly every one. Even Sif didn't know until about 6 months into their partnership. She'd walked in on him shooting up. Right in the soft corner of his eye. Rage was the only thing that stopped her from losing her lunch then and there. How the hell was she supposed to trust a junkie to have her back?

He'd done his best to convince her it was only for the pain that he still had from time to time. She wasn't fooled though. While she remained his partner for another year and a half she never quite trusted him and always had her own Plan B worked out in case a mission went south. No way she was sacrificing herself because his head wasn't in it. It was eventually the addiction, the paranoia, and the single-minded determination to go after Riddick and no one else that made her leave the partnership. She couldn't stop on her own mission for one man, no matter who he was. There were too many others out there that needed to be brought in. Too many others that needed to pay.

They still spoke from time to time, assisted each other in small things, but always at a price. She worked best solo anyway. You attract less attention that way. The last time she'd heard from Johns had been when he was bringing Riddick in. It wasn't until much much later she found out the whole ship was dead. The reports from the crash speculated that the crash was because of Riddick. That he had somehow managed to escape Johns and kill them all making it crash. She wasn't so sure that was the truth. Scientists and their exploration robots.Who could trust that? There were two survivors and they couldn't talk. Or wouldn't. Abu "Imam" al-Waid and a Jack B. Badd.

Yeah, Sif had done her homework on it, as she did with a great many things. In her opinion the more you knew about your adversary the better armed you were. The more you could predict their patterns and habits. The easier it made them to catch. She's bribed, threatened, and even bought information from different people. Not all of them on the right side of the law. It gave her more connections, more sources. If you needed some weapons upgrades that weren't exactly legal? She knew someone. If you need a system hacked and couldn't do it yourself? Again, she knew someone to get it done. Need documents? Consider them forged. After all, sometimes it took blurring, bending, and sometimes breaking the law to serve it.

Now she's out to earn her share and to see that every last one of the scum that killed her father and took her innocence pays. If they weren't involved in that particular incident? Doesn't matter. ex-cons, escaped cons..they're all the same. Worse than mongrel dogs. And they'll pay for it.

RP example:[/b]

She'd waited for him at the port in New Mecca. Smug bastard that he
always was, John's had asked her to meet him there to help unload and
deliver Riddick. Hell if he could capture him alone then he could
deliver him alone. Or at least that was her view on it. Her and every
other Merc from here to Zanabella 12 knew about Riddick. Every one of
them practically drooling over the size of the bounty on that one,
everyone except her, she wagered.

Don't be mistaken, the price was tempting. She could use the creds
right now; new equipment, new ship, maybe a nice vacation on the
beach somewhere. But it wasn't everything. Revenge. That was the
key. Or was it a reckoning? Yes, more of a reckoning. Balancing of
the scales. Make everyone of those miserable sacks of flesh pay what
they owed her. But, the price is never enough. No amount of repayment
would ever bring her father back. No amount of blood would ever wash
her pure again. This was her life. This was her calling. And she
would not retire with a huge bounty. No she'd keep going after them
until the day she died. Hell...most of them? She'd drag their sorry
asses in for free.

Raising her glass to her lips she thought back once more to Johns
as her eyes scanned the darkened bar for her target. She'd respect
the rules. She wouldn't take them out in here. No..but once they were
out that door they were hers. The smug smile of Johns as he spoke
over the vid-wire to her about his prize drifted to the fore of her mind
briefly as she sat, trying to look casual. He wouldn't say what path
he was taking or even the exact time they'd be arriving in New Mecca.
She didn't expect less. He was so tweeked out most of the time his
paranoia was working in high gear. One day it would be his undoing,
she had thought to herself at the time. The only reason she finally
agreed to do it was to see for herself this Riddick. She didn't care
about the half veiled flirtations and double entendres that Johns had
used. Like she had reminded him, "Been there. Done that. Not
impressed. So you're gonna have to come up with something more
alluring than yourself."

Needless to say that went over like a lead balloon to his over
inflated ego. Never the less he had offered a small percentage of the
bounty. A mere trifling of it really. But she had needed some creds at
the time. Her ship was on it's last leg and her IOUs were stacking up
at the Head Shop where she got her gear. But that wasn't what finally
made her say yes. It was the curiosity. She wanted to see this
escaped con face to face. See if she could recognize anything in
those eyes, if maybe it might spark some memory of the things she'd
blocked out to an extent over the years. You see, Riddick had been in
her father's Slam. He'd escaped that one. Was he one of the animals
that murdered him? One of the beasts of the dark that stalked you in
the night making you wish your heart wouldn't beat so hard or so fast
or so god-dammed loud and give away your hiding place? She had to see.

Letting out a sigh and kicking back to put her feet up on the edge
of the table she finished off her drink and set it down a little
harder than intended, gripping the glass tightly. A tight grimace was
the mask over her face as she thought about things. He'd never showed
up that day. Or the day after that or the week after that. She was
beginning to wonder what was going on. Wonder if maybe Riddick had
somehow gotten free. Shoulda used some damn horse tranqs, about 20
of 'em, she'd thought at the time. But then the news came. Johns had
been on the Hunter-Gratzner. It was recovered on a remote planet.
Apparently it had crashed leaving little to no survivors. At least
there were none after the creatures on the planet got to them. The
recovery squad had been attacked as well when they first found the
remains.

No tears were shed for Johns though. If there was one son of a
bitch out there that had his karma finally catch up to him it was
Johns. But still she had to wonder how he had died. Was it the crash
itself? Had Riddick survived the crash and somehow escaped to kill
him? Or was it the night creatures that came out in the eclipse? She
sat there now, morbidly curious as she pondered each option, lost in
her own sterile and analytical thoughts as her prey walked in the
door.

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