Post by Helena Aquilius on Aug 16, 2021 20:36:13 GMT -8
Quincy
Basic Info
~Family~
~Family~
Name: Helena Aquilius
Chronological Age: 42 years young
Biological Age: As above
Heritage: Tenth generation Echt. Corinth branch, Greece.
Physical Info
~Purity~
~Purity~
Hair: She normally puts her voluminous sandy locks in a simple haphazard bun, when relaxing you might catch her putting it in very tight braids.
Build: Measuring at 5'6" and 155 lbs, her square core looks mismatched to her angular limbs. At a standstill she possesses flawless posture, but appears slinky when in motion.
Quincy Garb: Armored and rugged, this look is quite antiquated in comparison to most quincy clans. A sculpted plate cuirass with a hood, leather vambraces, tasseted faulds, and sandals, completed with a chalcidian helm, this armor portrays her fighting style as a hoplite.
Clothing: While the vast majority of her closet is simple, that does not apply to her hunting uniform. Clean colors, often one or two piece outfits.
Extras: While still able to hold on to some of the beauty from her youth, her face reflects her age, with sharp brown eyes beneath thin eyebrows. A narrow nose, with a protruding bridge, points down to a pointed chin. Despite her ethnicity she is considerably pale, her complexion causing her to stand out in family photos.
Spiritual Info
~Honor~
Cross: A very delicate circlet, with faint laurel motifs.
Spirit Weapon: Unusual amongst quincy, her weapon is thrown javelins. Although they appear much more like a ranseur rather than the olympic equivalent.
Schrift: None yet
Historical Info
~Ancestry~
The Past: Raised as the second youngest of 6 kids, they all underwent typical rigorous quincy training and childhoods. Closest with her slightly older sister Victoria, Helena has very little to do with her other siblings, the 3 eldest consider themselves much better than the younger half, while the youngest is the black sheep of the family (and considered a prodigy, to their disappointment), exiled for marrying a human in Russia, and if rumors are to be trusted, turned his back on the monks of destruction. Although always helping in family affairs, she is considered a tool at best, rarely given the opportunity to make decisions within the family.
Those that know her would describe her as loyal, committed, and suspicious of new people. But Helena considers those fairly mundane and applicable to many people. She values her own integrity and self control, eagerness for challenges, practicality, and honesty. She is a very responsible and dutiful individual, often coming across as no-nonsense (her terrible sense of humor doesn’t help). When it comes to conflict, she will only put up with debate and parley for so long, and it incredibly time focused. Although she has no qualms working alongside others, she is perfectly happy to be on her own, more than confident in her own judgments and ability to assert herself.
The Aquilius have a long standing human military history, and Helena joined the HAF at 18, exclusively focusing on being a soldier and giving up quincy affairs temporarily. She ended up a designated marksman, and served for three years, deployed in Kosovo and Albania. And although she returned to her quincy lifestyle immediately after, she has continued to support veterans returning throughout the war on terror, mostly as an ear to lend, but sometimes as a friend to help readjust to civilian life. Conflict in Libya an Syria keeps her plenty busy and tied to humanity.
Helena is a woman who has lived through a lot, and is at an age where certain things are no longer an option as quincy; she will not be furthering the Aquilius bloodline, and certainly she has no desire to be playing at quincy politics outside of her family anymore. What does a woman who has had it all, only to watch it fade away, want? Married with a successful career as a quincy by 25, it was what everyone dreams about as a teenager. He was fun, a rule breaker among quincy standards, and she was sure he loved her, but before they could celebrate their 10 year anniversary, he left. And it hurt, but she isn’t one to dwell on things. Divorce was still taboo, but at least he had been a pureblood. Now on the wrong side of 40, Helena has had her adventures, and really isn’t seeking anymore. But she is still married to her job, and there is one thing she’s never had the satisfaction of preying upon: an arrancar.
Bonus fact: Her perfect date is going to a historical museum and ditching you 20 minutes in.
Snapshot:
She had tuned out of the meeting for a moment, she tended to do that when her youngest brother's name was mentioned.
There was a bakers dozen gathered in the chamber, shadows dancing against the walls as flames flickered from various sources. She was related to everyone here, but this felt pretty far from home despite being in the Aquilius estate. They were bickering about the traitor again, as if anybody had actually heard from him in years.
She looked to the only other person in the room who wasn't seated, her father, who seemed even less interested than her.
There was more discussion, shinigami this time. Apparently they had killed one without any of their squad finding out, unlikely considering how over reaching their military was. Ever precarious, she been close enough to a group of them to see the whites of their eyes, and to her relief no blood had needed to be drawn. But she knew that would change before the end of her lifetime. She may have missed the Balkan Wars and civil war of Greece that her foremothers had fought in, but tensions with the Seretei had been growing. And she might have gotten her thrills in human wars, but never a spiritual one. She she grew terse with all this talk being thrown around the room with little behind it other than airs. And for the first time in years, decades even, the youngest daughter of the Aquilius spoke up in front of her family.
"You throw around Demistrius' name a lot and pout a lot about his desertion, perhaps one of you would actually like to do something about him?"