((Once again, apologies if I've messed up Trillistani culture. Sol, have a field day.))

Name: Tamarrion Kyndras Alexander

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Nationality: Athenian (Trillistani)

Zoid: Redler

AIM: jadefalcon136


Personality


Upon casual observation of Tamar in day-to-day life, you would get the impression that she is nothing more than a friendly, somewhat chatty young woman. You’d see her stop to talk and laugh with friends, greet everyone with a smile and sometimes hum a little tune to herself...

...and when danger arises, she laughs a little and her eyes light up and she plunges in without a moment’s hesitation. Gleefully.

At her core, Tamar is addicted to danger. The siren song of adventure and risk calls to her, and whenever she is at risk Tamar experiences a high that no amount of any controlled substance on Zi can match. If there is a choice between taking the highway or a back-country road to a destination, Tamar will choose the back way and then proceed to pilot / drive along it at speeds that are guaranteed to turn any other occupants’ hair prematurely white. If there is a choice between vanilla or chocolate ice cream, Tamar will choose chocolate and then find some completely random toppings just to see what they taste like together. Tamar is aware of this flaw in her personality, and perhaps that is one reason that she found herself attracted to Liam. As she has taught him how to take risks and regain his sense of adventure, he has taught her that sometimes it’s not a crime to take the highway.


History


In NC68, Tamar was born in the city-state of Athens to two relatively poor Trillistani parents. She was their second child, the second of three daughters and one son. After her mother bore a son, Vynli, her parents spent the bulk of their time teaching and training and looking after him. Trillistani culture taught that male children were much more important, being more likely to take on leadership and military responsibility. Indeed, the three Kyndras daughters were lucky that they were allowed to live at all. This meant that Tamar could roam and play more or less at her will – her parents made almost no effort to rein her in. This, combined with her innate love of risk and rough play, led to quite predictable results.

Tamar’s childhood was mostly memorable for all of the times she visited the hospital. Almost before her parents or a babysitting neighbor would say “Don’t... touch the stove / try to fly / try to be a Berserk Fury / stick that paperclip in the socket / ride so fast /tease the cat!” she did it with a small, satisfied smile and a laugh that remains almost unchanged to this day. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending), her father’s job had a very generous medical care package to compensate for its otherwise low pay, and so her parents didn’t mind hauling her into the hospital and didn’t especially discipline her. For Tamar, the rush from all these escapades and the personal attention from the friendly hospital workers far eclipsed any pain she might have suffered, and so she cheerfully reported to the hospital again and again. It got to the point where the entire staff knew her on a first-name basis.

This changed when Tamar turned twelve and was sent off to secondary school. Her parents sat her down and gave her a Talk about proper behavior, and why she should behave properly, and what would happen to her if she didn’t. Tamar was, truth be told, rather frightened by all these threats... it was the first time her parents had really bothered to condemn her for her risk-taking behavior. She set to work with a vengeance, staying up late at nights to make sure that every assignment was completed as thoroughly as possible, all of it done in impossibly neat and accurate handwriting. Her teachers praised her, saying that they’d never seen so studious a child. At first, her parents rewarded her with attention for her work, but when her brother Vyn began to get into trouble more frequently, they stopped paying attention to what she did. The old desire to do interesting and risky things began to creep back in, and for a good two years Tamar fought internally against the demon of her risk-taking nature. Her schoolwork became less precise, and pictures of Zoids and swords and fantastical creatures began to appear on the margins of her notes. Still, she kept going, hoping sometime for a proud look or a bit of praise from her parents. She waited in vain.

The struggle came to a head one night as she was walking home from school at age 15. Two members of a local gang were harassing an old man that Tamar had seen in the neighborhood from time to time, demanding money and threatening to break his kneecaps and leave him in the gutter to “play with the rats”. It was too much for young Tamar, who screamed obscenities at the gangsters before charging in, biting and clawing and kicking. Although they were startled by the ferocity of her attack, they outclassed her physically and soon had her restrained on the ground. The gangsters began to discuss with snickers what they might do with her... and it wasn’t inviting her to a tea party, that much is for sure. However, both the gangsters and Tamar had seemingly forgotten one very important rule... never, in a culture even slightly modeled after Ancient Terra’s Orient, underestimate the old frail bald guy. The long and short of it is that the gang members retreated with pride (and a number of body parts) badly wounded, and the old man took Tamar in to patch her up and talk to her.

“You are like a metal rod calling for lightning,” the old man told her. “If you have no way to ground yourself, to dispel the harm from your attraction to danger and risk, then the urge will build up inside you until you are destroyed.” He offered to teach her what little he knew of martial arts. Seeing that what little he knew had done wonders with the two gang members, Tamar eagerly accepted. Thus, she began to settle into a far more comfortable routine: every day after school, she came to see him and learned what he knew of unarmed combat – mostly through flying ten feet to a hard landing on the ground time after time until she got a move right. Every time she asked her teacher for his name or for some detail of his past, he just smiled and shook his head. With her energy finding a suitable outlet, Tamar’s study habits quickly improved as well.

Tamarrion graduated from secondary school with excellent marks, but decided not to go on to further education. Her parents were disappointed but unsurprised at her decision. She went to the old man’s house to bid him farewell and was dismayed to find it dark and empty. To this day, this remains one of Tamar’s continuing regrets, and she is always on the lookout for some clue to his identity and to what became of him, so that she might find a way to thank him for his years of teaching and companionship.

After a few placeholder jobs to get some money for her own apartment, Tamar decided to go into Zoid stunt flying. She longed to enter the newly unfolding battle scene, but as a secondary-school graduate without much of anything in the way of resources, she had no way to secure a battle-ready Zoid and the parts to repair and maintain it. Thus, an independent contractor rented out a Redler as part of her salary and paid for a basic training course. Tamar soaked up information on Zoids with more eagerness than she’d ever devoted to a subject in school. Within a scant few months she was ready to take to the skies, and she quickly gained a reputation as one of the finest stunt pilots on Zi. Naturally, the media and the general public didn’t pay nearly as much attention to her as they did to the stars in the ZBC leagues, but whenever someone ‘in the know’ was having a party and needed some first-class entertainment, hers was the first name on their list.

After five years of flying to entertain, Tamar calculated that she almost had enough money to go into battling. She decided, however, to take a few more assignments to get a little extra cash... and one of those assignments was a company party for some corporation or other called ACI. After giving as good a flying performance as she ever had, Tamar met the company’s acting president, Liam Alexander... and as they say, the rest is history. After a scant few months of dating, they were engaged to be married, and soon after the death of Liam’s father, Tamar took the Alexander name and became Liam’s wife.

Tamar was a little apprehensive that her new husband might not approve of her decision to go into Zoids battling, so she came up with a clever and slightly devious plan. For their honeymoon, Tamar took Liam to Athens and the Zoids community there for some basic courses in piloting a combat Zoid. As Tamar had hoped, Liam was hooked and eventually made the suggestion that they start a team and fight together. A few more additions and some company money later, and Team Reaper’s Bounty was ready to take to the field.


Appearance


Quite unusually for most women, Tamar had a growth burst between the ages of 15 and 17. It may have had something to do with her constant training during that time. At any rate, Tamar is now larger than the average Trillistani female – not fat by any stretch of the imagination, indeed her metabolism ferociously burns off any fat that she might accumulate. She stands just a shade under six feet tall and weighs something on the order of 180 pounds. Her hair is black and very long, worn in a single braid that reaches all the way down to her knees, and her eyes and skin are both dark – the norm for a Trillistani. Although she bears the distinguishing marks of Trillistani heritage, she cannot send or receive much at all in the way of mental communication. Her attire varies widely – when piloting or going into a hazardous situation, she likes to wear a full flight suit with integrated fiber panels for protection. She wears this more often now, possibly due to Liam’s insistence that she use at least some caution while fighting. Otherwise, she’s quite partial to robes of all colors, particularly despising clothes that are too tight and restrict her freedom of movement.

Tamar is trained in no formal technique of martial arts, but learned from her unnamed teacher some incredibly effective and nasty ways to kick and punch – not fancy, but they sure do get the job done. Try it and find out. She also has an excellent understanding of balance and movement, as well as superb muscle control, making her a dangerous unarmed combatant. The only true weapon that she has in her possession is a long, thin-bladed, single-edged sword on which Tamar is etching her life story – it’s more of a continuing art project than a weapon, although Tamar practices with it a fair bit in her free time. She’s never without a good, sharp, fixed-bladed knife, which is handy for deterring street thugs and can peel apples pretty well, too.

Your caution showed. I don't like the cliched martial-arts master, but approved. 60k.