Name: Jaenanda D'Arkya
Call Sign: Q
Eye Color: Olive-drab Green
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5' 9.5"
Personality: Q has an artist's heart and nature, but the destiny of something quite different. She is spontaneous, comicly quirky, and good-natured. She laughs too much, but doesn't smile often enought at all. She is creative to a fault, but on numerous occasions her "fault" has gotten her out of a dangerous scrape or two...or three. Q is not a friendly or approachable person, at least not when you first make her acquaintance. Generally good-natured, though at times she can be blunt and sarcastic. As she is naturally talkative, she finds it easy to meet and make friends with many people. She tends to be sympathetic and generous to those in difficult or unfortunate circumstances. She is firm, positive, and independent in her own ideas and in reaching her own decisions, yet when it comes to taking action or following things through to completion, she often needs encouragement. In her work and studies, she finds it difficult to be neat and orderly, much to her own chagrin. She rarely plans things ahead of time, or follow a routine-- spontinaety is the name of the game she most often plays, bouncing around from one idea to the next. Which is not to say that she is incapable of comming to a decision requiring action, or that she is reluctant to take action-- rather, she maintains a clear head and instinctively knows when action is necessary for the greater good, and responds accordingly.
History: Not much at all is known of Q's past history, beyond the fact that she was discovered by the IMB in a remote area in northern Idaho. Her reasons for being there are not common knowledge, either, but she was quickly and without question recruited by the IMB, where she has remained ever since. She displays an intriguing knack for interrogation, a "gift" that none for her colleagues seem to match.
Personal Car: Classic Black VW Beetle
Personal Note: I have nothing of note to note at the moment.
Quote: "The past is the only thing we're never truly free of. It clings in invisible tatters, dragging at our forward moment, clutching at our heel, tripping us up. An eternally present force, invisible, intangible, inescapable. Remembered or not, acknowledged or not, it remains, it influences. No escape, only acceptance...Only time." ~Ainia Sinclair
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