Qun'mi Trute

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun'mi Trute

"And I should care about this because why?"

Custom Title: :..Burning Desire..:
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Deceased
Race: Human/L'cie
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Home World: Oriens
Alignment: Milites Empire
Job: L'cie
Items: Helmet
Accessories: N/A
Appearance Standing at about 5'2, Qun'mi has a slight frame, but also has feminine curves. With dark blue eyes and short blonde hair to frame her face, she looks small, but looks can be deceiving. Normally she wears what can only be described as 'military gear'. Khaki and green clothing, with brown leather boots and gloves. To complete her 'battle' appearance, Qun'mi has a helmet that looks almost like the face of a cat.
Personality:
The best way to sum up Qun'mi, is by saying that she doesn't give a damn. Though she is loyal to the Byakko nation, Qun'mi has her own thoughts and beliefs, and doesn't always think that the leader, Cid, is right. In fact, she has her doubts about what is right and wrong, and at times, in certain situations, that can be seen.

Stubborn and dedicated however, Qun'mi sees the faults, but will still fight for the Byakko nation. That isn't to say, however, that she might not ever allow something to slip past her knowledge. If she decides she wants to do something, or not do something, it's hard to get her to do it. It takes someone with a strong will to rival her, but Qun'mi does respect those she deems as stronger then her. Those might be the only people she respects.

Having a sassy streak in her a thousand miles wide, Qun'mi isn't afraid of speaking her mind, and neither is she afraid of conflict because of her opinions. She'll take on just about anyone that walks without a second thought. Also somewhat flirty, Qun'mi is well aware of herself as a woman, and isn't afraid to use that to her advantage. In this regard however, Qun'mi will only use this when she thinks it necessary.

History:
Growing up in the Byakko nation, Qun'mi was put in the ranks as military because of her superior strength and abilities. With the ability to harness the power of the crystal, Qun'mi had very powerful abilities, that made it so she could
Leading the invasion against Peristylium Suzaku, the Magic Academy of the nation of Rubrum, Qun'mi confronts Machina and Rem in battle. She uses Dainsleif's Crystal Jammer to put the pair at a disadvantage and easily overpowers them, before entering the Magitek mech to finish them off.

However, Ace, Seven, and Jack come to their aid, summoning Odin to cripple Dainsleif. After the three Class Zero members do further damage to the Magitek, Dainsleif explodes with Qun'mi consumed in the explosion.

Though she managed to escape Dainsleif's destruction, Qun'mi is involved in later Byakko missions before she finds herself partially encased in stone. Seeing Machina, she willingly transfers her l'Cie brand and powers unto Machina, her helmet falling off while entering Crystal Stasis.

After the crystals were taken away, Qun'mi remains in the Byakko nation, loyal to them. Memories plague her, though she tells no one. Almost as if she has forgotten something, something very important. Yet, she tells no one, unsure of why she has these images in her head. But they're there, threatening her.

Abilities: (TO COME IN THE FUTURE)
Summons: Unknown
Magic:

• Blizzard/Blizzara/Blizzaga
  
• Cure/Cura
  
• Thunder
  
• Aero
  
• Energy gained from the crystals
  

Strengths:

• Strategic mind
  
• Calm during the heat of the battle
  
• Confident
  
• Manipulating others
  

Weaknesses:

• Still human - struggles with emotions at times
  
• Temper
  
• Overconfidence
  
• Speaking her mind
  

Weapon Dainsleif's Crystal Jammer
Crushes: >_> I don't have time for silly romances
How did you find us? <_< IIII SAW THE SIIIIGN AND IT OPENED UP MY EEEEYES I SAW THE SIGN!
Role Play Sample:

Qun’mi glanced around her, before looking down at the message she had just been given. A meeting with her? A request from Cid himself? With a raised eyebrow, Qun’mi reread what the message said yet again. How many times had she reread it now? It seemed like dozens. It didn’t make any sense. Something about the crystal, and the power that was bestowed because of it. Drawing her leg up to rest it easily on the chair she was in, Qun’mi set the note down and reached for the liquid that had been placed in front of her. She’d be damned if she would give up her drink just when it had come to go talk to Cid. Turning her blue eyes toward the man that was standing there shifting his weight, waiting for her reaction, Qun’mi appraised him with challenging eyes. “Why are you still here?” As he nodded and scuttled off, Qun’mi rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. Feeling it wash down her throat as she swallowed, Qun’mi smiled and leaned back in the chair further.

She had wanted to have the night to relax, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Groaning very lightly, Qun’mi rubbed the back of her neck and cracked it by moving it to the right and left. Hearing the cracking noises, Qun’mi relaxed again, sitting in her chair easily. She’d been going on missions way too much lately. There had been less and less time to actually relax, with more and more work. Not that she minded the work. Hell, it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what she was walking into when she had done so, but sometimes one needed to relax. Which was exactly why she wasn’t scuttling off to find Cid as soon as she was. She was no lapdog to be summoned whenever he pleased. Hell, if he wanted her badly, he could come track her down himself and talk to her. As it was, he’d sent a wimpy little messenger boy that had been quaking in his boots. …Pathetic.

Turning the glass around in her hand, Qun’mi stared at the contents, before setting it back down on the table. Running a hand through her short blonde hair, Qun’mi looked then at the helmet of hers that was resting on the table in front of her. Reaching toward it, she wrapped her fingers around it and brought it toward her. Studying it, Qun’mi noted the scratches that it had in it, one gouge especially deep on the side. Her mind turned to the missions that she had been sent on. Missions that had created these scars in her headgear. Showed the importance of wearing it too. After all, if she hadn’t, those deep gouges would be in her skull instead of in the metal. Was it worth it? She fought…but for what? “Bah.” With a sound of disgust, Qun’mi shoved the helmet back onto the table and picked up her glass, lifting it to her lips. Washing it down her throat, she once again looked at the helmet, sitting there and staring her down. She fought because that was the way things were.

With her drink gone, Qun’mi finally sighed and stood up, pushing back from the table. Digging into her back pocket, she got the money she needed and laid it down on the table. Picking up her helmet, she tucked it under her arm and turned around, headed for the exit door. Yawning slightly, Qun’mi hesitated once she hit the door, before shading her eyes from the sun and glancing at the street. Checking for traffic, she finally crossed, walking with a swagger that extenuated her hips. Turning heads, Qun’mi continued walking, ignoring the looks she got.

Finally making it to the building she needed to be in, Qun’mi straightened out her appearance and a smirk lifted onto her features. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she continued on, knowing the route well. In the back of her mind she wondered what Cid wanted with her. She had been slightly surprised to get a note from him specifically. Obviously this was something that was a higher level of mission then previous ones. When she got outside his office, she was stopped, and asked for her ID and a reason for why she was there. Shrugging, Qun’mi flipped out her ID. “This work good enough for you Bucky?” Handing both her ID and her note to the man, she stood confidently, watching him as he nodded and handed them back. “Yes ma’am. Cid is waiting.”

Nodding, Qun’mi opened the doors, swaggering into the room. Her eye sight caught the old man, haggard looking in her opinion. Walking in, hips swinging, she caught the annoyed look on his face. That didn’t bother her, in fact, she rather enjoyed that she had made him wait for something he wanted. The man tended to get on his high horse a lot. “You’re late.” Shrugging, Qun’mi smirked devilishly at him, her eyes boring into his, completely unconcerned that he looked annoyed.

“I couldn’t care less.”

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[Reno Sinclair]