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Rose of May

Created on 2008-02-18 05:50:24 (#14966671), last updated 2008-04-25

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Name:	agent_elite
Birthdate:	1970-01-02

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"I commend your courage, but I will show you no mercy."

.Name.
Born Bernadette Rosco; Now known as 'Beatrix'.

.Age.
Mid to late 30's. Do you wanna ask her? 'Cause I don't. 8D

.Current Residence.
She roams, but is thought to reside in or near the Alexandros Estate.

.Occupation.
Former personal bodyguard of Stravos Alexandros; Now serves directly under Brahne.

.Personality.
The only thing that outweighs her reputed icy and merciless disposition is her unshakable loyalty to the Alexandros family. Her enemies fear her; her subordinates respect her. Bernadette is quick-witted, but rather bossy ... and very proud. Not surprisingly, she isn't really the romantic type in the least - She is, as they often say, married to her job, after all. While her core intentions are just, her faithfulness to her superiors is strong to a fault and she follows whatever orders she is dealt without second thoughts -- and no task is out of the question. No task so far, that is...
She's also a relatively even-tempered young lady, working quite smoothly under pressure, and is difficult to upset. A fast and easy way to get on her bad side, however, is to call her by her birthname -- which is known by few enough people that it doesn't happen often anyway. She had to work hard to earn her name as an agent, and to address her as anything else is absolutely insulting.

.Biography.
Defend. Fight.
Those were the two constants in her life... and, not inappropriately, they were the two things she excelled in. Her parents had both served under the powerful Alexandros family, as did their parents ... as did theirs, so it was said. Being an only child, she was expected to do the same, but no one could have foreseen how easily she had taken to the practice of espionage: just as easily as a fish takes to water. Of course, she was none the wiser to her pre-determined course of employment throughout her youthful years. Nevertheless, she was taught all the mannerisms and intricacies of being a well-mannered young lady, as anyone close to an affluent family ought to be, though it should be said that her own family was not that wealthy.

Her strong sense of justice and, more importantly, upholding it, was recognizable even as a child. No bully; no teasing, snot-nosed kid was safe from sweet-faced little Bernadette's righteous, violent wrath. The same held true for various teachers throughout early grade school that she hadn't taken much of a liking to, who would often find unpleasant surprises at the bottom of their coffee cups, inside their previously locked desk drawers, and on one particularly nasty occasion, waiting for them inside of their own vehicles.
'They are simply unfit, mommy.'

Once she was old enough to understand professional competition, nobody stood a chance. A fluent and cunning leader, she was at the top of her class, the captain of the ladies' soccer team, and the scourge of the Dojo where her parents had discreetly enrolled her in middle school.

High school was no different.
It was at about this time that she went a little wild with all of her self-obtained glory and finally, she bit off more than she could chew.
No one really knows how it happened ... or why it happened. Some say that she witnessed two classmate being mugged and sought to defend them, until a knife was pulled. Others swear that it was her very own martial arts instructor, finally hearing enough of her arrogant smart-mouth. Whatever the case may have been, in her third year of high school, Bernadette was admitted to the Saint Ajora Hospital, severely beaten. When she walked out, she was blind in her left eye.

Things changed for her after that. Friends were met with a cold shoulder. All of her sports and extra-cirricular activities were forgotten about ... save for her work at the Dojo. Nothing mattered more to the tattered teenager than to get stronger. To fight. Shortly thereafter, her parents pulled her from school for reasons undisclosed.
It can be assumed that more specified training took place in the time gap between then and her official employment records for Alexandros Banking -- or more specifically for the president of the company, Mr. Stravos.
It is said that the two were friends as well as business associates, and much of the bank's inner workings and the man's woes and musings were confided in her, though she never offered any advice or input of her own out of respect. Such was the way of things until the man's death, whereupon she was sent to serve directly under Brahne. A large part of the security force was placed under her control - the rest shared by a certain loud-mouth bodyguard that went by the name of Steiner.

. . .

"I do not care how you do it. I do not care how long it takes. I do not care who or what gets in your way. Just find her."

That was all that the reigning Lady of the Alexandros Banking Company had said to her that previous evening. The rumors - taboo as they were - just might've been true... A sort of contained madness had hinted at the raw edge of the woman's voice, so subtle, so sequestered, that the seasoned expert in all things espionage could barely detect it herself. However, such contemplations were not for her to have. These were direct orders... Effective, she assumed, immediately.

Orders so important, she thought haughtily as she gathered her few possessions in her late-night preparation, that the great, bumbling idiot Steiner has been excluded entirely.
And it was no wonder, either... It was that man's fault that Garnet was missing in the first place. That was the story presented to the media - that someone had somehow spirited that girl away from her quarters. Stupid, in her opinion. Everyone with a brain in their heads knew that she'd run off on her own account. Why else would that maid with the missing uniform's employment have been terminated -- and so severely? It was doubtful that the poor woman would ever find work in the city for the rest of her pathetic, domesticated life. Steiner had felt the burn, too, of course... the last time she had checked (and by accident - as if she, an elite agent, would ever consciously waste her time hovering over some foolish underling), he'd been stuck behind a desk. A blatant slap to the face for that prideful man. And, yet...

Well, at least they knew who they could rely on. She hadn't exactly been left with much to work with, save for a few shady sightings of a dark-haired young lady who 'talked smart'. ... Invalids.
Now ... for a plan of action.

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