Nex Eternus
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
The information contained on this page is not common knowledge. Please do not reference anything on this page in RP with the character unless the character has revealed it to you herself.
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| "I'll be your Huckleberry" | |
| Nex Eternus | |
| Player: @Germaine | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Stalker |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Shaylin Marie Andrews; Jonna Darcy Matthews |
| Known Aliases: | Sorsha Masters, Vivian MacAdams, Jo d'Angelo, and many more |
| Species: | Caucasian |
| Age: | undetermined |
| Height: | 5'7" |
| Weight: | 135lbs. |
| Eye Color: | Crystal Blue |
| Hair Color: | Red |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Assassin & Recon Specialist |
| Place of Birth: | Remmington, NE |
| Base of Operations: | Somewhere in Nerva |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | None...that she knows of... |
| Known Powers | |
| Katanas...lovely, sharp katanas... | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Leaping, regeneration | |
| Equipment | |
| Bioware upper right arm, mysteriously appearing "laser" eyes | |
| Footnotes | |
| Nex -rarely- gives her actual name. To know her name is to be extremely close to her. Or her former employer. | |
Contents |
Growing Up
"Wendy! Wendy! They were just havin' a little fun!
Weren'tcha, girls?
That's all.
We were only trying to drown her."
~Peter & the Mermaids from Disney's Peter Pan
Childhood
Remmington, NE was a quite town. Not much happened there. Ever. Shaylin never could figure out why her parents chose to settle in such a remote location, but she accepted it. Her parents were both ex-military, but, even as "ex" military, they still seemed to disappear for weeks at a time. Shaylin knew they'd be back--they always were. Besides, when they went away, Bill always came to watch her. Shaylin liked Bill. Bill let her stay up late, eat a ton of junk food, and watch cartoons. But, best of all, Bill taught her how to fight.
Enlistment
When Shaylin graduated from high school, she was 17. It was no surprise that the first place she went was the Army recruiter's office. Everyone knew her last name in association with Earl and Geneova Andrews, one a top Green Beret, the other his unofficial partner. They were a team. They were the best team. When Geneova became pregnant, the pair retired from the Army--that's when the CIA snatched them up.
Shaylin Andrews, unknowingly, had much to live up to. Any expectations her superiors had were met and exceeded. In combat, she was a whirlwind of swords, and in secretive operations, she was just as good as her parents. The Army, however, did not employ women in the special forces--but they knew someone who did...
Discharge
After four years in the Army, Shaylin was honorably discharged. She was not more than five feet outside of the Army base when a black car pulled up next to her and a bespeckled man climbed out and spoke firmly and quickly to her. It only took 30 seconds and Shaylin was climbing into the back of the car, listening to the proposition being made to her. It was an offer she couldn't refuse.
CIA, SSV
"You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MiB special services. You'll conform
to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on
you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way.
Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You're
a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you
were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence, your native tongue.
You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're
'them.' We're 'they.' We are the Men in Black."
~Zed from Men in Black
The Offer
The car ride from the Army Barracks in Ft. Meade, MD to CIA Headquarters in Washington, DC didn't take long, but to Shaylin, it felt an eternity. Her parents had disappeared shortly after her high school graduation and she hadn't seen them since. She knew something wasn't right--something was being hidden from her. She thought she may be able to get her answers from the CIA. Answers she received. Answers she had difficulty swallowing.
"So," the man began, "as you can see, we've been watching you, Miss Andrews, since you were born."
"My parents were spies?" she stared in stunned silence. The man smirked slightly and nodded. "...and you want me to do the same thing they do?"
"Did," he corrected. "The truth about your parents, Miss Andrews, is they are gone. When and how are both classified and immaterial. They were the best at what they did and with training, we believe you can fill their shoes quite easily. Your mother was a gifted covert operative. She could gather intelligence about the enemy without them even suspecting her. And your father--" the man smiled as if remembering a best friend, "Your father was a very skilled assassin. No one crossed your mother and lived."
Shaylin shook her head. "This is all quite a bit to swallow, sir," she began, rubbing her temples.
"You have nothing, Miss Andrews. We can give you everything you'll ever need." Shaylin thought about the offer. The car pulled up into the parking structure and the door opened enough to turn on the interior light. "Time's up, Miss Andrews. What's your answer?"
Classified
The Second Gulf War
"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large
numbers and to the sound of trumpets."
~Voltaire, War
Make Love
In 1996, Shaylin graduated from high school. Her parents were there and proud. Three months later, they were missing, again, and she was in boot camp. She loved every moment of the physical training. She pushed herself harder than most others and she caught the attention of her Staff Sergent. Knowing women were not admitted to the Green Berets, he did some checking and found her scores and then found out who her parents were. Shaylin rose through the ranks over the four years she was enlisted and consistently exceeded the expectations of her superior officers. Though not an official "Green Beret," they still used her in some of the covert missions for intelligence, testing her abilities even further. Shaylin found that she preferred the covert operations and intel-missions, so when her tour was up in 2000, she took the honorable discharge followed by the ride to the CIA.
Not War
In 2001, she was assigned to a unit in Afghanistan. There were rumors of a terrorist attack that would soon be coming. Unfortunately, her team could not get the information fast enough and on September 11, many US Citizens lost their lives. It was at that time that Shaylin demanded a unit change. She began training as an assassin while still doing reconnaissance. She officially became Nex Eternus--Death Eternal. Her vow was to reign terror and destruction upon those who put together the plan that caused so many heartache. When President Bush invaded Iraq, Nex was in the shadows...waiting...
Changes
January 2007, Washington, D.C.
The watery-blue eyes fluttered open and glanced around the room. Things were different. She wasn't sure how and she wasn't sure why, but things were different.
"Ah, there you are," a white coated doctor smiled to her as he checked her vitals. "Thought we were going to lose you, too."
She thought she heard herself say, "Lose me, too?! Who else did we lose?!" but, what she apparently said was, "Y'garz kall thu'ulest kzma't t glurrss'p!" judging from the blank stare on the doctor's face. She began to wonder if it was a radiation plant that blew and she'd suddenly sprouted a third arm and another head. Great, she thought, I'm going to have to change my name to Zaphod.
"You have no memory of the incident, do you, Lt-Commander Andrews," the doctor finally whispered.
The woman narrowed her eyes, "Tell me what the bloody hell happened and who we lost. This is my team we're talkin' about, doc!"
The doctor injected something into an IV. Andrews frowned and watched the liquid--well, what she thought was liquid--race into her blood. "I'm sorry, Lt-Commander. We tried to save him, but...well, the shock of it all and the trauma was too much. He's in a better place, now."
"If you fuckin' say you turned onna my team over to that bitch Countess, I swear to whatever deity you put your faith in, I'll kill you."
"Commander Westmont is dead, Andrews," a familiar voice entered the room. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. She opened her eyes in time to see another injection into the IV stream, then a wave of warmth followed by numbness washed over her. "You're lucky to be alive yourself."
"Mind calirfyin', Chief? I ain't much likin' how this is soundin'..."
"There was no way to warn you without giving up your position, Shaylin," Chief Bramblat began. "Al-Queda moved the hostages and planted the bomb in the same place. They knew we were coming--"
"They knew I was coming, Phil. Get it right."
He sighed, "Yes. They knew you were coming."
"And how did they know that, Phil?" she asked pointedly.
"...th-that doesn't matter, Shaylin, the point is Max is dead bec--"
"Because you fucked up," she stared at him coldly in the eyes. "And don't call me Shaylin. You don't get to use my first name, anymore."
February 14, 2008
A tall, slender woman clad in black from head to toe stood in front of the marble stone. In her hand, two roses--one red, one white. Tears streamed from her watery-blue eyes as she knelt in front of the marker and placed the flowers in a crossed position against the stone. She traced her fingers over the name and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Max..." She stood to her feet and opened her eyes. It was a rainy Valentine's Day. That was fine--she now hated this day, anyway.
August 2008, NYC
"Oh, god, babe...we need to do that more often..." she breathed heavily.
"I agree... five minutes sound good to you?" her partner whispered huskily. "What'dya say your name was again?"
"I didn't. But you can call me Trixie if ya need to call me," the red head smirked.
"No problem, Trix--" he grinned at her--but, the grin slowly faded and the eyes slowly went blank.
"Actually....call me the Angel of Death, you jackass."
"Shaylin...." was the last thing Jack Castor would ever say. She'd done some digging. He was the leak. He was the one that got Max killed and nearly got her killed. Now, she just had that damn implant that drove her bloody insane. She was sure she was going insane. She thought she could hear Max talking to her. She'd make sure no one ever knew her name. Ever. She'd never fall in love again, either. That, she vowed to herself. It was too messy when they started comin' out in body bags. Well, when pieces start comin' out in body bags...
A New Beginning
She thought Jack was dead. She'd killed him herself. And yet...there he was... And, there he wasn't. But, no...that was him...or was it? The last thing she saw was his grinning face. She went unconscious and remained in a state of stasis--or coma--for months. No one knew where she was...no one knew who she was. When she awoke, she was changed. For the better--new, and improved. In fact, no longer would she be Shaylin Marie...but, she would be Jonna Darcy, in honor of the undying spirit that resided within her--Joan D'Arc. (( Story still under development ))
Associates
"These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet." - Radiohead
Agent Effective
Eternus met this secret operative while running some tasks for Father Time. She is unsure of his intentions and also unsure of her own. Maybe they're really just out to kill each other...
Phoenix Insurrection
Unleashed Force found Eternus at the Pocket D, one night. She was yuckin' it up with some possible targets/clients/lovers when he approached her. He'd mentioned something to her about needing some help with some work--how he'd chosen her out of everyone standing there, she'd never know. He said he'd heard of her. She disbelieved him. Still, it was appealing to work with a team, again, so she accepted. Once within the ranks of the Insurrection, she met Jaime Synge. He was a real piece of work...
Wraith's Embrace
This young woman teamed up with Eternus straight out of the gates. The darkly mysterious Wraith's Embrace, aka Jordan, proved to be a powerful fighting force, able to take out enemies quickly and keep them distracted away from Eternus. Eternus liked this particular attribute greatly. They often can be seen helping the other out.
Jaime Synge
At first, the hot blond reminded her of Max--ambitious, headstrong, unafraid. But, after an incident in the Insurrection's headquarters, Eternus started thinking otherwise. Was history repeating itself? Would she have to kill this one, too? Maybe it was time for her to move on...move completely on. Max was waiting for her, after all... (( On-going RP ))
