❝ Alouette Remia ❞
➳ Alias/Nickname:
Alouette, to most.
Lark, to close friends.
Rook, in business.
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➳ Planet of Origin:
Vynna, as far as she could remember. She travels often now.
➳ How old are they?
97
➳ Gender:
Female
➳ Height:
5'7ft
➳ Weight:
179lbs
➳ Hair:
Pitch
➳ Eyes:
Green
➳ Preference:
Heterosexual, Generally Platonic.
➳ Status:
Civilian.
➳ Affiliation:
Independent.
➳ Rank:
N/A
➳ Service:
N/A
➳ Occupation:
On the surface she inherited the industrial ( Remicore Industries) and trade ( Eclipse Enterprise ) businesses of her late Father, helping fund and outfit local colonies just as her Father had done. Lark is the majority stock holder in both companies, yet she actively leans on the respective board members to run the day to day operations with clear respect.. Gaining their loyalty and support in the process.
Under that proper-lady guise? Thanks to her money and connections Lark has eyes everywhere, brokering information for the right price in circles few even know exist.. Working with criminals and foreign organizations and keeping the wheels of her shadow enterprise turning with almost vicious efficiency.
➳ Skills:
✓ Hacking skills, she is rather good but for her best work it takes time.
✓ Manipulating people. She can generally figure people out pretty quick, puzzling out how their minds work and what they value to use as subtle leverage. What she lacks in physical power she makes up for with her silver tongue and intelligent charm, finding ways around problems with the least amount of attention drawn to herself.
✓ Keeping her business running smoothly and (most of the time ) peacefully, despite the sort of clientele she caters to. She has a strict set of rules that she expects her employees and customers to adhere to.. it is never wise to upset this woman because you just never know when or how she'll get you back.
✓ Creating Tactics and Strategies, often putting them to use in her work or the strange games she finds on her Holo-Screen. She has recently discovered an old program called 'Online Chess'. It is outdated yet soothing, and she plays it often in her down time.
✓ Multitasking. As it should be obvious she has a lot of balls in the air at any given time, keeping the image of a hesitant heiress on her brief interactions in public while still managing more spies and black market trades than most could keep track of. Of course then there is the charity work, an heiress wouldn't be worth much if she didn't show a good face and attend all the Solarian functions loyally. All the while keeping her identity and actions almost unknown, tweaking the strings of her puppets like a phantom in the shadows.
➳ Flaws:
✗ Tolerating needless cruelty. If someone has to die, fine, but make it quick and clean.
✗ Separating herself from her work, it is hard for her to relinquish control for even brief amounts of time. Her sleep and eating habits suffer for this, as she often resists or forgets to indulge both.
✗ Things like fighting or weapons.. She had to hire others do that sort of thing for her.
➳ Likes:
✓ Work, she loves her job and takes pride in doing it well.
✓ Money, who doesn't like turning over a nice profit?
✓ Trust-worthy employees, she is honestly fond of those that work for her and will readily protect them even if it causes her business to suffer a bit. Her loyalty to them earns their loyalty in return, and they are far more honest with her knowing she will at least hear them out before judging their actions.
➳ Dislikes:
✗ Rowdy idiots that cannot obey her rules.
✗ Physical contact, she isn't used to it.
✗ Threats made to her or her people, she isn't the type to buckle under such things and it is poor manners in her mind.
➳ Personality:
As far as the public and her social peers know she is a sweetly reclusive heiress, witty and charming with a passion for the arts and a habit to host charity events. She is soft spoken, thoughtful, kind, and always giving off a sense of refined etiquette. Lark has been described by her late father's associates as 'genuine and reserved', a practical young lady with a good head for business and aptitude for responsibility. A reasonable, if slightly feisty, woman Lark is very much a self-made Mafia Don.. without all that rigid arrogance or pointless drama. She is a pro at negotiations and diligent in her work, keeping to her word regardless of bribe attempts or double dealings.. mainly because she always has a contingency plan when dealing with her 'business partners'. Lark is patient, cautious, resourceful, observant, and naturally charismatic.. Easily becoming one of the biggest shadow brokers even as she flirts around social events to keep her ear to the ground for trouble. Idle gossip can reveal so much after all. In things like business and revenge she takes her time, thinks things through carefully, and then makes her move when it is the most opportune moment. Never mistake her silence as forgiveness or indifference, she isn't a good enough person to let go of a grudge if someone actually gets under her skin. In her mind knowing is half the battle, and she isn't the type to leave things to chance.
On a deeper level Lark is kind, clever, and ( after a time ) loyal. She values those under her care and in return has earned their loyalty, never trusting someone she does not know personally.. and never sacrificing one of her own people unless she has no choice. When it comes to her role as a shadow broker no party is favored, no information is sacred, and the woman barters with anyone that keeps to her rules and can pay her price. She's even sold secrets of her own companies, strategically keeping her identity hidden by taking hits and calmly rebuilding the damage like any other victimized corporation would.
➳ Bio:
The tale of how Charles Remia found his long-lost daughter and saved her from the throws of poverty was quite the touching story to his social peers. Her mother ( whom he says ran off with her when she was just a baby) tragically passing away from illness, the girl herself weak and starving when he found her via a private investigator.. Oh yes, his posh friends and supporters were quite happy to take pity on Lark and absorb her into their fold like a long lost daughter of their own. Often on sleepless nights she laughs to herself, wondering how those rich hypocrites would react if they knew the truth of her 'deliverance' to her father's side. From a young age, poor yet happy with her admittedly ailing mother, Lark had learned how to get things done on the streets so they could survive. Minor scams, a few honest jobs paid under the table, and yet always when she came home with money her mother still looked so sad. Her mother, Scharlotte Remia, had been a delicate woman.. Born of money and weak in spirit. So unlike Lark herself who thrived in difficult situations. But she was her mother and Lark loved her dearly. So, ignoring her mother's warnings, she dug into their own past and uncovered a rather unsettling truth. Her mother, sweet weak Scharlotte, had been the victim of an arranged marriage.. and a cheating husband. Unable to cope with her shame the woman had taken her newborn daughter and ran, living off her pawned jewelry until they ended up in the run down apartments they now called home.
Convinced her father could get the medical attention her mother needed Lark reached out to him, turned away a number of times by his staff and security members before finally growing desperate. Using the skills she'd picked up on the streets she got a forged key to his estate, posing as a maid and simply walking through the servants entrance like she belonged there. No one gave her a second glance, she walked right up the stairs and pushed open the doors to her father's study to be met with his all-too-familiar green eyes meeting her own. He knew, only a teenager at the time but she looked so like her mother.. and she had his eyes. For all his sins in the past he was a loving man, he embraced her without hesitation and swept her into a sea of questions and plans for her life. She pressed him to help Scharlotte, begged him to make amends with her mother, and with a awkward guilt the man did just that. Under a condition. Lark had to dedicate her life as his heir, casting aside her life and her old friends in the slums to be the posh and proper young lady his social peers expected a girl of her class to be. The etiquette training was hellish, her schooling almost overwhelming as she studied dance and musical instructions on the side, but under the pressure she once again thrived. Years passed, she became exactly the lady her father wanted of her, and eventually her ill mother passed quietly in her sleep.. comfortable in a lush villa and surrounded by the wealth she'd known in her young life.
Few realize that when she lost her mother she lost the last genuine relationship in her life. Yes her father loved her, she made a facade just for him after all, and she did care about him in her own way as well.. But her mother had known her for all that she was. Without her there to fill the void Lark started to wander, slipping out quietly to roam the slums of her youth on the sly. People she'd known found their way back to her side, friends in low places that could do things she couldn't.. And she realized the blessing it could be. Her network started as a means to save her father's businesses, though a kind man he'd had a poor luck with them, and soon she used her new strings to eliminate his obstacles without his ever knowing. Then she realized how much gossip and information was shared at the tedious social events she was pushed to attend, loose lips from other privileged heirs and drunk veterans ripe for the taking. Her skills with technology, honed by her father, also proved useful as she started studying hacking.. and her world opened up. Her father had passed away from a heart attack four years after, still praising her as his beloved child, and in his will there was even a letter addressed to her.
His financial turmoil had been a test for her, self-inflicted corporate issue after issue he'd been studying her aptitude for her true inheritance. He'd known about her as a child, believing he'd been giving her the choice of a normal life by driving her mother away all those years ago, yet he admitted his joy when she came bursting into his study all the same. He had understood her better even than her own mother, she now knew, and it her love of him grew even with her grief at his passing. Entrusting the network to her as his father had passed it to him he left her subtle markers, hints he'd already trained her to catch and use.. And in his final written words he gave her his blessing to continue on with the Shadow Broker tradition or to simply walk away, to find joy in her wealthy and secure life. Why does she still do it some might ask. Lark has money, she's the sole heiress to her father's fortune and companies, and goodness knows she doesn't lack for good social standing.. So then why does she thrive so in such dark dealings? The answer is simple.. It is in her blood, providing and managing a service that connects even the darkest corners of the world with a skill that seems honed in her family line. Her father gave her the choice, offered her freedom despite the importance of their heritage.The woman has never wanted or needed a deeper reason than that to keep going, returning his love by nurturing their family business.
➳ Anything else we need to know?
Her favorite color is red, she adores dogs, and has a mild addiction to caffeine. Her cross necklace, which she always wears, was her mothers.. It has sentimental value and she will often fiddle with it when she is lost in thought. Lark makes it a point to look her best at all times, rarely wearing pants in favor of skirts or dresses. Thanks to modern medicine she still looks rather young, only fools would judge based on appearances with this woman.
