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"... Hilarious. Say, I know a nice little cliff ledge just off a few miles from here, if you’d like to run along and take a look..."
♠ T H E B L A C K A C E ♠
[ female - twenty-eight - pirate detective - bisexual ]
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Full Name:
Priscilla Umbrosse-Uberto
Current Undercover Name:
Ilya Brockson
Preferred:
Ilya
Nicknames:
“Black Ace”, “Spades,” “Prissy”. (People who call her the last one get a bullet through the skull.)
Parent:
Elden “The Kraken” Uberto
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
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Appearance:
“Ethereally regal” is a good way to describe Ilya. Really, she has a lovely appearance, with pale blonde hair that frames her face like a halo — it almost seems to make her glow, contrasted against her tanned skin. It falls down her back, majorly straight with a bit of a wave to it but voluminous nonetheless, growing in volume the farther it falls. The way it falls against her face aids to frame it, oft cleared by thin, perfectly manicured fingers — a part of a package of a slight frame, lithe and nimble. One glance at her suggests incredible beauty.
A good look at her face wouldn’t necessarily unconfirm that, but…
Ilya has an incredibly bad case of resting bitch case. Likely the worst case you’ve ever seen. It’s fixed in a permanent death stare — not even necessarily a glare, even, as much as it is her drilling the heat death of a thousand suns into your skull. Whether it’s an intimidation tactic or entirely unintentional is up for debate, now, but her withering stare tends to keep people from noticing the actual features of her face, though Ilya wouldn’t necessarily complain about that fact.
In feature, she has a fairly pretty face, though not enough to make up for her expression; it, too, works towards her angelic look, with double-lidded eyelids over eyes a soft dark blue color, though unmistakably sharp in their look of intelligence (her mother said she got that from her father), framed by thick pale lashes that sweep over her cheeks when she closes her eyes. She has a straight nose set over full lips with the slightest tinge of pink to them, and her face is entirely clear of blemishes — as is the rest of her, in fact. She has no freckles, beauty marks, or acne to be seen, a fact she regards as entirely neutral.
Her legs are long and slender with a certain elegance to them, hairless from thorough shaving. Her arms have a similar elegantly thin quality to them, though closer inspection yields notice of toning; unmistakably the result of her more pirate-like hobbies, which tend to be heavy on the arms and wrists. Her hands, however, are perfectly smooth and soft, against all logic. Ilya, however, seems intent on maintaining her holy appearance against all things holy.
Attire & Accessories:
In attire, Ilya ensures she remains fashionable to the public. As such, she chooses it for the occasion — her wardrobe is wide and varied to ensure she isn’t caught dead wearing the same thing twice the same month, but typically, she trends towards whatever will leave a better impression of her. Billowing or elegant skirts for formal events or private occasions when she won’t be expected to move much, a fashionable but loose enough choice of pants when she will be moving. She keeps her gun(s) stashed away on her person where it won’t be seen, typically strapped to her thigh, or in a holster on her belt when she’s confident it’s fully allowed.
Tops also vary; she does own a great amount of dresses, formal and casual alike, but she’s a fan of clothes that give her a noble appearance. There’s a great amount of shirts with ruffles, suits, and overcoats in her closet — few are adorned with jewels, as she ordinarily leaves that to her jewelry. She adorns her ears most commonly, though she’ll occasionally go for bracelets and necklaces even more rarely; an anklet can also be seen here and there, though those are usually only in fully-decked-out cases. Paired with heels or some high-heeled boots (always with the heels — two to three inches, preferably, get her 5’6” height to a 5’8” or 9”) and a pair of arm-length ballroom gloves ("to protect her hands", she says. From what, no one knows) and she’s got her fit for the day.
Personality:
(notes for me, will be deleted later)
appears:
cool-headed/professional/regal/always two steps ahead
is actually:
temperamental/tantrum-prone/overthinker/adventurous/loser/overpleasing/probably only just one step ahead
in and out:
sharp-witted/clever/bitter/cold/passive-aggressive/calculating/thinker, not a fighter/uptight
Ilya’s demeanor exudes cold professionalism, from the way she carries herself down to the lilt in her voice. Straight posture, quick, precise movements, and an expression that screams “I know exactly what I’m doing and where I’m going and if you interrupt me you’ll die a thousand times over” ensures that her status is secured in people’s minds as completely and utterly unapproachable in every sense of the world. When addressed, her responses are sharp and professional, and she has a habit of dismissing everyone like she has the authority to do so when she’s done talking to them, even if she has none whatsoever -- unless, of course, they’re of high enough status for her to consider them “needing to be impressed”, in which case she’s all curtsies, polite smiles and lilting words. Her conduct has a certain level of regality to it, head held high with a dignity only intensified by her stiltingly formal demeanor and manner of speaking, one that holds whether she's being curt or boot-lickingly polite.
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Likes:
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Dislikes:
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Strengths:
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Weaknesses:
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Primary Skill:
- Sailing :: Despite her mother’s best wishes, Ilya is an excellent sailor. She’s remarkably efficient at getting everyone into place, getting the sails down, adjusting the speed as is needed, drilling into peoples’ skulls which way is port and which way is starboard and getting out of sticky situations and weather. She’s also remarkably skilled at doing things herself due to the sheer amount of times she’s gotten frustrated at how slow people are and just took over for half the crew. -
Secondary Skill:
- Deductions :: Primary occupation being detective work, Ilya is remarkably good at observation and deduction. It’s work to rival Sherlock, if only a little less far-fetched, as she attempts to get as much information as possible before reaching her conclusions. She picks up the pace in order to make up for it, though, which makes space for a great deal of her past mistakes. -
Weapon(s) of Choice:
“The pen may be mightier than the sword, but no pen can be of any use with a bullet through the middle.”
Ilya primarily uses guns. Pistols, for the most part -- fancy ones, heirlooms from her family, gifts from clients, or bought for their appearance and capability. Out of them, only one is from her sharpshooting father, made high quality and long-lasting with engravings of tentacles etched along the sides.
It’s her favorite gun.
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Relationship Status: Single
Significant Other: N/A
Crush: Mind your own business.
Exes: See above.
Kin:
Mary Umbrosse [Mother]
“commentary”
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Blaise Umbrosse [Step-Father]
“commentary”
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Jax Umbrosse [Younger Half-Brother]
“He has the potential for great things, I know it, if he’d only practice one more time…”
- Ilya’s relationship with her little brother is… complicated, to say the least. She loves him, at least; that is an inarguable fact, though, the way she is, she can offer nothing but cold love and the ability to provide him with whatever he needs. She tutors him in every subject she knows and teaches him to be a gentleman, repimands him whenever he's out of line in order to guide him best to what she thinks is his true potential, but her relationship is far too professional. Her care for him is distant, but unmistakably present, if full of none of that warm familial love that should be expected from a much older sister. -
Elden Uberto [Biological Father]
“...”
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Other Affiliations:
Dmitry Morozov [Partner-in-Crime]
“... tch. Clever boy.”
“... I’m not a dog. Do you want me to start barking?”
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Backstory:
Ilya’s parents were both professional people. Regal, self-confident with their heads held high — her father a pirate, a monstrous legend against the rough seas, and her mother the daughter of a business executive, all prim and proper and made up of status.
When her mother was young (too young, really), with eyes still full of stars, she fell in love with Uberto in all his wit and glory. It was a whirlwind affair, one they kept secret while high on the excitement of young love and forbidden romance. Shortly, Mary fell pregnant with her eldest daughter, though she and her family were perfectly unaware until a fateful day during one of Elden’s voyages.
When the pregnancy was discovered, life changed drastically — though she was not disowned at the tearful insistence of her mother, her father, disappointed in her affair, cut her off from the will and gave all her inheritance to Ilya’s uncle, instead. Mary’s relationship with her family and town changed drastically, as she was treated coldly by most of the residents, and by the time Ilya was born, life had made a cold and disillusioned woman out of her, though she still held her chin up. Shortly after Ilya’s birth and Elden’s rearrival, she broke things off with him.
With this, Ilya was born into a world with a mother whose loving heart was filled with ice and a father who was primarily absent and equally cold, if not more, but still attempted to love her. She was raised with icy love on both sides — directed on how to be a lady, regal and noble, by her mother and shown a concerning amount of active guns by her uncertain-on-how-to-parent father.
During most of her early life, she was regarded as an illegitimate child, whispered about among gossiping housewives. She was told by her mother that if she made a good enough impression consistently enough, she could wriggle her way back into the community. Looking back on it, Ilya couldn’t help but think her mother was lying in order to give her child hope, the same way she’d been telling herself the same thing.
Nonetheless, Ilya held her chin up and remained prim, proper and well-mannered. Her young mind hardly recognized her cold treatment as cold, as much as it was just normal — how everyone acted, how they should act. Even with how that lesson settled in her heart as a young girl, resulting in an incredibly strange-acting child, she did at least manage to make one friend in an ostracized foreign boy. They made for an odd pair.
Meanwhile, her father, in the few times he was not voyaging, attempted to build Ilya in his image — a seagoer, a proper marksman and a navigator. He showed her the ropes (quite literally) and encouraged skill in her, praising whatever she did well and getting on her case for every mistake. When she successfully shot a fish that’d jumped out of the water from the side of a ship (the best shot she’d done and ever would do), her father, in celebration, gave her her first gun.
Ilya learned quickly, but evidently not quickly enough, for his visits started getting fewer and farther in between. He started changing when he was there, too — less impressed, snappier, with a grim disposition and a rarer smile. His visits never quite stopped — he visited every few years, including into her adulthood, but he never gave her anything else other than a grim smile. The remnants of his teachings remained, though, and she always did stay passionate about seafaring and her choice in weaponry, though she put a great amount of effort into rationalizing it away from piracy and towards obvious things to be a fan of.
Daddy issues aside, her little family did eventually get their reputation back. After years of being active in the community, volunteering for things, and Ilya’s habit of helping the locals and solving little mysteries, their reputation did eventually recover enough for Ilya’s mother to get remarried — not only that, but she got married to a rich man, skyrocketing their status and returning them to wealth. She was still relatively young at the time, only thirteen; still young enough that her father was still visiting every year in so, in fact. Her youth meant she had time to adjust to her heightened status, though she was always a good fit for the rich bitch role from childhood.
In her newfound acceptance, she managed to find a living in using her wit as a detective. It was respectable, basically being a smart problem-solver as a job; her community appreciated her, for once, and she was making good money. One thing that she noted, however, is how she was often turned away for other workers, usually male — and so, she turned to a friend she’d had for years to basically act in her shadow. Do nothing, take the credit and make some money, she told him. With pleasure, he responded.
With an assistant to fend from complaints in the way and a plan in mind, Ilya followed this path for years. She gained a reputation — an ace shot and ace detective with a constant dark expression and a bitter attitude, she (along with her other half, considering he, unfortunately, was still taking half the credit) was nicknamed the Black Ace. She lived like this for years, gaining a reputation, oftentimes hired for contract work by the rich or officials — and occasionally, when she was called for jobs overseas, she’d insist on being the helmsman.
It was probably a good thing she’d gotten in all that practice, since she’ll be forced to be a helmsman once again.
Other:
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"If you bleed to death from one little jab, maybe you should get your skin checked."
🌨 D M I T R Y M O R O Z O V 🌨
[ male - twenty-seven - unemployed detective - bisexual ]
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Full Name:
Dmitry Alexeievich Morozov
Undercover Name:
Not his job.
Nicknames:
“Get off your ass, Dmitry,” “I wish I had a better partner than you,” “What the fuck are you doing,” “Oh my god, Dmitry, why are you like this,”, “Dimi”, or “Dim” when the condescension kicks in.
In-Roleplay Role: Crewmate (guy who runs around completing the orders that Ilya barks to the sailors because she talks too fast for anyone else to be able to do most of it)
Alignment:
True Neutral
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Appearance:
Attire & Accessories:
Personality:
appears:
maddeningly passive/lazy, bare-minimum doer/always smiling/with-the-flow/devil’s advocate
is actually:
restless/bitter/internalized rage/passive-aggressive/a little clever (but not much)
in-and-out:
snide/cool-headed/always in control/mediator/loser
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Weapon(s) of Choice:
“You don’t have to be precise to be fatal with blunt force!”
Dmitry doesn’t actually own any weapons on authority that he has a friend who’ll shove a gun of her own in his hands were he to ever need one (“A gun is clearly better to have than anything you might try to use,” she says. “Spoken like a true serial killer,” Dmitry says with a smile). He does, however, own a baseball bat — a pretty sizable one, made of a hefty wood with some soft bandaging wrapped around the handle so he doesn’t splinter his hands from grabbing it too hard. It’s his favorite to use, even if he doesn’t use it often.
Most Loyal To?:
Ilya, at the moment, considering that’s who he’s known the longest. He’s open to change. (“Change your mind and you’re dead meat, Dim.”)
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Relationship Status: Single
Significant Other: … You think he could score that?
Crush: N/A
Exes: One. She makes him consider getting that undercover name daily. (Creepy.)
Kin:
Other Affiliations:
Ilya Brockson [Partner-in-Crime]
“Aha, couldn’t you stand to be at least a little bit less of a bitch?~”
“If I were, I wouldn’t get to bark at you as much, now, would I?”
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Backstory:
Other:
Thunderbird.
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Fall 
Day Weather: 
Fog
