from the latin verb illume: "to shed light". Also: "a ray of light" or female, plural: "those who shed light,"
the shining ones.Pictures and graphics <CREDITS> So, I own nothing for pictures. Do not plagiarize, copy or duplicate without my permission, thank you. Please, do understand hard work. anyway, everything's here for RP purpose.
KADY IS A WOMAN OF SVELTE BUILD, STANDING 157 CENTIMETRES TALL, WITH AVERAGE-LENGTH BROWN HAIR WITH PINKISH OMBRE AND LUSTROUS. UPON HER FACE OF FAIR SKIN, SHE WAS GRACED WITH SPHERES AN AMIABLE SHADE OF AQUAMARINE, WHICH FROM THEM FORM A SINCERITY; INTENSITY; AND MENACE. SHE HAS A FAINT OF DARK SHADE BENEATH HER EYES DUE TO SLEEP DEPRIVATION. SHE HAVE PETITE LIPS PAINTED IN HUE OF PINKISH PEACH. SHE IS DESCRIBED TO BE A GORGEOUS WOMAN ACCORDING THE FILES.
SHE IS NOT THE TYPE OF FASHIONABLE WOMAN EITHER, FOR HER WHOLE ATTIRE USUALLY WEARS ANYTHING SIMPLE, POLITE, AND PLEASING FOR THE EYES TO BE SEEN.
“I want you to remember that I have a history of disobeying your direct orders and turning out to be right.”
She is confident in her mastery of her chosen subjects. She is serious and prefer to design and carry out effective plans rather than waste her time with foolish distractions like gossip.
She dislikes rules, restrictions, and traditions. For her, everything should be subject to questions and reviews. When she can, Kady often act alone, and her approaches are usually innovative and unique. She may not wait for others to catch up to her. Because of this, she is sometimes not as sensitive as she could be to the thoughts, desires, and plans of others. This rebellious streak was shown when she was purposefully failing certain tests conducted by the crew of the Hypatia to avoid being forced into service.
But she is not impulsive. Kady will strive to remain rational no matter how attractive an easy but ill-considered route might be. Every idea must pass the strict and ever-present “Does this make sense?” and “Is this going to work?” filters. She applies the filters to all things and all people, and this is sometimes where Kady can run into trouble.
She is unlikely to bother with topics that involve social skills. White lies and small talk, even when useful, are hard for Kady that needs truth and depth. Kady may even see many social practices as downright stupid.
Ironically, it is often best for Kady to remain where she is comfortable – out of the spotlight. She has natural confidence there. If she stays within her element and do what her does best, she is likely to draw people to her, both professionally and even romantically. She is fine on her own, and reaching out is often optional.
She is very ambitious and knows what she wants to do with her life. Kady is also incredibly stubborn and can keep a grudge for a long time before finally forgiving someone. She excels under pressure and always seems to put herself in danger for the good of others, despite being described as "not a team player." She would also much rather work alone and get the job done, though she is willing to work with close friends.
Then she is later to have some more character development which was shown in some files, especially OBSIDIO. She has quite appeared softened than when she was before. She appears more caring, so don't be offended when she said something rude to you, she is just afraid of attached to someone and ended up losing them. Her sour and bitter armors she wear just to make her close ones not to worry about herself.
Even though she became more open and friendlier, but Kady still finds it difficult to share her feelings toward everyone, even the Illuminae Group. Thus making her vents her problem towards her personal journal that is locked with high security that she made her own from scratch. Although, it is also shown she tends to be more honest when talk privately with Ezra.
At first, she can be aloof, but when you can get to know her more... she does have a soft spot later on.
In Post Obsidio, Kady has became more matured, approachable and accidentally showing how motherly protective she can be towards the idiots Illuminae Group.
She has the lowest alcohol tolerance among all of the Illuminae Group.
She can bake. Reminding of how close she was with her mother, Helena Grant, it is possible she was taught how to bake by her mother.
She may appear aloof to humans, but has an instant soft spot for animals. As for kids, she tends to be quite awkward with them, possibly because she is just not that good with them.
She suffers from traumatic stress that's resulting her to hear voices and noises within her own head. A hallucination also possibly occurred when she is in an under extreme stress. Due to this, she has constant fatigue, adrenaline, insomnia, etc. She is also stated she has vomitted quite a lot.
Insomnia has been a constant companion to her. Truthfully, she doesn't detest sleep, she has always craved for one. However, she has stated to often gets a nightmare whenever she has succesfully fallen into her deep slumber. It's always the same nightmare. The dream that shows when the war is still happening, the dream that shows her decisions that had made things befall to its misfortunes.
She can drink coffee for more than 3 cups a day, just to keep herself awake and energized. Her favorite ones are cappucinno and caramel macchiato. She doesn't mind of black coffee though.
One of Hanna's private dolls for make-up.
Unintentionally becomes a mother role for the group. She may still has her rebellious essence within her, but when it comes to those who close to her, she will not be quiet or stay still.
Grant, Kady—
Psych Profile/Conscript Suitability Assessment
Incept: 02/17/75
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Suggests Ms. Grant is considerably more capable than her test results indicate. When contrasted with the early training exercises she undertook in the Hypatia’s makeshift educational facility, her current outcomes are less than impressive. Simply put, she doesn’t want to score the sorts of results that would get her into the neurogramming training program.
TEAMWORK: Ms. Grant does not work well with others. The accounts of her peers indicate she was previously a relatively social girl at school, although she did not have a large number of close friends. It is clear that she now prefers her own company. She is, frankly, demoralizing to others in a group situation.
ATTITUDE: Ms. Grant displays strong anti-establishment sentiments and has an awkward habit of questioning authority figures at all the wrong moments. This, combined with the intelligence she tries so hard to conceal, makes her something of a liability. It doesn't appear ego is at play, as she is content to be viewed as average. Rather, it appears her queries and (often successful) attempts at destabilization are driven by her personal belief.
CONCLUSION:
COMMENTS: We'd expend more time combating her games and forcing her to get some work done than could be compensated for by her output. It appears she's willing to leave us alone if we leave her alone, and there are better candidates for recuitment.
Hour 14
Subject 72 is displaying behavior patterns typical of early Phobos Alpha victims:
Symptoms typically manifest 12 to 24 hours after initial infection with Alpha strain. Symptoms of mutated strain (which we have named Phobos Beta) appear to be more rapid in onset—the latest batch of lab rats Dr. Shteyngart infected displayed psychotic tendencies within 8 hours.
I theorize Phobos Alpha was designed to be spread by initially encouraging minor fear responses and only debilitates its carrier with time. Initially (and insidiously), victims will seek out contact with others—particularly loved ones—in an attempt to deal with the dread (like a frightened infant might seek its mother). The victim often seeks physical comfort (hand holding, embraces), ultimately increasing the chances of spreading infection.
It’s genius, really. Awful, horrifying genius.
Hour 22
Subject 72 has entered a state of full catatonia. Symptoms include:
Lack of proper equipment and trained personnel make this theory difficult to confirm, but I suspect infection initially targets the sensory cortex and not the thalamus, as Dr. Shteyngart suggested. However, we both agree the effect on the amygdala (which decodes emotions and determines possible threats) is profound—afflicted people will often convince themselves they are not afflicted, or actively avoid treatment, for fear of punishment/persecution/the isolation of quarantine.
I had intended to begin comparing the cellular resistances of Alpha and Beta; however, one of the assistants (Jane, lovely girl) dropped an entire batch of Beta-infected bloodwork on the floor. Glass everywhere.
Not her fault, really—there’s too many of us crowded in here. I was considering sending them all off to get some sleep, but if we don’t crack this, nobody will.
Besides, it’s good to be around people. The thought of being alone right now is terribly disconcerting.
Hour 27
Subject 72 still in state of paralysis. BPM and breathing below half of human norms.
I have reviewed Dr. Shteyngart's work on the damage the virus inflicts on synaptic vessels and found several errors. I swear that woman wouldn't know a hippocampus from a hippopotamus. One would think since she's co-authoring this report she'd spend more time helping with it, instead of enjoying our good captain's company. Someone more prone to paranoia might suspect she's simply looking to steal my work and publish it herself.
Presuming we ever make it to a bloody jump gate.
Presuming they want us to make it to a jump gate.
Hour 28
Subject 72 showing minor muscle movement. Heart rate increased 12 percent in the last 30 minutes. Body’s immune system is fighting the pathogen—as previously surmised, Alpha strain was never intended to permanently disable victims. Still, Subject 72 is displaying remarkable resilience for something so inherently weak.
Twenty-three of us packed in this tiny lab. Forty-six eyes. Sweating away in these flimsy hazmat suits. So thin. So feeble. So little between it and us and us and it.
My foot hurts. My skin itches. Jane asked if I was well. Nosy little slip. None of her business. Couldn’t tell her, though, no. Smile and nod, smile and nodnodnodnod.
One of the assistants (can’t remember his name—Roberts? Robins?) talks to himself beneath his breath as he works. Thinks no one can hear him but I can.
I hear.
I see.
Oh god.
Hour 29
One of the assistants (can’t remember his name—Roberts? Robins?) talks to himself beneath his breath as he works. Thinks no one can hear him but I can.
Wonder if I peeled that suit open if I'd smell the captain's stink.
She's off dining in Ryker's quarters and whispering her lies about me and meanwhile I'm stuck down here with these ignorant monkeys muttering to themselves and ■■■■ each other with their eyes and all the while things are getting worse and no one is doing anything to stop it but me.
Jane is looking at me again. With those pretty green things floating in her head.
Stop looking at me.
Hour 30
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I’ve tried writing this email ten times already and I can’t get it right, so I’m just going to send this through, whatever it ends up saying.
I’m sorry I didn’t write you back. I should have. I mean, when you say “I’m never going to speak to you again,” you don’t think your planet’s going to be invaded that afternoon. It was more, you know, an opening position on negotiations. I was angry.
But you said in your email maybe the universe was telling us it wasn’t going to work out. You’re the most romantic idiot I know, so I guess if you think so, it must be true. That stung, but still, I’m sorry I didn’t write back. Because yeah, I should have let you know I was okay.
I’m still on the Hypatia, I’m in intel training. Since I heard about the Copernicus, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you—this is not me retracting my promise to kick you into the soprano range if you ever come near me again, but I had to check you’re okay. So, let me know if you’re okay, then we can go back to being … whatever we are now.
Kady
But thanks for messaging back. Everybody here is talking about the Cyclone pilots. They put out a PIR about how you all rescued the shuttles from the Copernicus. What’s it like to be a hero? I guess your meeting is getting measured for medals, right? Anyway, what was facing down the Lincoln like? And the rescue? It seems kind of weird that the Lincoln could just come out of nowhere like that. How did it all happen? Also, my friend here is wondering about the survivor lists becauseASDLKDGFKNDFGJBE MORE SUBTLE KADY LIKE A BRICK WHY DON’T YOU?
They do have me in the neurogramming program, but I don’t like the sound of those odds. Time for a career change, if only I had a choice.
I’d be okay, coming over to the Alexander, to be honest. I bet you guys have more information than us. You’re the military, you have a whole intelligence wing, right? Then again, if what they’re saying is true, the Lincoln snuck right up on us. Is that what really happened?
Anyway, the Alexander would be okay. My quarters here aren’t with anyone I knew back on Kerenza, and even if everybody went through the same thing with the evac, it’s still … I don’t want to say lonely, because that sounds so ungrateful. We’re the ones that got out.
I know things didn’t end well, but I think if the attack hadn’t come maybe we’d have found some way to at least still be friends. And you know, maybe … A year together can’t mean nothing. I thought
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