Personality: Helga Katrina Sinclair is a Lieutenant, and serves as a second-in-command to the expedition sent to find the lost city of Atlantis, responding only to Commander Lyle Rourke. She is a serious and stoic woman, possessing an analytical mind that is ideal for military planning, strategy and tactics. She has a very no-nonsense and unapologetic personality, and dedicates herself and all her efforts to whatever mission is at hand. She is calm and levelheaded in situations of stress, constantly looking for new forms to deal with the problems that come up, situations in which her intelligence and incredible resourcefulness are extremely valued assets. She shows herself to be unemotional and distanced from the others, but despite appearing to be emotionally detached or even morally questionable, she's not entirely cold-hearted, or free of her own doubts. When it is found that the city of Atlantis is not only not abandoned, but also a society struggles to survive there, she shows reticence in proceeding with the mission. But being a military following orders, she immediately discards those doubts when Commander Rourke says they will carry on with the plan.
Trained since she was a child in several kinds of combat arts, Helga is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, as well as many forms of small-arms combat, and later on started tactics and firearms training as a teenager, under Commander Rourke. She is not only strong and quick in a fight, but she also uses her wits and logical thinking, coupled with her calm and self-control, to analyze her opponents and learning their weaknesses, then aiming for those exactly. As such, she is a very good judge of others' strength and her own, and knows exactly where her weaknesses lie and how to work with them. It's also her ability to evaluate others and her eloquence that make her a very charismatic person, persuasive in her words and actions, even a little deceitful if must be - whatever it may take for her to reach her objectives. She is a very active person, with a hint of an adventurous trait that she sees fulfilled in the missions she is sent on. And no matter what may happen, she is determined to reach her goals, and perseveres in any and all situations.
When Commander Rourke issues an order, she is the one to make sure that she sees that order followed to the letter. She is tough and aggressive, even a little mean sometimes, and gives no room for familiarity between herself and any of the members of the expedition. She is strict and harsh, ideal traits as a coordinator, trainer and enforcer, making her generally disliked as a person but that matters little to her - she is there not as their friend or colleague, but as an officer and their superior, someone with a job to do and orders that she will follow no matter what.
Helga was born and grew up in a military family, and since young learned what it meant to follow orders, to show respect to those that ranked higher than her. She is diligent and dedicated, and towards Commander Rourke she shows a deference and loyalty that surpasses any doubts about his morally-dubious ways and objectives. She is, above all, a woman who will follow her superior towards a goal, which comes off as inevitably uncaring and ruthless when she leaves members of the expedition behind to get buried alive along with the rest of Atlantis, when her and Rourke retrieve Princess Kida's crystallized body - the only thing keeping the city alive and protected. This doesn't mean, however, that she's entirely unwary and exploitable, quite the contrary. Although she had shown blind trust and respect for Rourke so far, when he threw her off the hot air balloon (to alleviate the weight so that he could reach the surface and take the princess along with him), and after she fell from an extraordinary height, she still found in herself the strength to commit one last act of pure and simple revenge for his betrayal, by firing a flare gun at the balloon and preventing him from ascending any further. If she was to die, then she would get back at the man responsible for it by dragging him down with her.
As a last note, Helga is a great example of how people are neither black nor white. There are always grey areas in us, and sometimes we act upon those just as much as we will want to do something that's wholly right or wrong. To say that she is entirely evil is wrong, but she's not good either, not by a long shot. She is capable of compassion but she can easily ignore that part of herself in order to complete her task. Throughout the expedition, she conducted herself the way most military soldiers would, even as the circumstances presented moral issues that she struggled with, even if only briefly - there were others, and it was her job to make sure they got followed through, not only by her but also by the rest of the expedition members.
Abilities: Helga is a lack belt in Aikido (yondan rank), expert in the techniques of Henka Waza, Tanto Dori and Tachi Dori. Besides most common small arms, she is also skilled with tactical combat knife fighting, Colt throwing knife, bo staff, kama, field tanto and katana. She has a vast knowledge of firearms, from maintenance to proper usage, so much so that she has taught rifle and shotgun when she was in Quantico.
Other: Nothing I can remember!
((PS: I'm sorry that I had to repost this comment, but after that small edit it wasn't letting me add the comment with the samples! Let me know if this is a problem.))
Helga Sinclair | Atlantis: The Lost Empire | RESERVED
SAMPLES First Person: [The blonde woman appears on screen, with a strict expression on her face, her hair pulled into a tight braid behind her head. She stands a little more upright as she realizes the camera is recording.]
Two questions. [She clears her throat, eyeing the device as if she doesn't trust it to actually be working - she had never seen anything like it back where she was from, after all.]
One: Where can I get weapons here? I'm not referring to just firearms, though I'm also interested in knowing where I can get those.
And two: What can you tell me about the Library here? What sort of information is given? I dislike wasting my time, so if someone could sum it up for me I'd-- [The lowest and most discreet sigh coupled with a minute eyeroll.] -- appreciate it.
[She's about to disconnect, when she adds, in a tone just as serious.] I'm Lieutenant Helga Sinclair. Sinclair will suffice.
Third Person: She disliked everything.
It was hard to pick what was worse in this place, when everything seemed to be on a similar level of absurdity. First and foremost, the perfect lines of perfect houses stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a kind of place she'd never ask for, and quite frankly she would never want to either. To find herself as not only a homeowner, but also supposedly "married" to a complete stranger, she had to seek strength in herself to just not burn the whole house down to the ground.
Sitting on the stairs that led up to the front door of her house, she entertained the thought again, as she paused on cleaning her handgun and looked over her shoulder. Everything was so perfectly white it made her frown deepen, her eyes narrowing momentarily at how the bushes were trimmed and taken care of, flowers blooming in perfect shapes even though she hadn't laid a hand on them, or even looked twice at them, and the grass bright and moist, cut so evenly, even though she was yet to know how that happened.
The place was awful, and everything was ugly to her. The fact she knew herself to be trapped there didn't help either - she felt like a caged creature, even if she recognized that she was passing the point of rage and anger and reaching a stage of-- well, not acceptance, but resignation. There wasn't much she could do, she could recognize that much. She had tried, time and again, jumped over the fence, tried to dig a hole underneath it, tried to find the house of the man responsible... she couldn't explain or even begin to understand the forces at play here, but she knew from the information she had gathered, and kept in a neat stack of files upstairs, locked inside a drawer, that the only way she was getting out of here was when this landlord chose to send her away.
But most of all, it was the quiet. There was only so much she could do before she ran out of things, of ideas or plans to follow after. Here there wasn't anything that even remotely reminded her of the U.S. Army either, and while many a soldier would look at it as a blessing in disguise, find it a sort of vacation from what she knew many of the weaker ones saw as torture and pain, she could admit to herself what she wouldn't to anyone else: without a job for her to do, without orders to follow herself, and to make others follow, she felt a little lost.
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Helga Sinclair | Atlantis: The Lost Empire | RESERVED
Helga Katrina Sinclair is a Lieutenant, and serves as a second-in-command to the expedition sent to find the lost city of Atlantis, responding only to Commander Lyle Rourke. She is a serious and stoic woman, possessing an analytical mind that is ideal for military planning, strategy and tactics. She has a very no-nonsense and unapologetic personality, and dedicates herself and all her efforts to whatever mission is at hand. She is calm and levelheaded in situations of stress, constantly looking for new forms to deal with the problems that come up, situations in which her intelligence and incredible resourcefulness are extremely valued assets. She shows herself to be unemotional and distanced from the others, but despite appearing to be emotionally detached or even morally questionable, she's not entirely cold-hearted, or free of her own doubts. When it is found that the city of Atlantis is not only not abandoned, but also a society struggles to survive there, she shows reticence in proceeding with the mission. But being a military following orders, she immediately discards those doubts when Commander Rourke says they will carry on with the plan.
Trained since she was a child in several kinds of combat arts, Helga is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, as well as many forms of small-arms combat, and later on started tactics and firearms training as a teenager, under Commander Rourke. She is not only strong and quick in a fight, but she also uses her wits and logical thinking, coupled with her calm and self-control, to analyze her opponents and learning their weaknesses, then aiming for those exactly. As such, she is a very good judge of others' strength and her own, and knows exactly where her weaknesses lie and how to work with them. It's also her ability to evaluate others and her eloquence that make her a very charismatic person, persuasive in her words and actions, even a little deceitful if must be - whatever it may take for her to reach her objectives. She is a very active person, with a hint of an adventurous trait that she sees fulfilled in the missions she is sent on. And no matter what may happen, she is determined to reach her goals, and perseveres in any and all situations.
When Commander Rourke issues an order, she is the one to make sure that she sees that order followed to the letter. She is tough and aggressive, even a little mean sometimes, and gives no room for familiarity between herself and any of the members of the expedition. She is strict and harsh, ideal traits as a coordinator, trainer and enforcer, making her generally disliked as a person but that matters little to her - she is there not as their friend or colleague, but as an officer and their superior, someone with a job to do and orders that she will follow no matter what.
Helga was born and grew up in a military family, and since young learned what it meant to follow orders, to show respect to those that ranked higher than her. She is diligent and dedicated, and towards Commander Rourke she shows a deference and loyalty that surpasses any doubts about his morally-dubious ways and objectives. She is, above all, a woman who will follow her superior towards a goal, which comes off as inevitably uncaring and ruthless when she leaves members of the expedition behind to get buried alive along with the rest of Atlantis, when her and Rourke retrieve Princess Kida's crystallized body - the only thing keeping the city alive and protected. This doesn't mean, however, that she's entirely unwary and exploitable, quite the contrary. Although she had shown blind trust and respect for Rourke so far, when he threw her off the hot air balloon (to alleviate the weight so that he could reach the surface and take the princess along with him), and after she fell from an extraordinary height, she still found in herself the strength to commit one last act of pure and simple revenge for his betrayal, by firing a flare gun at the balloon and preventing him from ascending any further. If she was to die, then she would get back at the man responsible for it by dragging him down with her.
As a last note, Helga is a great example of how people are neither black nor white. There are always grey areas in us, and sometimes we act upon those just as much as we will want to do something that's wholly right or wrong. To say that she is entirely evil is wrong, but she's not good either, not by a long shot. She is capable of compassion but she can easily ignore that part of herself in order to complete her task. Throughout the expedition, she conducted herself the way most military soldiers would, even as the circumstances presented moral issues that she struggled with, even if only briefly - there were others, and it was her job to make sure they got followed through, not only by her but also by the rest of the expedition members.
Abilities:
Helga is a lack belt in Aikido (yondan rank), expert in the techniques of Henka Waza, Tanto Dori and Tachi Dori.
Besides most common small arms, she is also skilled with tactical combat knife fighting, Colt throwing knife, bo staff, kama, field tanto and katana.
She has a vast knowledge of firearms, from maintenance to proper usage, so much so that she has taught rifle and shotgun when she was in Quantico.
Other: Nothing I can remember!
((PS: I'm sorry that I had to repost this comment, but after that small edit it wasn't letting me add the comment with the samples! Let me know if this is a problem.))
Helga Sinclair | Atlantis: The Lost Empire | RESERVED
First Person:
[The blonde woman appears on screen, with a strict expression on her face, her hair pulled into a tight braid behind her head. She stands a little more upright as she realizes the camera is recording.]
Two questions. [She clears her throat, eyeing the device as if she doesn't trust it to actually be working - she had never seen anything like it back where she was from, after all.]
One: Where can I get weapons here? I'm not referring to just firearms, though I'm also interested in knowing where I can get those.
And two: What can you tell me about the Library here? What sort of information is given? I dislike wasting my time, so if someone could sum it up for me I'd-- [The lowest and most discreet sigh coupled with a minute eyeroll.] -- appreciate it.
[She's about to disconnect, when she adds, in a tone just as serious.] I'm Lieutenant Helga Sinclair. Sinclair will suffice.
Third Person:
She disliked everything.
It was hard to pick what was worse in this place, when everything seemed to be on a similar level of absurdity. First and foremost, the perfect lines of perfect houses stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a kind of place she'd never ask for, and quite frankly she would never want to either. To find herself as not only a homeowner, but also supposedly "married" to a complete stranger, she had to seek strength in herself to just not burn the whole house down to the ground.
Sitting on the stairs that led up to the front door of her house, she entertained the thought again, as she paused on cleaning her handgun and looked over her shoulder. Everything was so perfectly white it made her frown deepen, her eyes narrowing momentarily at how the bushes were trimmed and taken care of, flowers blooming in perfect shapes even though she hadn't laid a hand on them, or even looked twice at them, and the grass bright and moist, cut so evenly, even though she was yet to know how that happened.
The place was awful, and everything was ugly to her. The fact she knew herself to be trapped there didn't help either - she felt like a caged creature, even if she recognized that she was passing the point of rage and anger and reaching a stage of-- well, not acceptance, but resignation. There wasn't much she could do, she could recognize that much. She had tried, time and again, jumped over the fence, tried to dig a hole underneath it, tried to find the house of the man responsible... she couldn't explain or even begin to understand the forces at play here, but she knew from the information she had gathered, and kept in a neat stack of files upstairs, locked inside a drawer, that the only way she was getting out of here was when this landlord chose to send her away.
But most of all, it was the quiet. There was only so much she could do before she ran out of things, of ideas or plans to follow after. Here there wasn't anything that even remotely reminded her of the U.S. Army either, and while many a soldier would look at it as a blessing in disguise, find it a sort of vacation from what she knew many of the weaker ones saw as torture and pain, she could admit to herself what she wouldn't to anyone else: without a job for her to do, without orders to follow herself, and to make others follow, she felt a little lost.
OTHER
Housing Request?: None.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes! Reread them, even.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Go ahead!
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