[Psychometric profiling questionnaire to assess pilot stability. Analysis made by CONCORD prior to accepting a new pilot from taking his license.]
Describe the perfect room.
Open, spacious, no clutter. tiered shelves in a corner with a myriad of candles in blue, black, silver colours all alit casting ripples and shimmering light all around the room. On one wall would be a photo of a thunderstorm at twilight. A massive window overlooking the vast open space i so love to fly in. a simple low bed, or mat that can be taken up after slumber so the room remains uncluttered. a desk, simple cut edged glass and metal. a bookcase with precious mementos and richly bound books of a childhood long ago. tatami mats and two shoji screens dividing portions of this perfect room i would call my own....
But really, any room can be perfect .. just depends upon the company one is with, and the purpose of that room.
What is more important: status, personal gain or self-satisfaction?
At the end of the long day, if i cannot look into a mirror and find satisfaction in what i have done that day, there is nothing else that matters. Status is good, a purpose and place, but again it is devoid of meaning without self satisfaction . Personal gain. ahhh monitory? belongings? or a deeper meaning? And still what is important most to me is the simplicity of it all and i have to find satisfaction in what i have done. bottom line. Then everything else lines up as it should.
What is the perfect time of day? Weather?
There is to me no true perfect time of day, for each moment is defined by the peace prevailing, the persons sharing those moments, or the situation itself. However i have always been partial to those moments as the sun is setting, and dusk gathering... and the hours lasting through the night. The peace prevails, the chatter and hum of day fades and one finally can think and move freely or so it seems. A perfect time of day is the nighttime hours.
The perfect weather is a still quiet misty rain on a warm summer day. The perfect weather is a spring shower pouring from the skies washing away the dirt and bringing beauty to my world. The perfect weather is a violent upheaval of all i know with lightening tearing through the skies so intense one can feel the energies of it in your soul. Perfection is a snowstorm swirling and eddying white flakes deeeper than one thinks it can, watching it envelope and overcome every item in its path til edges are blurred and a world looks pure and pristine again. Perfect weather.. a warm golden sunlt day where a breeze plays upon my skin enough to blow my hair around. Perfect was the reddish skies of my home and the stifling hot days as I would escape the doc and race out to the pond.
In essence every day is perfect. I just have to look a bit deeper and there is always an air of perfection to be found.
What era of history most intrigues you? What would you have been doing if you had lived in that period?
My most vivid memories are my grandparents coming home after their explorations and archeo finds were shared. I found myself dreaming often of the Eve gate and what it might have been like to live in those distant days when The New Eden was first colonized. To be able to move freely from this world to the one once known of as Earth... traveling through wormholes! How unbelievably exciting would it be? I envisioned myself as being an explorer and archeo-engineer searching for artifacts or perhaps just searching out for new places to colonize..
What kind of animal would you be?
A melanistic Panther (black panthera) , sleek strong, sinuous, liquid moments, the deeper lines of a coat overshadowed by the dark melanistic coloring. Perhaps Panthera. Perhaps leopard. Perhaps Jaguar. perhaps snow leopard. The exact species i am not sure, but i would be strong cunning, independent, exotic, beautiful, and a creature of the night.
Describe the perfect mate.
Someone that understands me. He does not exist of that i am certain, so my mythologic perfect mate is: strong, cunning, rugged, kind, loving, giving, patient, intelligent, fun loving, and handsome( as i see that quality.. not necesarrily what the universe deems it to be.) He is an exceptionally gifted pilot that can out perform me yet teaches me patiently. He is funny, loves laughter pranks and jokes. One that does not easily anger. Creative, compassionate, amourous, sensual and tolerant of my flights of fancy... one that will hold me in their arms when I'm scared or let me fly out into dangers to expand my stengths...one that shares in all moments of a day or night..One that indulges my loves of experimenting with my cooking and baking hobby and a mate i can smile with at the end of along mission.
What is more important: honor or success at all costs?
Honour. There is none other answer here.... Success at all cost will fail me if at the end of that success i am alone and miserable. In all things Honour must always be foremost. Honour with success is a plus. But to return from battle having acted honourably no matter the outcome is is the only way to hold a head high and find peace inside.
Describe your most vivid memory, dream or daydream from childhood.
My childhood was one of much upheaval and turmoil with problems on my mothers side, and Khanid II policies as they were, I still recall vividly the day my father came to me to take me on a walk and share truths of my early life. I recall it because he took me on a walk past the small stream I loved to play near and sat me on a cold rock to finally talk with me... He did not want me to fall to the same fate as my sisters and mother, therefore we had moved to Gehi! He moved the homestead into low sec regions to expand his business dealings, and began hiding me so to speak amongst my brothers, working side by side with them on the docks wearing those horrid baggy clothes so I was mistaken for a boy... and in the industrial areas of his new business. ... I had to do studies in the night hours and work alongside them in the day. A very cloistered existence it was...but it taught me much in those days...and honed me for what i was later to become.
Describe the perfect room.
Open, spacious, no clutter. tiered shelves in a corner with a myriad of candles in blue, black, silver colours all alit casting ripples and shimmering light all around the room. On one wall would be a photo of a thunderstorm at twilight. A massive window overlooking the vast open space i so love to fly in. a simple low bed, or mat that can be taken up after slumber so the room remains uncluttered. a desk, simple cut edged glass and metal. a bookcase with precious mementos and richly bound books of a childhood long ago. tatami mats and two shoji screens dividing portions of this perfect room i would call my own....
But really, any room can be perfect .. just depends upon the company one is with, and the purpose of that room.
What is more important: status, personal gain or self-satisfaction?
At the end of the long day, if i cannot look into a mirror and find satisfaction in what i have done that day, there is nothing else that matters. Status is good, a purpose and place, but again it is devoid of meaning without self satisfaction . Personal gain. ahhh monitory? belongings? or a deeper meaning? And still what is important most to me is the simplicity of it all and i have to find satisfaction in what i have done. bottom line. Then everything else lines up as it should.
What is the perfect time of day? Weather?
There is to me no true perfect time of day, for each moment is defined by the peace prevailing, the persons sharing those moments, or the situation itself. However i have always been partial to those moments as the sun is setting, and dusk gathering... and the hours lasting through the night. The peace prevails, the chatter and hum of day fades and one finally can think and move freely or so it seems. A perfect time of day is the nighttime hours.
The perfect weather is a still quiet misty rain on a warm summer day. The perfect weather is a spring shower pouring from the skies washing away the dirt and bringing beauty to my world. The perfect weather is a violent upheaval of all i know with lightening tearing through the skies so intense one can feel the energies of it in your soul. Perfection is a snowstorm swirling and eddying white flakes deeeper than one thinks it can, watching it envelope and overcome every item in its path til edges are blurred and a world looks pure and pristine again. Perfect weather.. a warm golden sunlt day where a breeze plays upon my skin enough to blow my hair around. Perfect was the reddish skies of my home and the stifling hot days as I would escape the doc and race out to the pond.
In essence every day is perfect. I just have to look a bit deeper and there is always an air of perfection to be found.
What era of history most intrigues you? What would you have been doing if you had lived in that period?
My most vivid memories are my grandparents coming home after their explorations and archeo finds were shared. I found myself dreaming often of the Eve gate and what it might have been like to live in those distant days when The New Eden was first colonized. To be able to move freely from this world to the one once known of as Earth... traveling through wormholes! How unbelievably exciting would it be? I envisioned myself as being an explorer and archeo-engineer searching for artifacts or perhaps just searching out for new places to colonize..
What kind of animal would you be?
A melanistic Panther (black panthera) , sleek strong, sinuous, liquid moments, the deeper lines of a coat overshadowed by the dark melanistic coloring. Perhaps Panthera. Perhaps leopard. Perhaps Jaguar. perhaps snow leopard. The exact species i am not sure, but i would be strong cunning, independent, exotic, beautiful, and a creature of the night.
Describe the perfect mate.
Someone that understands me. He does not exist of that i am certain, so my mythologic perfect mate is: strong, cunning, rugged, kind, loving, giving, patient, intelligent, fun loving, and handsome( as i see that quality.. not necesarrily what the universe deems it to be.) He is an exceptionally gifted pilot that can out perform me yet teaches me patiently. He is funny, loves laughter pranks and jokes. One that does not easily anger. Creative, compassionate, amourous, sensual and tolerant of my flights of fancy... one that will hold me in their arms when I'm scared or let me fly out into dangers to expand my stengths...one that shares in all moments of a day or night..One that indulges my loves of experimenting with my cooking and baking hobby and a mate i can smile with at the end of along mission.
What is more important: honor or success at all costs?
Honour. There is none other answer here.... Success at all cost will fail me if at the end of that success i am alone and miserable. In all things Honour must always be foremost. Honour with success is a plus. But to return from battle having acted honourably no matter the outcome is is the only way to hold a head high and find peace inside.
Describe your most vivid memory, dream or daydream from childhood.
My childhood was one of much upheaval and turmoil with problems on my mothers side, and Khanid II policies as they were, I still recall vividly the day my father came to me to take me on a walk and share truths of my early life. I recall it because he took me on a walk past the small stream I loved to play near and sat me on a cold rock to finally talk with me... He did not want me to fall to the same fate as my sisters and mother, therefore we had moved to Gehi! He moved the homestead into low sec regions to expand his business dealings, and began hiding me so to speak amongst my brothers, working side by side with them on the docks wearing those horrid baggy clothes so I was mistaken for a boy... and in the industrial areas of his new business. ... I had to do studies in the night hours and work alongside them in the day. A very cloistered existence it was...but it taught me much in those days...and honed me for what i was later to become.
What is the perfect musical form?
Music to me can come from nearly anything and perfection is in the delight to the soul that it ignites. What i find perfect... is to you perhaps just noise. And what delights me one day, i will turn away from the next. Ambient overtones one day are replaced with loud hard driving beats the next. Synth and Guitar.. whatever my heart craves. Or sometimes the music heard from a rainstorm as you walk along a stone path and hear the ebb and crescendo of each sound it creates as it falls, rivulets form and cascade around. This world is overflowing with a form of music if one is willing to stop and take another look at and there is perfection in it all. But i think the most beautiful music is the sounds in battle of the deep resonant firings of an abaddon followed by the pew pew of fleet all around, the cannon explosions, the quick rapid pulse of my Harbinger, and all around the music of our enemy shattering into a million shards of scrap.
If you were to go on an expedition what three items would you pack first?
Depending on what i am exploring is key, so many specifics will depend on the end goals. however the first three basics would be to pack away my pulse modal laser pistol ( a gift from a friend), my extensive list of maps of our known solar systems, and my cooking supplies. (what you think I am going to suffer eating those horrid rations all day each day??)
What part of your body best represents you as a person?
An inked masterpiece of art i helped create of an ancient cross (ankh) on a chain, randomly tossed upon its canvas backdrop... above my heart. to specify: that part of my body is above my heart....
What is your most recurring dream?
I was possibly only 3 when the dream began... it recurred in a progressive style. The scene: a path leading up and around its many curves. trees and flowers along the path, some trampled some intact, distant homes among trees farther of the path. Everything muted in colors of grey and ruddy red... a sky angry with clouds that appeared to ebb and flow in a ruddy red color. I ran away from something. i ran toward something else. Nothing made sense. And each redreaming of the setting added another clue to the story, another distance reached further up the path, running from chasing toward...yet still nothing made sense...
until. not long ago.
The young hitome of perhaps 5 in this dream... finally ran the distance up this path she had taken so many times before, and at the top found she was overlooking a gorge drop of perhaps a 30 meters down into what she instinctively knew was her village. Thatched roofs and outbuildings were ablaze of fire, men on horses wielding swords and weaponry and everywhere cries and screams .. a scene of mayhem and destruction. In the dream there is no fear any longer. She just ... takes a step forward to head down and try helping those she knew were family and friend without considering her own safety.
and at that moment ... she feels two strong hands grab her shoulders on either side, spin her around...and a young man of perhaps 12 .. piercing eyes, long black hair, wild yet gentle look in those eyes... is staring down at her.
I still remember the words he spoke. Words that haunt me still... echoing in the darkend reaches of night when i try laying down..
*come with me to live. Stay here and you will certainly die. For surely we can fight this when we are stronger.*
And he lets go my shoulders while holding a hand out for me to choose.
I chose ....wisely.
What is the perfect vehicle or shipclass? Color? Options?
Ever since my first encounter with the Pilgrim i have since ... desired that ship most. Perfection is what defines that beauty.. I want all options top of the class and as for colour if i could chose, twould have to be black and some cobalt blue etchings ... cloaking is a must. top t2 fits. and .. a race into the stars we go...
The Raven Navy issue however has often been another of the more perfect ships.
A grand beauty to watch in battle.
But the most coveted of ships has to be Abaddon.. having flown in the shadow of that magnificent ship a few times now... gleaming golden perfection.
Describe the perfect meal.
Any meal prepared together with the one you love. Something simple elegant definable and a feast for the tastebuds. Perhaps: Pan seared salmon with a glaze of ginger soy sauce over top of rice. served with a warm spinach and portobello mushroom salad, and and complemented by a chilled bottle of spiced wines from the khanid region. followed by a simple desert of raspberries and blueberries tossed in yogurt, with fresh mint .......good company, peaceful music. perfection.
What is your favourite colour?
The infinite inky black of space The black and blue streaks of my gamma crystals firing... the black and red of enemy exploding into balls of fire. and the black night skies I once again fly safely amongst.
How far could you be pushed before becoming violent?
Having been forefront of the aggro before I have built defenses and hardeners around that part of my being to prevent easily succumbing to a fireball. I tanked that part of me well. I would sooner burst into gails of tears than violence, yet i know that if pushed far enough my breaking point will be discovered. Pity the man or woman that finds that trigger.
Describe an interesting part of the Scriptures.
I have rarely studied the scriptures... but there are a few that bring me great moments of clarity... this being the one in my heart:
"I will not hesitate when the test of Faith finds me, for only the strongest conviction will open the gates of paradise. My Faith in you is absolute; my sword is Yours, My God, and Your will guides me now and for all eternity."
- The Scriptures, The Prophet Kuria, "Paladin’s Creed"
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Give me time I will be clear. Given time you'll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered.
I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.
There is no faith in which to hide. Even truth is filled with lies.
Doubting angels fall to walk among the living.
I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.
Victory not Vengeance creed.
Our domain, this kingdom come now godless lands whose ways are lost.
Without the strength to carry on. All values lost all virtue none.
Did you think you would be saved by burning flags to cleanse yourselves of shame?
Or are you afraid as you stare back at your face?
are you ashamed, are you afraid, by destroying what the gods had made?
Did you think you would be saved?
Our Empires will be done until the day I see this kingdom has been won.
No more the servants of the weak devoid of thought or light to seek.
I'll leave no walls, no veld unturned.
Every tower to be razed to the dust from which it came.
None will be spared, no remnant saved.
Victory not vengeance creed.
What is the purpose of war?
War in our times is inevitable for all factions have their own perception of what war ultimately accomplishes. For me. My heart in the matter. It is a necessary fact of life to ultimately assure Amarrians maintain the balance, and that victory soon followed by peace, prevail.
Describe the perfect weapon.
My ability to stay clear and focused in battle and make the best decisions that will eventually conquer and defeat my enemy is the perfect weapon. All others are merely tools to lead to that end goal.
In your last 24 hours of life, what would you most want to accomplish?
To right any wrongs i have done with anyone in my life. To take time to hold someone's hand and tell them how i have always felt. To write a memoir and legacy for my children and those i care for, to encourage others around me that though i am leaving there are reasons to continue the fight. To give all i have ever made to those that will need it most after I am gone... and to find a way to beat that destiny by acquiring a series of jump clones... or possibly would just head into the wormholes and find if there are ways to beat death once and for all...
What is your preferred method of attacking the enemy: a full frontal assault or sneaking up from behind? Or maybe other different one?
At this early stage of my training all i know is the full frontal assault methods but in a real battle the ability to slip in unnoticed and then attack by surprise is an adrenaline rush. It seems to be the better method to ensure defeat for an enemy as well. Each battle of course is an excercise in strategy and defense... and i look forward to experiencing all forms so i can better answer this at a later date.
What Gods could you have descended from (by your personality etc)?
I most possibly decending from a product of the Odin/Frigg union, as the goddess frigg and I have much in common with those two amazing norse gods.
What emotions are acceptable to display in public?
Each culture defines and redefines what is and is not acceptable and in each moment of life we have to take a deeper look into where we are and what we are doing as opposed to that emotion. I will only discuss two most discussed forms of emotion... In my heart i have no qualms with affection and anger being displayed, depending upon what ithe end goal is at that time. To discuss argue and get something out and resolved is a delicate art of the display and usually does not happen, but each person/creation is unique and each emotion presses us further into the roles we hold in public. I for one smile when i see a couple in love holding hands... and a argument ending in a handshake and friendship renewed. I guess we all have opinions on nthis and many want to turn away and wave the hand of dismissal so it is not dealt with. emotions were given us by our great God of Amarr so why would we want to hide them away??
What is the worst crime a person can perform?
Deceit and trickery to a trusted friend. Destruction of a friendship over something that is of no consequence a day later. It does not kill. But it cripples for life and that is worse than anything.
Who is your greatest hero and why?
My greatest hero is my grandparents (yes i am related to those famous astroarchaological explorers)) who have been first and foremost to encourage me in words and actions to follow my dreams despite all obstacles in my way. Those back home that said "A girl cannot fly these ships madeer" not only got a kick in the shins (when i was very young) but now have my sympathy as they were oh so wrong.
Is it more satisfying to achieve success or to strive towards it?
Wow... uhmmm you know as i am writing this and nearing the acheivement of another trial I realize that striving toward it brings such satisfaction that I nearly taste the victory at the end. I always thought the actuall success left me feeling let down ... the "Now What " syndrome. Yes indeed striving for it is a heady liquor that is filling.
What traits in others can you really not tolerate?
Lying. Deceiving. Dishonesty.
What quality in others do you respect the most?
Honesty, kindness, respect, honour, humility, truthfullness.
Describe the perfect trap.
The one that ensnared my heart to dedicate a life time in service to the Amarrian Empire piloting a ship and protecting others. I really had no chance at all in fighting it off... one time behind the controls of the and my whole being was scrammed, webbed and enslaved to this life. (and i never shall regret it)
What is the worst sin?
Never living out your dreams. Giving up without a fight.
If the FTL comms buzzed in the middle of the night, who would you hope it would be?
my corp mates or ceo calling me for help in a mission.
What do you fear the most?
Letting my corps mates down in a battle by attacking the wrong things... Not knowing enough in a pvp situation or freezing thereby causing one of my fleet to be unnecessarily attacked.
What is your best trait?
That i care so deeply about that which i believe in and would do all in my power to succeed for the greater good ...up to and including laying down my life for the rest of my mates to escape... should that time ever come.
What is your worst weakness?
I don't multi task well (but am geting better) ... and i still shake alot when in the heat of batttle...Perhaps my worst weakness is to go off without thinking of consequences and finding myself in compromiseable /dangerous situations as a result....IE I act before i think something through... but I'm trying to change that now.
What is your most irresistible motivation?
I do love to go on with the Poetic wording.
I am too wordy.
Pity the ones who actually read all the way through this.
Anything you would like to add?
yeah. Thank you for helping me to attain my dreams and for this chance to be a part of an organization going somewhere... I just hope i never let anyone down.
((Hitome sets her pen down, reads over what she wrote, frowning a little at some of the more sensitive things she wrote but hits 'submit' and forward the responses to whomever will read and decide her future. She walks out to a horizen of hope and destiny.))
My greatest hero is my grandparents (yes i am related to those famous astroarchaological explorers)) who have been first and foremost to encourage me in words and actions to follow my dreams despite all obstacles in my way. Those back home that said "A girl cannot fly these ships madeer" not only got a kick in the shins (when i was very young) but now have my sympathy as they were oh so wrong.
Is it more satisfying to achieve success or to strive towards it?
Wow... uhmmm you know as i am writing this and nearing the acheivement of another trial I realize that striving toward it brings such satisfaction that I nearly taste the victory at the end. I always thought the actuall success left me feeling let down ... the "Now What " syndrome. Yes indeed striving for it is a heady liquor that is filling.
What traits in others can you really not tolerate?
Lying. Deceiving. Dishonesty.
What quality in others do you respect the most?
Honesty, kindness, respect, honour, humility, truthfullness.
Describe the perfect trap.
The one that ensnared my heart to dedicate a life time in service to the Amarrian Empire piloting a ship and protecting others. I really had no chance at all in fighting it off... one time behind the controls of the and my whole being was scrammed, webbed and enslaved to this life. (and i never shall regret it)
What is the worst sin?
Never living out your dreams. Giving up without a fight.
If the FTL comms buzzed in the middle of the night, who would you hope it would be?
my corp mates or ceo calling me for help in a mission.
What do you fear the most?
Letting my corps mates down in a battle by attacking the wrong things... Not knowing enough in a pvp situation or freezing thereby causing one of my fleet to be unnecessarily attacked.
What is your best trait?
That i care so deeply about that which i believe in and would do all in my power to succeed for the greater good ...up to and including laying down my life for the rest of my mates to escape... should that time ever come.
What is your worst weakness?
I don't multi task well (but am geting better) ... and i still shake alot when in the heat of batttle...Perhaps my worst weakness is to go off without thinking of consequences and finding myself in compromiseable /dangerous situations as a result....IE I act before i think something through... but I'm trying to change that now.
What is your most irresistible motivation?
I do love to go on with the Poetic wording.
I am too wordy.
Pity the ones who actually read all the way through this.
Anything you would like to add?
yeah. Thank you for helping me to attain my dreams and for this chance to be a part of an organization going somewhere... I just hope i never let anyone down.
((Hitome sets her pen down, reads over what she wrote, frowning a little at some of the more sensitive things she wrote but hits 'submit' and forward the responses to whomever will read and decide her future. She walks out to a horizen of hope and destiny.))
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