Name: Svetlana Vinetere (Nicknamed the Lady of the Lake.)
Date of Birth: January 5th, 1999
Age: 18
Birth Place: Pendragon, Britannia.
Nationality: Russian Britannian
Faction: Holy Empire of Britannia (Technically.)
Job/Occupation: Former Knight of Rounds (believed to be deceased), currently a senior at Ashford Academy.
Gender: Female
Eye color: Gray-green.
Hair color: Light brown.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 116lbs
Appearance:
To the contrary of what one would expect from a former military Ace, Sveta’s hair has grown long in the years since her active front line service. Her facial features fit in with those of many other Britannians, but there is a hint of the exotic to those who look carefully. Small-framed, she is nonetheless athletically inclined and her body reflects this, and she has often been compared to a jet-plane for her ease in the water by the members of the swim team.
Personality:
During everyday life, Svetlana is an ideal, if quiet, citizen. She answers questions when asked in class, but does not volunteer in favour of letting other students show their values and abilities. She assists the junior students with their studies and is never caught off campus during school hours. She’s kind, and goes out of her way to help anyone that needs it… In other words, she’s everyone’s big sister…
Of course, this is all with a little catch. Technologically, she appears to be completely inept. Computers, cell phones, cameras… All of those are completely out of her league, and she is generally only trusted with the simplest of mechanical devices. (This may not be the actual case, but hey... She's got a cover to keep.)
On the battlefield, Svetlana is a rapid-fire analyst and a goal-oriented individual, prioritizing the protection of civilians and allies and the ending of conflict immediately – As such, she is usually content with disabling one time enemies to neutralize their threat, though repeat (or extraordinarily dangerous) offenders will usually be eliminated at the first opportunity.
Above all other things, Svetlana abhors the betrayal of a sworn oath: Backstabbing individuals gain her undying disdain and are frequently prioritized as targets. Of course, this goes both ways… She is also unwilling to break her own agreements, and is as such loathe to make them in the first place, for, once made, they are upheld at great cost.
Biography:
Born as the second child to a family of middle classed Britannian nobility in the state of Russia, Svetlana was raised to be a “tribute” to the Britannian military. As such, she was trained extensively in the use of firearms, hand-to-hand combat and piloting. Much to her parent’s surprise, Svetlana took naturally to the workings of a soldier, something the Russians did not believe possible of women.
On her eighth birthday, she was permitted to ride a Knightmare for the first time in a training match, with a copilot in case of emergency. As it turned out, this was unnecessary. In record time, she utilized the outdated Glasgow to nearly total her opponent’s Gloucester, the far superior machine’s pilot barely managing to eject, and therefore end the match, before the machine was irreparably damaged.
It was at this point at which her father, Igor Vinetere, began focusing her training almost exclusively on Knightmare piloting. A year later, they presented her to the Emperor, who was skeptical. Still…
It was only a matter of time before she became a Knight of the Round.
(History concluded following RP sample.)
Role-play sample:
Everything was happening too fast… Far too fast for her to handle, her parents had gotten her in a mess way over her head… Ever since she had defeated that pilot, her father had continued pushing her, harder and harder opponents until…
“Father… Why!? Do you hate me? Are you trying to get me killed? This is a Knight of the…”
But there was no time for that now. He was preparing… She had to too. Delicate fingers glided over the controls, and the reassuring hum of her Knightmare’s yggdrasil drive calmed her racing heart. Yes… This was her arena. She couldn’t lose here, even against the famous Monica Krushevsky, Knight of Twelve.
“My, my. This will be a wonderful time to try out our new experimental unit, Pelleas.”
An amused voice commented to the unheedful Emperor from the stands of the arena, a scientist’s voice. But to him, to the Emperor what use were these silly games? Still, his presence was necessary for the testing of one of the Knights…
The fighting began, and the two titanic Knightmares clashed. Sparks flew, joints grinded… And slowly but surely, Svetlana pulled ahead. Using the artificial hilly terrain of the arena and Pelleas’ superior mobility to her advantage, as her opponent’s cannons meant nothing to her if they couldn’t aim precisely (and couldn’t risk firing wild and committing the unspeakable – Striking the Emperor), Svetlana gradually disabled Monica’s weapon systems one by one with Pelleas' MV-Swords until they came face to face once more.
The watching crowds cheered, and the pilots left their machines to salute each other and the crowd: Monica openly, and Svetlana from behind her helmet. After all, she was just a child, and her identity had to be protected… Though this sensation caused an uneasy murmuring in the crowd. A child defeating a Knight of the Rounds was unspeakable!
“It’s over! I admit defeat.”
“… It’s… Over? I… won?”
“Congratulations…”
Their voices, electronically magnified, rolled over the crowd. Then, Monica flipped her microphone off and spoke to her directly as the Emperor addressed the crowd... But his voice, for all his importance, went unheeded by the young girl in the face of this Knight's scowling threat.
“I’ll get you someday, you bitch. You’ll pay for this, mark my words, and you'll pay loong and hard.”
Post-Examination History:
For the three years following her examination as a Knight of the Round, Svetlana was frequently employed on the front lines against the forces of the E.U., frequently being used as a shock troop to open his attacks. Because of the extensive amount of time she spent on the frontlines, Svetlana was not a particularly well known individual to the public, and her true face was only known to the Emperor, Prince Schneizel and the other members of the Knights of the Round.
It was for this reason for which she was selected for an important task by the Emperor himself, one which no-one else could know of, a plan which required her “death”. Secretly, seven years ago, with minimal interference from the Emperor’s Geas, Svetlana was transferred to Area 11 under cover.
The Knight of Two had been gunned down in her mess hall by a treacherous ambush by the E.U., sparking yet further reason to conquer them, and an unknown protector had been sent for the safety of the children of His Majesty’s true love.
The rest, as we shall say it, is academic. Svetlana attended school as a normal student in Japan, keeping surveillance from afar on the “forsaken” scions of the Emperor. She became, as far as the public was concerned, an ordinary student, a civilian. Yet service to the Emperor, to the Rounds, was for life...
Subject: Svetlana Vinetere 
