DARZI, Zaynah Muna

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Your Name: Tali
How many years roleplaying?: 6+





Naphrida & El Massri

B a s i c s
37 • "Muna" • Brooklyn • FBI • Amman, Jordan
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• Age - Thirty-seven
  
• Aliases - Shoshanah Shalev, Ruth Surain, Haleh Munjabi, Salma Turek, "Muna Zaynah Darzi"
  
• Residence - Brooklyn, New York
  
• Profession - FBI Special Agent, Counter Terrorism Unit
  
• Date of Birth - September 15th 1976
  
• Criminal Background/Rap (If Applicable) - I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be working for the FBI if she had ;)
  

A p p e a r a n c e
Jordanian • Dark haired •Brown eyed •Sporty • fair skinned!
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Muna stands at 5'9 and has a sporty build with rather large hips. She is very self conscious about her body and dresses more modestly being from a Middle Eastern heritage. She has dark brown hair that hangs on her shoulders and is usually worn down and if it is not in its natural ringlet curl it is straightened by hand every morning. Her casual dress consist of yoga pants and a fitted t-shirt but sometimes she resorts to her middle eastern roots and wear's tan khaki's and an olive green t-shirt. She has become more Americanized compared to her family. Who would probably criticize her for dressing in such ways, she does respect her religion and wears her hijab in the work place and to temple. She doesn't however where it in the field just so she doesn't dirty it or so it doesn't become a safety hazard.

Muna has deep set eyes that are colored dark brown and almost the color of swiss chocolate. They are complimented by her fair skin she is a lot lighter than her parents who are tanned unlike she, if one did not know she could pass as European. She has a very heavy Jordanian accent which is sometimes mixed with Israeli from her living in Israel for so long.

P e r s o n a l i t y
Determined • Skeptical • Dedicated • Trustworthy • Loyal!
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Muna is a very headstrong woman, she knows what she wants and how to obtain it. She does not let anyone run her over easily and she keeps to her word, what she says she means. The importance of family is HUGE to Muna, she puts her family first always. She is very over protective of those she cares about, especially her sister. Muna takes jokes and things that are said a bit to seriously and tends to overreact, ex. "Oh haha your lame" she will take that to offense and probably blow off the person. She holds grudges, she is not likely to forgive you if you have broken her trust, trust must be gained before it can even be broken. Once you have gained Muna's trust she has you back one hundred percent of the way, she may not agree with your decisions, religion, political views etc, but she will always look out for your best interest.

When she is angry she shuts down, she gets really quiet and keeps her emotions from showing the moment you see her loose all emotion you know she is angry. Anger look out! She has a bit of a temper and if anyone is in her way, comments about her being angry she looses it, when she looses control she tends to yell and scream and sometimes even throw things. She does not get violent with other people though unless they are intentionally trying to hurt her. When she is sad she also shuts down but this is different, she gets really depressed and stops eating, she stops enjoying life, and stops enjoying spending time with loved ones, she shuts herself off locking herself in her room.

She likes getting her way and being right as many women do, she likes to take the leads on cases even though she isn't the "boss" and probably will never be the boss. She likes to envelop herself in her work, she enjoys it, it makes her happy. She likes to make other people laugh and smile, she is a giver. She dislikes being told what to do but her formal military training changed that very quickly, she doesn't like to be bossed around though, she will take orders but will not put up with being "bossed" she dislikes when people act like children, she believes that you act your age, you live longer. She dislikes when her teammates fight there is no use in fighting among themselves, it leads to no where.


H i s t o r y
Disappointment • Ethical • Fearless • Harsh • Independent!
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Naphrida Samar El Massri was born to Maleek and Necarine El Massri in Amman, Jordan. She lived in Jordan until she was ten then her and her family fled the country to Jerusalem, Israel where she was raised with her four brothers, Akeem, Nadir, "MoMo" Mohammad, Saleem, her father being a member of the Jordanian Embassy was what caused their fleeing and search of sanctuary in Israel. She does not know much about the men that were after them but it was whispered that their own were out for them. They were given sanctuary only if they pledged allegiance to Israel and not to go against the Israeli government. Her father seeked a job amongst the Israeli politicians and her mother a housewife, they made a new life in Jerusalem and made new friends. They all had to change their names to fit in and to raise as little suspicion as possible Naphrida became "Shoshanah Esther Shalev" while living in Israel. All her friends called her Rosie, because her name in Hebrew meant Rose, she liked her new name. Her brother's hated it in Israel because they had to be someone different than who they were. At the age of fifteen her family left her behind in Israel while they moved on to Palestine and later Iran where they returned to their Arabic first names and took on the last name "Darzi" she stayed with the Surain family in which they called her Ruth.

When she was at age 16 she was enlisted into the IDF as most children were in Israel. She began her training and served in the Israeli Military for four years, At the age of twenty she gave up the military life style and decided to join Mossad. Mossad aware of her situation made her change her name once again and thus she became Muna Zaynah Darzi. The Deputy Director, Abram Mesciah became a father figure in Muna's life and personally saw that she stayed safe and received the best training, she was unsure of why he had given her a chance to prove herself but she thanked him for the opportunity. 24 she was hand selected by the now Director Mesciah to be on the elite team of Kidon, a team that specialized in Assassinations. She was well up for the challenge though the Prime Minister would never allow a woman to run the team she was always inferior when it came to ranks among the men she worked with in the Kidon team unit. She was never equal or above always beneath them. Her boss Yoseph Ben-David got her pregnant in '01, a year after her joining the unit she was put on desk duty until she had Leila. Yoseph was killed when Leila turned four. Leaving Muna widowed and Leila fatherless. After Yoseph's death a lot changed, Muna stopped caring about her family's whereabouts she lost contact with them and no longer desired to work for Mossad or expose her daughter to such violence. Packing them up and moving them to the sates they settled in New York.

They currently live in Brooklyn, and now Muna works for the Counter Terrorism Unit at the FBI. She was thirty two when she started working for the FBI and has been working for them for five years, her daughter attends private school and just celebrated her twelfth birthday in December.

L i k e s
Spending quality time w/daughter
Fine wine
Tea (hot & cold)
Traveling
Catching Un-subs
Bringing closure to families
Helping people that cannot help themselves
Hitting the Gym & Firing Range

Di s l i k e s
Clingy people
Liars
Betrayal
tight spaces
doesn't like being touched period
Her hair it's always a mess
Cheap cologne
Disorientation

S t r e n g t h s
Languages : Hebrew, Arabic: Multiple, Farsi, Hindi, English, Spanish, Turkish
Adept with a gun (Sniper for the IDF)
Assassinations
Krav Maga Master
Outdoor sports
Cooking
Photography

W e a k n e s s e s
Trusting others
Shutting people out
Computer illiterate
Dancing
Trigger happy
Lactose intolerant
Leila David (Daughter)

O t h e r
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Q: (OPTIONAL!) How did you come to find Positively Criminal? From a dead NCIS site.


Q: For those making second characters; what is your main account? Kat Molinelli :D


Q: If you had to pick a theme song for your character, what would it be? Empty Eyes ~ Within Temptation


Q: What mental disorder(s) and/or quirks if any does your character suffer from? Do they know about it? Nope. Well..maybe some anxiety

Q: Profile code(s)? "Trust the profile"

Q: Anything Else? Nada.

A Role Playing Sample
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Ziva felt someone grab her hand..it was a lot warmer than her own..her's felt like ice. It was nice. It settled her to know that she wasn't alone..that some was actually at the hospital with her. A smile formed on her lips she wasn't aware that she was actually expressing that smile outward and not just in her head. She didn't even know what she looked like anymore..it had been so long since she had been able to see herself or anyone. Her body was stiff she probably had lost weight..she knew she hadn't been eating and she most likely was on an all liquid diet. She clung onto Tony's hand she didn't want to let go..if she did she might let go for good and that she didn't want. There was so much she hadn't told him yet..things that she would take to her grave if never spoken aloud. What is it going to take..she asked herself..take to wake up?

She missed her team and her friends, she missed Abby and McGee and Ducky and Gibbs and Sandy, she always called Alessandra that, and most of all Tony. Now she was in Colombia, with Tony and Monique and the Chaplin that had come along with them. It was just Monique and Ziva talking. "Ziva, you cannot continue to find your happiness in others, you must be happy for you." Ziva didn't understand what was her friend keeping from her? Monique was a friend, a mentor, a mother, a sister. "I do not understand, you do not trust me with the information? Monique what ever trouble you are in, I can help you..please. Just tell--" "Ziva. It is not open for discussion, I suggest you get your people and get out." and that was that. Ziva stood there with her arms folded across her chest that was it? Monique really wasn't going to tell her, she trusted Monique. Sometimes the things we love most we must let go.. "oh shut up, Malachi." She rolled her eyes and headed back to the hotel.

Ziva knew that the mess in Cardenas was done and over but it was significant. Monique's words played over and over in her head. Ziva, you cannot continue to find your happiness in others, you must be happy for you. What did it mean..was it so hard that she was blind to her own happiness? Was she happy? Now she was in her father's office at Mossad arguing with him about her loyalty to Mossad. She was still a liaison at this point.."Ziva I do not know who you answer to Mossad or NCIS, You are to be loyal to me and only me." Eli bellowed. Ziva shook her head she had heard enough. "I will have my resignation on your desk by 7:30 tomorrow." she hissed her words were like poison. She wanted something permanent every time she was happy it was sucked away when she was left dry. She was tired of feeling second to everyone..was she not good enough to be first to somebody? "Ziva!" she turned away and let his office door slam. there was nothing else to discuss.

Ziva was sitting in the lounge area for the Mossad agents before she snuck into Malachi's office she shut the door behind her and the tears fell from her eyes she wouldn't cry in front of her co-workers. She would be seen as weak. Crying was for the faint hearted her father always said. Save your tears for your pillow. But she couldn't take it anymore..Mossad had made her into someone that she was not. She wanted to love..but the closer she got the more impossible it seemed.

Ziva said goodnight to everyone before loading up in the elevator she stood there alone she was thinking about home earlier this morning, thinking mainly about her sister Tali. Ziva shook her head as the the compartment ringed and she stepped out walking not really paying attention to her surroundings like she normally did. It all happened so fast she heard someone yelling..it was happening again the shooting. She turned and ducked out of the way this time. Her eyes saw the man's face..she didn't understand..what she was seeing. Had she really seen her attackers face and not realized he had a gun before it was too late? He was all the way across on the other side of the room waiting for her.. Ziva's eyes snapped open and she coughed the breathing tube was choking her. Her monitor started beeping all crazy where was she? her vision was fuzzy a nurse came in as well as the doctor and the removed the breathing tube she felt like she was going to be sick. The dull pain of her wounds settled in and whoever's hand she had been holding she was squeezing the life out of now.

Ziva was freaking out she ripped off the stupid patches that were monitoring her heart she needed to get out. More nurses were sent in to restrain the woman. She didn't want to be in the hospital anymore. Her tears were real this time..the fell down her cheeks she shook her head she wanted to go home. Home.."home.." she muttered "Home.." she just repeated. She had let go of Tony's hand as the nurses finally got her settled back in bed "Miss David, I'm going to shine a light in your eyes I need you to pick a spot on the wall to stare at." she had just woken up and they were trying to examine her!? She did as she was told the light bothered her eyes she winced when the light passed her eyes. They were light sensitive..she had been out for a month now. But she didn't know that she figured a few days. "How long have I been asleep..?" she asked "Why won't anyone answer me?" she hissed she was getting very frustrated. She had seen the look on Abby's face..oh how much grief had she caused? She was only here for a couple of days. "How long!" "A month." one of the younger nurses answered. The head nurse glared at the young blonde and pointed to the door. The other nurses left except for the RN and her MA. "Miss David we are putting you on fluids now, how does your stomach feel?" "A month!? why was" "You were in a coma, self induced." "Wh-what does that mean..?" "Shock we believe and you forced yourself into a coma, you've been in the hospital for a month. Your friends have visited here and there Miss DiNozzo has been here with you the entire time." Ziva looked for Sandy's eyes she couldn't find them.

"Now how does your stomach feel?" "I'm starving." "Good." Ziva didn't see how that was good.."Means everything is going back to normal. We will bring something light in for you too eat. We don't want you to get sick." Ziva sighed and nodded once the nurse left she rolled her eyes. "Get sick my ass.." she muttered under her breath. It was Tony..at her beside she stared down at him reaching out for his hand again. Her voice was croaky and her mouth was dry. She had lost about ten pounds, and she felt horrible. Like she had been bed ridden with the flu. "Have I really been in here for a month..?" she whispered to Tony and then looked to Sandy and Abby. "Wh-what happened..?" she didn't even remember what had happened. Yet what had happened was locked tightly away in her subconscious. She would have to go see Dr.Cranston or Dr.Ryan before she would be allowed to come back to work. Which might be a while..which made her uneasy. She coughed a little "Where's Gibbs and McGee?" she asked slowly.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

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