Mattie
Knight of Mind
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Name: Olivia Constantine Dundee
Age: 22
Gift Summary: Drunken Savant - The drunker she is, the better she is across the board.
Redheaded, an ever present flush, amber eyes, and tanned skin across a body obviously used to physical labor and rough work. No tattoos, surprisingly, though a number of scars.
Personality: Spunky, loudmouthed, free-spirited, and stubborn, Olivia is quick to make new friends and loyal to the bone. Almost entirely buzzed and hardly sober, the girl's impulse control and inhibitions are at all time lows, and can come across as brash and impudent. Chaffing at authority and even most mild restrictions, her ever drunken state leaves her quick to anger, forgive, and forget, practically air-headed in nature and dangerous to come across--Or so it seems. The wandering drunk has proved her mind sharper than steel and quicker than a bear trap at times, and those who know her well will inevitably sometimes wonder if the girl is just obfuscating stupidity sometimes. Making everybody just believe her stupid. But there's no way..
History: A vagabond, a wanderer, and an alcoholic, Olivia has traveled the world, doing odd jobs and running fromdebt collectorsher dark and mysterious past. Born in the slums of Melton, Victoria, the girl grew up in an orphanage, picking fights with children twice her size. Through this period of her life, she learned to fight dirty, biting legs and punching throats alike when her silver tongue wouldn't work. An unruly girl, she watched what little friends and peers she had leave the orphanage one by one as she was left to rot. She hid her bitterness with an air of laid back mischief, slowly moving away from fights and into pranks, not that it made her punishments any less severe.
At the age of 11, having given up any hope of being adopted, a strangely dressed woman walked through the doors of the termite ridden orphanage, asking to adopt her. Hesitant, but inwardly giddy, the girl instantly agreed. Forms were signed, hands were shaken, and in less than a week she was sitting in the back of a car, cleaner then anything she had ever seen in her life, being driven to her new home in Melbourne by her new foster mother. Things were looking up for Olivia.
Then she was knocked out, drugged, and strapped to an operating table.
The next thing she remembered was waking up in a ramshackle boat off the shores of Melbourne, debris and blood scattered among the tides as sirens rang in the distance as what she later learned to be a hangover pounded through her skull. Terrified, confused, and utterly bitter, she ransacked the boat's alcohol storage and drank herself to sleep once more, allowing the winds to guide her boat through the sea.
Eventually rescued by a passing cargo ship, the girl soon learned that nothing was free, not even goodwill. As the "cargo" boat went from country to country, Olivia got the feeling that their dealing weren't exactly clean, or even normal. Nothing as far as human trafficking or organ trade, but drugs, guns, and explosives weren't exactly legal. Nonetheless, as long as the girl had food in her stomach, she couldn't have cared less. By picking up her own weight and doing odd jobs for the crew of the ship, they dropped her off on her 16th birthday with a list of contacts, a keg of vodka, and a pat on the back, wishing her well.
Now, on the cusp of adulthood, where other girls her age should be studying in college or applying for work, she had drunkenly boarded a definitely not that safe looking boat, finally deciding to make her way to the (in)famous island of Gifted.
Party Control: Yes
Other: Olivia picked her own name from her favorite characters; Oliver Twist, John Constantine, and Crocodile Dundee.
Olivia fights as if locked in a bar battle, using whatever dirty trick or object she can find to reach her objective, most of the time to simply knock her opponent out before they could keep her from fleeing the scene. With chairs, tables, knives, bottles, and once in a while small firearms, the girl has years of experience on the road. Somewhere along the line, she took a trip to Asia, learning martial arts to compliment her usual bar-fight/knifing style, and along with it, the ire of the Chinese community.
Despite her drunken and disheveled demeanor, Olivia is far more observant and cunning then at first glance, has a wide range of skills from various odd jobs, and is surprisingly knowledgeable, knowing German, Spanish, Latin, Chinese, Taiwanese, a bit of Japanese, and British/Australian slang--Which basically counts as a language of it's own--Even without the assistance of her Gift. Not to mention heavy experience in gymnastics, parkour, and marksmanship, wherever the hell she picked those up.
[Pretty sure some of dem guns need to be removed] On hand, in a number of harnesses and bags, she carries; An AA-12, a .600 Nitro Express, an E-Tool, a swiss army knife, a bandolier of incendiary, tear gas, napalm, smoke, stink, and shrapnel grenades, another bandolier of varying munitions, bullets, and cartridges, seven Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knives, a kukri, a carving and whittling knife, a hatchet, a nightstick baton, a Jolt Mini Stun Gun (46 Million Volts), a Torch Flashlight (4,100 Lumens), a firearms maintenance kit, an M1903 Springfield, a Walther PPK, two 9mm Welrods, pepper spray, notepad, two first aid kits, a plastic bag of rags, three sets of ear plugs, three whistles (one normal, the other two at different pitches), markers and a whiteboard, paper, pens, pencils, sticky notes, many rolls of duct tape, three lighters, a flint and steel, a can of bug spray, a can of sunscreen, hand sanitizer, a can of hairspray, numerous containers, ziploc bags, tissues, a hundred meters of paracord, a hundred meters of hemp rope, a few packs of cigarettes, folded cardboard boxes, some gum, zip ties, handcuffs, master locks, combination locks, padlocks, numerous other sundries, two burner phones, some MREs, energy bars, water bottles, seat belt cutter, window breaker, a space blanket, an ice scraper, an umbrella, paper towels, her wallet and ID, a change of clothes, poisons, tranquilizers, darts, syringes, around three hundred in US Dollars, around another hundred in various other currencies, dozens of empty bottles and cans, 2 half empty bottles of vodka, a few cans of beer, a couple of flasks of practically pure alcohol, shot glasses, a silver engraved harmonia, complete with hidden blade, a stuffed partridge, and a potted pear tree.
Thought so. The image was a bitch and a half to find, only because I wanted a picture with somebody getting smashed. I'll lower the amount of firearms, but the sundries should be small enough that taking off a few won't make a dent.That's easily 200 pounds worth of stuff. Dude, no. Cute image though.
Thought so. The image was a bitch and a half to find, only because I wanted a picture with somebody getting smashed. I'll lower the amount of firearms, but the sundries should be small enough that taking off a few won't make a dent.
Edited.
Wait.. You took the time to weigh and calculate it?How much ammo is there? And the guns only represent around 75 pounds of what she's carrying. The incredible amount of sundries quickly adds up, if you kept track of the weights using a spreadsheet, which I did, to calculate it myself. The locks, alcohol, water, hemp rope, kits, and various tools contribute quite a bit of weight too.
Name: Adrian Veianth
Nickname: A or A4-2V
Age: Mental: 42 Physical: 18
Gift Summary: Appearance Delusion, Which, allows Adrian to make others see illusions of people, or objects, in place of himself (It only works in a 5 mile radius)
Personality: Good Days: Cooperative, Diplomatic, Gracious, Fair-Minded and Social, Bad Days: Insane, Dominant and Agressive.
History: He had been considered as a "Freak, or Amalgam", Adrian uses his gift to keep people away, To stop them from figuring out about him, He wears bandages around his left eye and both palms, Which was a "consequence", Which happened around when he was 13, He had an incident with a Plutonium Reactor Core.
Party Control: No, I would greatly appreciate none other then me to use him.
(Is it good? Mattie )