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[Colorless Spectrum]

Hello everyone! As promised, here is the character sheet page. The special roles of the firearm expert and the medic have been taken by . D O V E and Klown respectively! I'll need you guys to message me in Discord about your characters so we can discuss about what they know and what not, plus you both will have an additional stat respective to your roles. ٩(◕‿◕)۶

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Basics

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Age:
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Persona

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Biography

Backstory:
Do you live in Raccoon City:
Did you drink any water on this day, the 24th of September?
Inventory: (Maximum of 10 items)

Stats
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1 - average
2 - above average
3 - relatively exceptional
4 - DLC only (Pay $20 to unlock)

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[Colorless Spectrum]

WIP​

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  Name :: Airi Miyamoto
  Age :: 27
  Gender :: Female
  Occupation :: 911 Dispatcher
  Nationality :: Japanese-American
  
  

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  Appearance ::
  Aira, whose parents are both Japanese, has very distinct Asian features. Her eyes are wide and cat-like in shape, it makes her look mischievous when she's far from that. She has a thick set of brows and a hooked nose, which is ironic for the softness of her face. Aira's hair is naturally brown and stops at the base of her neck, the ends curling just a bit to give a little shape alongside the bangs that reach the top of her eyes.
  
  She stands at five feet and four inches. Her slim body makes her look taller than she truly is, but it is what makes her light and fast, as she was a Track and Field athlete when she was still in high school and college. Her clothes consist of jumpsuits, jeans, shorts, tshirts— anything that makes it easy to move because that is simply the type of person that she is.
  
  
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  Carefree, emotional, energetic. She likes to think of herself as a free person. Someone who doesn't want to be held back by the things she doesn't want to do. She's also the type of person who will stick by and try to make things right, without having to change herself, just as how she's been trying to reconnect with her parents despite kicking her out.
  

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  Aira was born the very same year her parents moved to the US to work under the Umbrella Corporation. She lived a good life. Her family had money, she went to private school, had great academics, joined the track, and graduated college as a pharmaceutical scientist just like her parents. Or well, that's what her parents would have wanted. She dropped out about two years into her program. At some point, she took on various jobs because her parents kicked her out of their home.
  
  About a year ago, a friend told her that they needed more dispatchers. She went "Oh well" and said yes. Now she works five days a week from nine to five, answering calls that may very well save lives. It's an emotionally taxing job, and there were certainly times when she needed to take a break or just break down in general, but it's hard to step away from a job that can truly help people and possibly save lives.
  

  Querying Inventory...

  Your inventory consists of ordinary items that may or may not be useful to your situation in the RP!
  
  Inventory: (Maximum of 10 items)
  

  • Nokia 5120
  • Water Bottle
  • Chips (2)
  • Energy Bars (2)
  • Walkman
  • Perfume
  • Pocket Mirror
  • Lipstick
• Generating Character Stats...

  Stats will be used to determine what your character can do in certain situations.
  
  E.g. The hunter was nowhere to be seen, but you know that it’s only a matter of time until it finds you. In front of you is a fallen cabinet, there is a space to crawl but not enough. It would require strength to lift the cabinet up and make the space large enough to crawl in.
  
  

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[. D O V E]

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  Name: Simone Montagne
  Alias: Specter
  Age: 28
  Gender: Female
  Ethnicity: French
  Occupation: Government Agent

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  Agent Simone Montagne, alias "Specter," stands at 5'11", with a lean and athletic physique optimized for reconnaissance and covert operations. She possesses short platinum hair and a pair of blue eyes, matched with a fair complexion. Distinctly, she has tattoos running down the skin of her spine.
  
  She usually fashions herself with dark outfits that cover most of her skin when out of duty. Additionally, she is never without her handy pistol strapped somewhere discreetly on her body.
• Parsing Personality...

  A bad bitch.

  Assembling Biography...

  Born in a family with deep military roots, Simone was raised by a high-ranking officer of the French Armed Forces and a retired intelligence analyst of a covert government intelligence division. Due to their nature, both parents were distant and stern, ensuring that the young Simone would understand the importance of serving the country and the sacrifices it called. Thus, to the surprise of nobody, 18-year-old Simone followed the footstep of her parents and joined the military, with an exceptional aptitude for linguistic and tactical operations. These, alongside her natural skill for observing, earned her favor from the upper ranks and allowed her to be recognized as an intelligence asset.
  
  However, her life's trajectory shifted dramatically when she was assigned leader of a high-stakes mission in Eastern Europe. At the young age of 23, she witnessed the death of her entire unit after a brutal ambush that left her as the sole survivor. The details of the event were perplexing as much as it was horrifying; Simone herself didn't understand just what it was that attacked them. In a blink of an eye, her soldiers were mangled to the bones by an assailant that she wasn't even sure was human. Despite the horror she has reported, she was instructed to keep quiet and even convinced that what she had seen were effects of the trauma and guilt consuming her.
  
  The turn of events pushed Simone to develop a deep mistrust for the ones she once served. Disillusioned, her life turned a dark turn as she severed ties with everyone from her former life, including her family who were beyond disappointed by her downfall. She immersed herself in the underground network, joining illegal pit fights for money and working as a freelance operative, dealing in both information and elimination, to give herself a purpose. It was during this period when the codename "Specter" was born, whispers of a white-haired assassin, who arrives without warning and vanishes without a trace, circulating the crooks of the underground as she offered her service to anyone with a pretty penny.
  
  Eventually, her reputation reached the ears of a US-based elite counter-terrorism tasked force that operated internationally. Thanks to her military background and specialty in covert missions, the group recruited her as an intelligence agent and assigned in efforts against bioterrorism. Currently, she has been charged with an important mission involving the renowned Umbrella Pharmaceutical company in Raccoon city.

  Querying Inventory...

  1. Blacktail - A 9mm pistol with an ammo capacity of 10. It has a fast firing rate with steady handling. The staple firearm of all government agents.
  
  2. Grappling gun - A handheld gun that shoots a hook projectile that allows oneself to propel and zipline to the targeted location. It offers a convenient way for the user to navigate difficult terrains and reach high ground.
  
  3. Binoculars - A pair of zoomable binoculars that can be used to recon areas ahead of time. It's foldable and light, making it portable and easy to hide underneath clothes.
  
  4. First-Aid Spray - The first statement of Umbrella's superior biotech, the company reached fame with this particular type of product, which was able to heal wounds completely.
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[miyabi]

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  Name :: ZHAO, Yuze
  Age :: 30 years old
  Gender :: Female
  Occupation :: Vigilante Ringleader (Hacker); Comic Book Store Owner
  Nationality :: Taiwanese-American

  Rendering Appearance...

  She carries herself with confidence, or more-so, an air of false-confidence. Boldly bleached hair with overgrown roots frame her cheeks, often tied into a long braid and set aside, share strands and the thinly built roads of split-ends—an unkempt factor to an equally styled display. Thick brows bleached an equally lifted blonde, carefully painted not to offset the look she’s molded herself into. Meticulously chosen red sunglasses sit at the top of her tall nose, covering the dark brown muck of her irises.
  
  Yuze wouldn’t be hard to spot in a crowd: A woman who stands at 5’10”, her height is always noted in a less-than-savory fashion. Something she discards, but can never quite ignore; the height is further emphasized by thickly belted, platform leather boots—a staple from her otherwise worn closet.
  
  Makeup is reduced to a small supply, with powder to combat the oiliness of her skin, dark or neutral eyeshadow smudged with little care; blush that is too cheap to be noticeable and pigmented; soft pink lips smothered with a dark color in the center and further highlighted by a random lip balm bought at the local convenience store; a beauty mark on her cheek, slightly meshed over by product.
  
  Her skin is marred by tattoos, randomly sprawled with little meaning, though the most hidden—the one with the only meaning—is a dragon tattoo from the bottom of her ribcage to the top of her hip: a display of power, to combat the once powerless individual living under the flesh.
  
• Parsing Personality...

  The world is nothing if not lined with teeth; but the power held in her hands lends a spark to the helpless. She feels it, the pain of others, how they’ve been wronged much like the stories of her own; in recognition, her anger, passion, it lights a flame under her feet. Yuze is brash; Yuze is impatient; but most of all, Yuze is determined and intelligent—she knows better, yet her actions show otherwise.
  
  A child of cowardly nature blossomed to a woman whose prowess knows no bounds as she fights to right the wrongs of others—or, rather, to punish.
  
  To most, she is egotistic, callous, and cynical. And while she agrees with the latter, she highly disagrees with the rest: words often describing those with a strong sense of self in order to diminish the very mindset that gives them the power above others. She will use this to her advantage, and while she may not like to play it up, certain situations call for it--yearn for it. Though below the surface level egoism and abrasive nature, is a woman whose determination is fueled by the need to help others. Yuze is neither selfish nor careless. To a degree, every motion has consequences, and while many times actions may not seem to have their consequences, she seeks them out.
  

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  Life isn’t fair, never is. The good: taken advantage of while the bad thrive and live on, feeding on the spoils of exploitation, violence, crime. Her father taught her that—a good deal of it. A formerly peaceful man whose whole life revolves around his family transitioned to the hate of those whose actions have shown more harm than good. Like father like daughter.
  
  Debts, bullies, and being taken advantage of all because of one thing: he wasn’t greedy. It started with giving money to help family, but the requests had become far too frequent. And what had made it worse? His own brother, he’d fallen into the wrong crowd, found himself with a heavy gambling addiction: betting everything he had for a little dose of serotonin. When he had nothing else to give, he offered something else. Yuze’s father, the family; her uncle’s selfishness led to something larger. He didn’t want to be owned by collectors, by the very people who ran him dry—no. Instead, he offered the lives of his own flesh and blood, and in return, he would leave unscathed.
  
  This was the life Yuze knew, all fond memories pushed to the back of her mind as she watched her father struggle; how the men came knocking at their doors at odd hours of the night, demanding his hard-earned money—had he not given it to them, Yuze and her mother would’ve been six feet under.
  
  When the men came, her father would demand she go to her room, drowning herself in comic books: heroes, vigilantes, the type of people those men would fear. Maybe that’s where the first sprout of thought came from. She hated it, how she could hear the yelling, the weeping, it went on for years. From when she was 7 years old to 17. They’d kept it up for 10 years and she watched how her father evolved: how much angrier he had gotten from the stress, his smile lines deepening, the rings around his eyes darkening, the creases on his forehead forming lasting patterns. And yet, he had never directed such hate and anger towards his family. In a way, Yuze was grateful—he’d remained a good man—but how much farther could he be pushed until, ultimately, he would crack?
  
  She began selling cigarettes on campus to help with the finances, found numerous after-school jobs, and took just about anything to help out, even if her father urged her not to. It was always the same sentiment: “Just focus on school,” “You shouldn’t have to help me,” “Don’t worry about me.” Of course, she couldn’t help but worry. Her father, a good man who didn’t deserve it, began to drown in what he’d been roped into—she needed to help in any way that she could, by any means necessary.
  
  When she graduated from high school, her father couldn’t bear to watch as she tried to pick up the pieces from a mistake that went on for too long. He sent her away, but she always came back, like she was haunting him—in reality, she only wanted to see if he was getting better. If the men had stopped. If her uncle was 6 feet under.
  
  Yuze went to community college: success to her, wasn’t summed up in the school you went to, the childhood you had, no. Success meant this:
  
  To watch the men who’d terrorized her family burn.
  
  It started with small things at first, a band of misfit friends, ones who shared the same sentiments as her—from offering small deals with others on campus, ensuring that their wrongdoers would get their comeuppance. Eventually, it led to something bigger. A network of people, a series of arcade machines hidden throughout the area, coded to offer justice when the law couldn’t. Minimal payment needed, no one to face in case one wanted to keep a low profile. Then came a small, unsuspecting comic book store with a hidden room for meetings. It remains here: in Raccoon City. A fitting name to pair.
  
  She found the men, found their families, their backgrounds and day jobs. Everything. She knew it all. Her obsession came to a close when their boss came into the picture: if she took down those two, she would have to end up taking out the big one. Maybe that’s what put her group on the map; the more traction, however, the more danger.
  
  The small network grew larger with each year, eventually with branches spanning across different cities; some, however, broke off. What she stood for had been twisted by others, inciting violence when it wasn’t needed, choosing crime over justice. She detested them.
  
  Her occupation stays in Raccoon City, as do those that are loyal to her. She takes care of her own.
  

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• Consolidating Stats...

  
  Stats will be used to determine what your character can do in certain situations.
  
  E.g. The hunter was nowhere to be seen, but you know that it’s only a matter of time until it finds you. In front of you is a fallen cabinet, there is a space to crawl but not enough. It would require strength to lift the cabinet up and make the space large enough to crawl in.
  
  

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  • Stealth ◍◍○
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