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  Name
  
  Poppy
  
  Age
  
  20
  
  Personality
  
  Poppy...well Poppy considers herself bat-shit crazy in all the right ways. She’s like an overly excitable little girl, although her excitement comes more from blood, guts, death, and hot metal firing away rather than boys, or other silly nonsense. No matter what gun it is you can about bet your ass that

  Ohhhh man...this baby can purr....and she makes me purr....mmmm Poppy, after firing a really big gun

  Poppy not only knows her way around it but could also take it apart and resemble it perfectly. Guns, explosives, and death all excite Poppy far more than anyone or thing has ever managed to do. Poppy’s greatest love is the cool smooth gunmetal of most any gun, the way it shakes as she pulls the trigger, the death it delivers to those of her choosing.
  
  Biography
  
  Poppy is from an outer world known as Helion-Sigma, a rather lawless world where the strong survive and the weak die. Her actual birthplace is unknown to even her at this point in time. She simply remembers stowing away on a ship from somewhere and getting dumped on Helion-Sigma. Her first few years consisted of the weakness being beaten out of her as she was kicked around the streets of Helion, but eventually there was none of this weakness left. And so it was make it or break it time, and Poppy made it. Oh she made it rain blood, assorted body parts, and various shell casings over the next 10 years.
  
  And then news got out about Pandora and it’s vault and, being Poppy, she couldn’t help but feel like Pandora sounded like her place, and with treasure to boot! Oh yes Poppy would blaze a storm across Pandora...
  
  Action Skill
  
  Make it Rain
  
  Poppy begins firing a metric fuckton of explosive rounds and, typically, her victims become showers of gore and guts.​
  
  
  
  
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  Abigail
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name
  
  
  Abigail
  
  
  Age
  
  
  19
  
  
  Gender
  
  
  Female
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Due to the circumstances of Abigail's life she is rather quiet, lacking in confidence, and extremely hesitant to initiate interaction between her and another. Her personality could be initially described as introverted but it will be found that, rather than being against interacting with anyone completely, she has never had anyone she's desired interaction with.
  
  
  A life of being Hydra's test piggy has certainly left Abigail with deep and strong emotional scars that will be hard to overcome. But given certain developments it will be a trivial matter to do so given the time she will have on this planet.
  
  
  History
  
  
  Abigail has lived her entire life as a test subject of HYDRA. Nothing for her has ever been her choice. Her conception was planned by HYDRA, her birth was in a HYDRA facility, and not once did she feel the warmth of a mother. Right out of the womb her life was a storm of experimentation and testing. Her home was a 10x10 room with no windows, and she knew no more than that and what the childrens books she was given showed her. And it was little at that.
  
  
  The 'scientist' as they called themselves took little effort to teach her anything other than the basics of speech and, in all honesty acted as if she was simply another specimen rather than a human being. Her mother, a higher ranking HYDRA agent, didn't care one bit about her from day one, and so she was alone. Simply subject 1937.
  
  
  The name Abigail did not come until later on in her life, an action of rebellion, small at that but big in meaning. A decision she made at the age of sixteen Abigail decided that, although she would possibly be trapped in this place for the rest of her life, she would no longer let them own her. In her own young mind she felt that naming herself would be an act of rebellion, one that would put her mind at ease.
  
  
  It served as little more than a boost of confidence over the next three years of testing. Never once was she told why throughout the nineteen years of her life. In fact she was told nothing. It was a weekly event of injection followed by a painful stab by something bigger that always left an oozing wound and the rest of the week was for healing and for whatever she was injected with to clear from her system.
  
  
  It would not be until the last few days before her unknown departure that success was made. The latest test was just as painful as the previous tests, pushing through her skin with it's usual harsh bite. But it's retraction was what amazed her and those gathered. As the small blade pulled out of her skin it simply closed up behind it, leaving no wound or even a scar...
  
  
  The testing was complete, a success overall. Abigail was told then that they had big plans for her, what those were she knew not, and thankfully would not ever.
  
  
  
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  Name: Abigail Weston
  
  
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  Description
  
  
  Abigail is a short, shy, soft spoken girl who has never really expected herself to succeed. She stands shortly at five four and has a slender hourglass figure. Her hair is a deep black and always cut short, accenting an angular face that could be considered attractive by many. Her voice is soft and quiet from her shy nature. Her body is slim but well-toned, accenting her personality and bearing.
  
  
  She typically holds herself in a more slumped and held back posture. She never steps forward first or volunteers before others, mostly taking the position of a follower rather than a leader. When not in her standard uniform she typically wears dull average colors that aren't meant to draw attention. But in her case this style typically works against her, bringing the attention to her natural beauty rather than to how she dresses. Abigail's chest rests at a comfortable C size in her own opinion.
  
  
  Age: 21
  
  
  DOB: August 17th, 856
  
  
  Birthplace: Within an outer city of wall Rose.
  
  
  Current Residence: Straight out of training, no permanent residence taken up yet.
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Height: 5'4"
  
  
  Weight: 132#
  
  
  Hair Color: black
  
  
  Eye Color: Hazel
  
  
  Body Type: Ectomorph
  
  
  Voice Type: Soprano
  
  
  Affiliation: Survey Corps
  
  
  Rank: Rookie
  
  
  Equipment: Standard Titan Slayer ODM gear.
  
  
  Combat Style: Hard Style
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Abigail is, and always has been, quite a shy girl. Something that never changed as she became a woman, and seemed to grow stronger as she became victim to advances made by numerous people with romantic inclinations. As such she tends to carry herself in a meek quiet manner as if she never wants to be seen. She herself thinks of herself as a rather unimportant person and tends to be a little bit surprised when someone attempts communication of a more in-depth variety rather than the standard courtesy and chit-chat that she has learned to pay people in an effort to avoid awkward positions. When ever she does engage in conversation her voice tends to be soft-spoken and a bit strenuous to hear.
  
  
  As a child growing up both of Abigail’s parents were deeply religious and extremely believing in the idea that a well-disciplined child was a good child. So throughout her young life Abigail was forced to suffer under the brutal disciplinary rules of her parents. Her parent's, unfortunately in this matter, loved her deeply and so sought to teach her themselves and were highly disciplinary in their way of teaching as well as her normal life. Simple grammar mistakes were met with Abigail getting cuffed over the head typically, more major punishments reserved for heavier discrepancies. This ever looming chance of punishment eventually caused Abigail to become extremely indecisive in her choices. She constantly second guesses herself and expects that her first choice will be incorrect.
  
  
  Growing up this caused Abigail to become the shy girl she is now, and the lack of positive reinforcement throughout her early childhood caused her to begin thinking of herself as unimportant and even at times useless. Because of this Abigail rarely pursued friendship or even actual communication outside of home, which in itself was a rare occurrence. All of these are fundamental aspects that caused Abigail to become the girl she is now, a shy soft spoken girl who could be akin to a blossoming flower. A mere flower bud that has yet had the chance to truly blossom and spread her petals.
  
  
  Strengths Most of Abigail’s strength lays within a mostly untapped potential. She herself is in possession of a well-toned athletic body that, if used correctly, would be excellent in usage with the ODM gear that is standard equipment. If she could ever manage to get over her indecision she would find herself to have a rather keen instinct on what to do when the time calls for it. On top of this Abigail is rather artistic, although she has never had much of a chance to test her talent, though she seems to have a natural eye for beauty.
  
  
  Weaknesses
  
  
  Abigail’s strengths all lay buried beneath her weaknesses, she's an extremely shy girl who doesn't believe herself to be worth too much. Although she's extremely shy due to her childhood, her mind and emotions still yearn for basic interaction and she finds herself attempting conversation with others frequently, although most of her attempts are fumbling and simply end up making her look a fool. Abigail's natural instincts are all buried deep beneath a cold hard indecisive block that causes her to second guess herself and rarely speak up whenever she knows the correct response for a query made. Looming over all of this is an intense phobia of fire born from an event in her past.
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  Abigail was born to Destiny and Adam Weston. A rather happy couple who had met some years prior through the church. They were both citizens living behind wall Rose in a small wall fold city. Their relationship was slow to start as the two probed at each other’s personality, mutually agreeing that it was best to get a good feel for each other before the relationship divulged further. A few years followed before the two finally wed in fall of the year 855. Their friends and family were happy, if not exasperated at the time it took to finally happen. All of them could agree they were a good match for each other and should have wed sooner. About a year after they had wed Abigail was born into their lives.
  
  
  The two loved Abigail deeply and wished the best for their daughter, but unfortunately in this circumstance the best meant strict discipline and strict home schooling in an effort to raise what they believed to be a well raised child. This all included a brutal, just shy of cruel, discipline and schooling regime that severely impacted Abigail's overall personality. Abigail was home taught and learned that it was better not to answer at all rather than get it wrong by her father, who rewarded incorrect answers with a drastic reaction. Abigail’s mother was far softer on her daughter but never disagreed with what her father sought to do. She would always console Abigail, tell her that it would be alright, and make sure that she was never really hurt. Abigail's mother saw their actions as a necessary evil. Her father thoroughly believed he was molding his daughter for greatness later on in life. Both were rather incorrect in their views.
  
  
  Their parents constantly attempted to push religion onto their daughter in the following years. At first Abigail went along with it, but later in her early life she began to resent the religion secretly, simply lying to her parents to get by until she eventually left home later in her life. Abigail was mostly shut inside their home behind wall Rose and as such she never made friends as a child. Her primary form of entertainment eventually became coloring, drawing, and painting as she grew older. Her secret way of release from her hardships that she could only take part in when her father was working. Her mother typically left Abigail to her studies a majority of her time, not that she ever ignored her child, she just simply believed Abigail the numerous times she was told she was studying and eventually developed a habit of leaving her to her studies. Abigail found that she had a particular knack for the skill, although she made sure to keep it a secret from her parents. Abigail had a constant fear that her only source of release and entertainment would be hijacked and become a part of her brutal home schooling if her parents were to discover the talent. A well-founded fear that most likely preserved her sanity in the long run.
  
  
  At the age of 17 Abigail’s house fell victim to a violent and harsh fire that raged through their home city. Both Abigail’s parents managed to escape, although Abigail herself was trapped inside and nearly died from smoke inhalation. She was only saved through the valiant efforts of a young survey corps member who happened to nearby assisting when the tragedy struck. Afterwards Abigail and her family moved to their Aunts house, another woman who was deeply involved in religion. Unfortunately for Abigail her aunt was far more like her father than her mother and agreed highly with him. Gone were the days when she could disappear to her art when father was away, as even when he was gone their aunt was not. Life and her schooling became considerably harder afterwards up until Abigail turned 19.
  
  
  When Abigail turned 19 she'd finally decided that she'd had enough. That night Abigail had reached the brink of her tolerance and confronted her parents in what became an explosive teary shouting bout that ended with Abigail storming out the back door and not looking back, tears streaming down her face. No longer could she handle living with her parents, and no longer would she. She'd made her choice and left, immediately going to join the Survey Corps, inspired to do so by the boy who had saved her two years prior. Abigail didn't join immediately though as she had planned.
  
  
  In her first attempt Abigail fell victim to nerves and fled the scene. From then on out Abigail bounced around various jobs, working for small pay and a place to stay most of the time. This lasted until she was twenty, nearly a full year. Abigail happened to be assisting at a food stall, doing the more menial labor that the vendor didn't wish to do, when fate struck. The current customer happened to be the man from 3 years ago and recognized her immediately. Much to Abigail's surprise he stuck up conversation with her, asking her how she'd been and even making suggestive advances towards her a bit. But after a bit of talking he learned of her situation and found pity in her. Without another wasted moment he marched her to the Survey Corp recruitment area himself and assisted her with recruitment.
  
  
  Abigail was quite stunned by his actions but didn't stop him, and within the week she was leaving her home town for training. Her training was slower, taking a full year, at which point she became 21, before it finally reached its conclusion. Her speed was mostly due to her physical stature and state, which wasn't the best at the time. Not only her physical state but her emotional state made it hard for her to succeed as fast as the other Trainee's. She wasn't exactly bent on success and as such became her greatest enemy. Eventually she managed to scrape by and finally graduated. At this point Abigail's life is rather uncertain, whether she survives the coming events or not is quite completely up to herself and those around her.
  
  
  
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  Name: Adelaide Swan
  
  
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  Description: Adelaide is far from the traditional idea of a woman. She's short, light, and boy does she have an attitude. Adelaide is easily classified as what many would call a tomboy. She never lets her hair grow out long, keeping it cut short for a woman in a more boyish spiked style. Her hair is a naturally dark brunette, dyed further to be black, and always has some sort of coloration to it in the form of streaks. The frequency in her color changes is unknown but has been weekly and at other times monthly, even once sticking with a color for months on end.
  
  
  Her smile is one that speaks volumes of a curious playful woman who greatly enjoys mischief. Her teeth are straight and white, a surprise considering the amount of times she's been punched in the mouth in fights as a younger child. Both ears are pierced with small clear gem studs, neither offering much in the way of bright vibrancy but still complementing her appearance in an attractive way. Adelaide could be considered attractive in a more gruff way, not like a Barbie doll. She still has a pretty face and her body is well toned. Although when her face occasionally finds itself covered in grease when she is able to partake in her chosen hobby it still somehow seems to compliment the image her appearance gives. Her chest sits around the C range though it is usually secured with a tight sports bra.
  
  
  Age: 23
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  DOB: 5/17/1993
  
  
  Birthplace: Caroleth
  
  
  Current Residence: Areino Base, Osea
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
  
  
  Ethnicity: Osean
  
  
  Height: 5'5"
  
  
  Weight: 129#
  
  
  Hair Color: Adelaide's hair color is naturally brunette but she has dyed in streaks of Maroon.
  
  
  Eye Color: Hazel
  
  
  Body Type: Mesomorph
  
  
  Voice Type: Soprano
  
  
  Station: Areino Base, Osea
  
  
  Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
  
  
  Personal Aircraft: F-16C
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Adelaide's F-16C is a slightly modified variant which she herself modified in her free time. The modifications are all centered on increased speed and maneuverability at the cost of durability.
  
  
  *Increased maneuverability
  
  
  *Increased speed capability
  
  
  -Decreased durability
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Adelaide is always on a swivel, she claims that not a detail ever escapes her gaze. She is intelligent naturally and made sure to learn as much as she could on her way through the academy, her chosen subject for her degree was aviation and aviation mechanics. In any confrontation, whether in the sky or on the ground, or something as simple as a game, Adelaide attempts to always stay ahead of her opponent, thinking up a variety of movements, maneuvers, or actions ahead of time. Adelaide refuses to back down from an objective upon deciding to complete it, no matter what it is. Some would simply write this off as being as stubborn as an ox but Adelaide sees it as having a strong will. She's brave and seems fearless, although her fearlessness simply comes from her ability to keep a level head.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Adelaide, although she's studied theories, practices, and various other techniques, is still untested in true combat. Not even she knows how she will react to a true combat scenario. Although her primary weakness is her willingness to rise to a fight, not that she seeks them out, but she won't hesitate to rise to a challenge and will fight anyone, male or female, who wants to tussle. She has a tendency to ignore orders when she feels like it, although she refrains from ignoring the more serious ones to avoid receiving some sort of punishment.
  
  
  Her dark secret and possibly greatest weakness is an extreme phobia of fire. Not matches or little campfires, but building fires, raging infernos, things like that are what truly scare her, far more than they do a normal person.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Adelaide is not remotely close to the traditional image of a woman. Short, attractive, and all wrapped up in a playful, mischievous personality that doesn't hesitate to voice her opinion. And voice it she does, loudly. As a child Adelaide was constantly getting into school yard scraps with the other kids, predominantly the boys of her class. And the older she got the more fights she got into. This constant fighting hardened her a bit, and gave way to the brave and fierce woman she is now.
  
  
  Adelaide has an odd habit of giving anyone she works with or gets close to a nickname. Depending on her impression of you the nickname might be simple, affectionate, or insulting. More than one cocky guy who thought he could get a rise out of her has earned the nickname "Cupcake", or "Princess". Simple nicknames, although they still do the job. Many such a guy has also discovered that a request to "cut it out" with the nickname will earn a mischievous smile and the usage of the nickname at every possible moment.
  
  
  The odd habit is simply the beginning of her mischievous tendencies. Adelaide will never pass up a chance to do something she knows she shouldn抰. The more trouble possible the better, although she doesn't ever just do anything out right illegal or anything that can earn her some serious trouble. And she also refrains from doing anything that could harmful or simply spiteful towards someone she dislikes. Most of her antics are tamer, a bit more directed at some quick fun. A loose bolt here, bit of twisting there, and suddenly every chair in a room has an odd habit of falling apart upon weight being added to it.
  
  
  Although it has never been discovered, Adelaide has a soft spot for fuzzy animals. One fuzzy animal in particular, a small kitten that she managed to get approval to have through a lot of insistent begging and extra work for the base commander.
  
  
  Biography:
  
  
  Adelaide was born in Caroleth to John and Macy Swan. Her parents were a rather healthy and loving couple and so her early childhood was secure and healthy as well. Although the family didn't have too much in the way of money they had enough to get by. Adelaide never went hungry. As Adelaide grew older she grew steadily more rambunctious. At the age of 5 she was a handful for both of her parents to tame and they were thankful then that they only had one child. But it would only get worse from there.
  
  
  Elementary school was an entirely different ordeal. Adelaide had a very rough early education, and that's sugar coating it. She didn't fit in with the other kids at all. Bullying was a constant thing for a while. Until one day, one boy, one insult to far. To this day Adelaide can't remember for the life of her what the boy said, she just remembers the crunch of bone as she reared back and slammed her forehead into the boys nose. It was his fault really, not only had he been bullying her but he also decided to get up in her face. Insults Adelaide could tolerate. But someone getting that close and spitting in her face as he spoke? Hah, nope.
  
  
  Adelaide found a fierce personal victory in watching the boy scramble away with a shout and start to cry. She'd managed to break his nose with only her forehead, a personal achievement that she still reminisces about to this day. From then on out the bullying declined quickly. Any potential attempt to bully her would usually end in a fight with her as the victor. She became the top dog, king of the hill. Until middle school. Puberty hit, everyone else kept growing, she didn't.
  
  
  Middle school was an entirely different matter. It didn't take long for her to be bullied again. And this time the ones doing it were bigger than her, a lot bigger and older. It wasn't a surprise that more than a few times she ended up on the receiving end of an ass kicking instead but that never dissuaded her. She would always get back up, and if fighting couldn't achieve her goals against a certain opponent then she opted for more devious tricks. Like super gluing a bag of dog hair to someone's back. She never revealed how she managed it exactly but she will always reply that it informed the utmost in stealth and adolescent badassery.
  
  
  When high school rolled around things evened out. Adelaide found a crowd who was more down to her level, she had real friends, and she began to branch out with her sexuality. She found that although she was content with either gender in general, she could never really find someone who could handle her in the long run. No one could really handle Adelaide ever, not even her parents, who over the years had steadily become more disappointed in her, not that she cared. She loved her parents dearly but they could never really connect to her. They just couldn't see eye to eye. Adelaide was a girl more into combat boots, cargo pants, and piercings. Her parents wanted her in skirts and heels, they wanted a little princess. It was even worse when she introduced them to her first girlfriend.
  
  
  Her freshman year the school she was attending had a special event, an academy night. Various military academy recruiters came with presentations and information galore about their academy. Adelaide managed to surprise even herself in her choice to attend, spurned by free food, wifi, and an opportunity to get away from her parents for a night. Much of the night was boring and of course she hid in the back corner snacking on various free snacks and drinks. But when the air force presentation began Adelaide found it strange that she was less focused on snacking and more focused on the presentation itself. And she ended up paying attention to the entire presentation from start to finish and left that night with a bag full of information books and other sources of provided information regarding the Air Force academy and how to get in. She wasn't exactly interested just yet so much as she was intrigued.
  
  
  But in the following days as she skimmed the info she found herself becoming more and more interested, two things caught her eye for sure though, piloting and Aviation mechanics. After that it didn't take long for her to dedicate herself to this path, a path that didn't exactly sit well with her parents. They weren't too keen on the idea of their only daughter joining the military and made their objections clear, but Adelaide ignored them. So upon graduating high school, applying, and the eventual acceptance to the academy Adelaide bid her parents farewell and left home, much to their great disappointment. It was no surprise that they didn't try to contact her much from then on out and Adelaide slowly grew more and more distant to them in her four years at the Academy. At first Adelaide was sad in regards to the lack of contact. She still loved her parents, but she could conform to what they wanted from her. So, although it took some time, Adelaide moved on. She stopped trying to call, stopped writing. They no longer wanted anything to do with her and do she said goodbye for good.
  
  
  Academy life was hard at first on Adelaide. The personal fitness requirements nearly had her out in the beginning but she managed to pull it all together and succeed. From then on out she remained on top of her studies. Her primary major was to become a certified military pilot, although she also took every class she could to learn Aviation mechanics. In her last year of the academy she had managed to begin modifying a standard F-16C that she would receive upon graduation. Adelaide's only current regrets are the distance her choices made between her and her parents, but if ever asked she would not make different choices. Ever. Adelaide is extremely happy that she has made it to where she is now, and even more surprised that she managed to not get shipped out yet with how she tends to act.
  
  
  

 

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  Rhody Simmons
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  Age:
  
  23
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  Personality:
  
  Rhody hates one thing above all others: boredom. She will doing anything to keep the feeling at bay, fighting and killing being a few of her favorite ways to do so. She is one of those people who never like to do things the easy way and prefer a challenge. This leads her to do some drastic things, especially in battle, putting her life in immediate danger just for the thrill. Rhody doesn’t care what others think, she will do exactly what she wants to do and not a single person is going to get in her way. She could care less what others do, if they benefit her it’s a plus and if they are against her…well it’s a way to relieve her boredom.
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  History:
  
  Rhody started off as a normal child, she had loving parents, a few siblings, her life was normal. She had it all but none of it was enough to cure her, she suffered from a horrible disease: boredom. She ran away from her perfect home to search for a cure, anything that could remove this madness. For a few months she searched, not finding anything that could help her predicament but then she stumbled upon a group of bandits. The group was robbing a convoy, guns were being fired, a vehicle exploded, people jumping from car to car, screaming, it exhilarated Rhody. From that moment she knew this was the life she was meant to lead, this was how she was to cure her boredom.
  
  She joined up with the bandits not long after her experience, which was when a new problem for her arose: she never really learned how to use a weapon. And so the training began, she was tested with all sorts of weapons but the buzzaxe stood out to her. It could cut through bodies like butter, made a sound that filled her with excitement, and brought her into the middle of a battle where boredom was never an option…it was perfect.
  
  Once her weapon was chosen, she practiced with it against her fellow bandits. She defended her group against the bandits of other groups that made the poor choice of invading their territory, even taking the mask off her first kill and keeping it as her own. Once again Rhody had it all, the friends, the action, the money, but that boredom returned. She decided to leave her old life for a new one, it worked well for her last time. She began jumping around from group to group looking for a cure to her boredom. She began making a living this way, killing for both profit and fun, constantly jumping from place to place, she almost began to get bored with it. Then, she heard someone talk about a mysterious vault… “Sounds like an adventure.”
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  Name:
  
  Cheri Goodwin
  
  Nickname:
  
  Corrosion
  
  Age:
  
  20
  
  Sex:
  
  Female
  
  Nationality:
  
  Caucasian
  
  Disabilities:
  
  Two Parasitic Symbiotes

  Appearance

  
  
  Height:
  
  5'2"
  
  Weight:
  
  118, 134 with symbiotes
  
  Complexion:
  
  fair
  
  Hair color:
  
  Darkish brown with blonde highlights
  
  Eye color:
  
  Greenish, white with symbiotes
  
  General health:
  
  Constantly diminishing unless supplied with sustenance for symbiotes

  Bio

  
  
  Siblings:
  
  Two older siblings; one sister, one brother
  
  Happiest memory:
  
  Obtaining an internship for a professions she was excited about
  
  Childhood traumatic event(s) that continues to affect her:
  
  Conditioning by people she thought were her friends caused her to be very possessive of people and more often than not bend over backwards and let other people control her life because that was she was taught to do in order to keep her friends. When she was little there was a scavenger hunt thrown for her birthday party, she thought that there might be something for her in the playhouse in the wooden fort of her backyard, when she went to check it she thought she saw a spider that was the size of the entire playhouse wall, she screamed and ran out of the plastic house never to return again, although it was revealed that the spider was her imagination, it looked so real that she refuses to believe that as the correct answer.
  
  Education:
  
  College student
  
  Successes/Acheivements:
  
  She received an intership at a research facility for a future job
  
  Failures:
  
  She is not the top of her class which caused her to barely make it into an intership at the research facility. She tried to rescue a test subject at the facility and was punsihed to the point where she was turned into a test subject herself.
  
  Obstacles in life:
  
  Opening up to people is very difficult for her
  
  Special skills:
  
  She has a selective memory, meaning that she can easily remember things that she needs (numbers, names, locations) but this requires sacrificing other memories (childhood events)
  
  Gifts/talents:
  
  intelligent in biology
  
  Philosophy in life:
  
  Don't die

  The Current Situation

  
  
  Occupation:
  
  Test subject
  
  Relationships:
  
  She hates the researchers and has never seen the other subjects since becoming one herself-the researchers fear that the symbiotes would leave their shared host before being adequately bonded
  
  Fears:
  
  Spiders, and researchers
  
  Addictive behavior:
  
  being lazy
  
  Personal detail most ashamed of:
  
  Always bending over backward for people
  
  Personal strengths:
  
  Good swimmer, extremely charismatic
  
  Personal weaknesses:
  
  wants people to like her so she will bend over backwards for them, not very ambitious, lazy, weak without symbiotes, pessimistic

  Symbiotes

  
  
  Names:
  
  Acetone, Shrapnel
  
  Personality - Shrapnel:
  
  Shrapnel is a prankster, loving to keep things interesting by pissing everyone off, known as an extreme optimist nothing can get in Shrapnel’s way (he believes anyways), having very few hosts before Cheri he often shows his carelessness by feeding off of her more than he should, he is power hungry and likes to be the one that controls Cheri’s body and voice, this often shows his lack of thinking things through and sarcastic nature, Shrapnel loves to create schemes with his counterpart to create fun and havoc and voices his opinion often.
  
  Personality - Acetone:
  
  Acetone has had quite a few hosts before Cheri therefore he can easily recognize when a host is hitting their limit, Acetone is also an optimist like his counterpart, Acetone loves to creep people out usually completing this by delving into his host’s memories to learn all of the disgusting details of a person that the host may know and then revealing it to said person, due to this disturbing love Acetone has remembered quite a bit of information from his other hosts thus allowing him to recognize and place many different individuals, Acetone loves to have fun and enjoys his partner’s antics but is not afraid to voice his own opinion.

  
  
  
  
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[Refaulted]

• Borderlands Character
• Marvel Character
• Haunted House Thing Character

• 
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  Name:
  
  Aaron Bistros, the dotEXEcutioner
  
  Age:
  
  Unknown, possible mid 30s to 40s
  
  Personality:
  
  Aaron is rather closed off at times. He doesn't talk much about himself on his own choice, but is not completely distant when someone asks. He will only tell them a limited amounts of information, thinking it will distract him from whatever he is doing at the present time if he gives them a longer, drowned-out version. He is rather calm in nearly any situation, knowing that a level head is better than anything else. Any ideas he comes up for a fight usually are dangerous, usually with him and others charging into a fight so they can defeat the enemy from the inside and work their way outwards.
  
  History:
  
  Not much is known about Aaron. Most of the people that remember him tend to be local bar-goers and the occasional law enforcement of any sort of well-off city on a multitude of planets. Most people remember him for his eerie appearance, the dark and foreboding garb he wears making him seem like a sort of executioner. The metal mask that prevents people from seeing his face also make for quite an intimidating look. It gives his voice a more airy tune to it, almost like he is barely human himself. But, he is adamant that he is one.
  
  
  When a brave soul asks about Aaron and his past, he gives them the basic rundown. He works as a bounty hunter sometimes, and other times he is an explorer. He was born on the planet Pandora, though he soon was relocated with his now dead parents to another planet called Hidro. He learned how to hunt from his father, and learned how to take care of himself from his mother. When he was old enough, he left Hidro, and began exploring the other planets. He began becoming a more avid hunter, hunting down people for cash if anyone needed it done. He soon returned to Hidro to check on his parents, only to find them killed. After that, he wandered the galaxy, doing what he did best for cash.
  
  
  One day, Aaron received a message. News came to him easily, which made it easy for him to learn of the apparent riches located on Pandora. Aaron was not interested in looking for this mysterious Vault at first, but soon began finding he was not as accepted on his usual planets compared to before. He began becoming that of an intergalactic criminal, being hunted down himself for his hunting. In the end, he collected all the money he had and paid for a trip to Pandora as soon as possible...
  
  
  
  
  Abilities/Action Skill:
  
  G0L3MTR4P
  
  
  Aaron can digistruct a large metal beast to help him fight. This robot resembles a giant lumbering golem, hence it's name. It walks around, and helps in drawing fire from enemies, giving Aaron chances to take them out. It also shares a shield with Aaron, as well as the element of it's attacks based on Aaron's currently equipped weapon.
  
  
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• 
  
  
  

  Basics

  
  
  
  Name: Lucas Versailes
  
  
  Nickname: Canvas
  
  
  Age: 31
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Nationality: Irish-American
  
  
  

  Appearance

  
  
  
  Height: 6'3"
  
  
  Weight: 195 lbs.
  
  
  Eye Color: Grey/Amber
  
  
  Hair Style: Shoulder-length, slightly curly
  
  
  Hair Color: Black with one red streak
  
  
  Build: Lean, slightly fit
  
  
  Complexion: Pale
  
  
  Extra: Most of Lucas's body is covered by tattoos. These tattoos range from roses and thorns to artistic Bible quotes. His arms house snake-like tattoos mainly, and words are inscribed on his fingers. The most noticeable tattoos are the two located on the backs of his hands; one of a blue flame that seems to move on its own on his left hand, and a purple eye on his right. A golden coin also is tattooed on his right cheek.
  
  
  

  Bio

  WIP
  
  
  

  Specialties

  WIP

  
  
  
  
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  Character
  
  
  

 

[sonicfreak101]

• Marvel Character

• 
  
  
  

  Vital Statistics

  
  
  
  Name: Emma Owens
  
  
  Nickname: Mama Dragon
  
  
  Reasons for Name: Ask Shrapnel
  
  
  Age: 29
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  Nationality: Caucasian
  
  
  Disabilities: PTSD
  
  
  Physical Appearance:
  
  
  Height: 5'11"
  
  
  Build: Very fit
  
  
  Weight: 220 (Cause Muscles)
  
  
  Complexion: Pale
  
  
  Color of Hair: Dark brown
  
  
  Quality of Hair: Thick
  
  
  Usual Hairstyle: Short
  
  
  Color of Eyes: Yellow
  
  
  Facial Features: Cat eyes and fangs
  
  
  Distinguishing Features: Has wings, talons, tail, horns, etc. She’s kind of hard to miss
  
  
  General Health: more than excellent, due to dragon-ness she will live much longer than a normal person
  
  
  Style of Dress: weird backless hoodie, jeans
  
  
  Grooming: not much, she doesn't care enough
  
  
  

  Early Childhood

  
  
  
  Birthplace: Washington, United States
  
  
  Father’s Parenting Style/Occupation/Attitude: not home often/construction/ loving
  
  
  Mother’s Parenting Style/Occupation/Attitude: not home often/waitress/loving
  
  
  Siblings: Three brothers
  
  
  Relationships with Family Members: excellent
  
  
  Financial Situation: upper lower class
  
  
  Childhood Traumas: dad’s accident
  
  
  Childhood event that continues to affect her: See above
  
  
  Biographical Details:
  
  
  Education: high school graduate
  
  
  Occupation History: Marines
  
  
  Successes/Achievements: Earned the rank of sergeant
  
  
  Failures: never went to college
  
  
  Obstacles in Life: never went to college, not a lot of money, currently getting experimented on in a facility
  
  
  Special Skills: combat experience, half dragon, good with guns, good team leader, good at following orders
  
  
  Gifts/Talents: imaginative, good at looking at things from different angles
  
  
  Geographical History: Washington, Afghanistan at some point
  
  
  Hobbies: martial arts, reading, singing
  
  
  Favorite Food/Drink: meat/ soda
  
  
  Usual Haunts: Research Facility
  
  
  Philosophy in Life: no one can take hope away from you unless you choose to surrender it
  
  
  Religion: catholic
  
  
  

  Present Situation

  
  
  
  Marital Status: Single
  
  
  Occupation: facility test subject
  
  
  Happiness in Occupation: NOT happy
  
  
  What she would rather be doing: being with military friends
  
  
  Relationship with Researchers/other subjects: hates them, wants to murder them/ wants to help them
  
  
  Financial Situation: test subject=no moneys
  
  
  Quality of Home Life: Stuck in a research faculty
  
  
  Typical Daily Routine: wake up, eat food, physical trials, poked with needles, eat food, go to sleep
  
  
  Secret Life:
  
  
  Phobias: horror movies, loosing her loved ones, causing others harm/becoming a monster
  
  
  Worst thing that could happen to her: losing her loved ones, people coming after her thinking she is monster, killing innocents
  
  
  Best thing that could happen to her: being accepted by others, experience world outside, cure for dragon-ness
  
  
  Addictive Behavior: stuffed animal hoarding
  
  
  Personal detail most ashamed of: bloodlust, physical looks
  
  
  What she would most likely change about herself: her dragon-ness, her blood-lust
  
  
  What she mostly wants from life: people to accept her, being able to help others
  
  
  Personal Goals: get out of facility
  
  
  Personal Strengths: brave, altruistic (sometimes), empathetic, imaginative, loyal, strong-willed
  
  
  Personal Weaknesses: hot tempered, self conscious, clumsy, selfish in that she doesn’t want to go back to her family because she is finally her own person, overprotective
  
  
  Compulsions: hoarding
  
  
  Obsessions: stuffed animals
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

 

[izayoiix]

• MARVEL

• 
  
  
  
  FILE Kai Lankford
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Nickname | Age | Gender
  
  
  Kai-ya | 24 | Female
  
  
  Birth Date | City of Birth
  
  
  May 15 | Chicago, IL
  
  
  Sexual Orientation | Relationship Status
  
  
  Heterosexual | Single
  
  
  Height | Weight
  
  
  5'5" | 127 lbs.
  
  
  Scars/Piercings/Tattoos
  
  
  Rose Vine tattoo along her left arm and shoulder
  
  
  Notable Relationships
  
  
  Melinda May - Mentor and Mother figure [ alive ]
  
  
  Jenna Lankford - Former adopted mother [ deceased ]
  
  
  Tyler Lankford - Adoptive brother [ unknown ]
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  JOB

  Clearance
  
  
  Level 8
  
  
  Role
  
  
  Combat & Espionage Specialist
  
  
  Criminal Record
  
  
  Petty Theft
  
  
  Known Languages
  
  
  English, Japanese, Chinese, Greek, Italian, Russian

  
  
  
  

  INTERESTS

  Hobbies
  
  
  Training
  
  
  Reading
  
  
  Listening to Music
  
  
  Goals/Desires
  
  
  Help people and the world
  
  
  Thank May for giving her this life
  
  
  Find out what happened to Tyler

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  BACKGROUND
  
  
  

  
  ​
  
  
  
  Born to a recently homeless woman and dead father, Kai was given her name by a caring woman at a Shelter who helped her mother give birth since they couldn't get to a hospital in time, nor could they afford to pay for any bills. Amazingly the baby girl didn't get ill and was perfectly healthy, if on the small side. Her mother seemed to love her and enjoy taking her with her everywhere as she tried to find money, but as it became obvious that everyone was judged within seconds, no one would hire a homeless woman with a baby attached to her hip in this big a city. No one would give the new mother a chance, and the only way she could earn money to even try to support her daughter was to sell her body. Kai was always left with a kind and trustworthy worker at the Shelter they stayed at as often as possible while her mother went off and tried her best to make money.
  
  
  
  This continued for about five years with her mother often 'forgetting' to pick her up from the workers, causing them to either leave the young child or take her home with them for the night. They were kind-hearted people so they refused to just leave the innocent girl alone, but they were upset about doing it continuously. It got to a point so bad that one woman, Jenna Lankford finally decided to never bring Kai back. Jenna had a nice home and plenty of money to support the little five year old, so she did. When Kai's mother left her with Jenna on the night of her sixth birthday the woman left quickly. Leaving Chicago the woman took Kai to New York, staying in an area close to the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.
  
  
  It wasn't hard for Kai to fall in love with her new mother. She was kind and attentive and always warm and fed, there wasn't anything to dislike. For five years she lived in New York, attending school and living with Jenna, even taking on her last name. She didn't have many friends, coming into the area so late, but she was friendly, if a bit shy. She was liked by many, but never got close to anyone because she didn't know how to make an effort to be anything other than quiet. For six years Kai lived with Jenna and, after two years of living with her, Tyler, who became her older brother, for reasons Kai didn't know. Just that he was in trouble and Jenna was the only one who could look after him. Kai didn't mind and got along with the older boy easily. He was five years older than her and often teased her for her quiet nature. Life was good.
  
  
  It was the night of her eleventh birthday that everything fell to ruin. Tyler had been gone for the week, something personal according to Jenna, and her adoptive mother was going to throw a small party once he got back, but they were still going to celebrate that night, just the two of them. Kai couldn't wait.
  
  
  She'd been at the park playing with a few other girls, and was running late to get home. She was skipping up the steps of their building when she realized that the lights were off. Finding that strange, but having seen stranger from before Jenna took her in, she carried on, climbing the two flights of stairs to reach her home. Unlocking their door and stepping inside Kai started to become worried at seeing all the lights out and no sounds of shuffling. Turning on the lights, she was shocked to see the murdered form of her mother. Frozen in horror, she almost missed the warning written in blood on the wall. You're next...
  
  
  Scared beyond belief, Kai took off. Not bothering to grab anything she ran. She could faintly remember what it had been like to live on the streets and she remembered Jenna telling her where to go if for some reason she needed shelter. Being extremely smart for her age, Kai did exactly as she was told and hid in the first shelter she could find, and she still doesn't know how long.
  
  
  The next few months to a year were a bit of a blur to Kai. She stayed at the shelter and sometimes in the park, stealing food from stores and super markets to survive. The day that stood out to her was the day she woke up to find an older woman standing over her, a stern look in her eyes. Kai soon learned that the woman was Melinda May.
  
  
  May dragged Kai with her, having been keeping an eye out for her ever since Jenna had died. Her adoptive mother had formerly been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and had been looking after Tyler who held the possibility of becoming an agent. May had known Jenna, and upon her death had promised to herself to keep an eye out for the child that had been left behind.
  
  
  Not knowing what else to do, Kai followed May, who gave her two options. Be put into an S.H.I.E.L.D Academy or put into a foster system. Choosing the former, Kai was quickly added to the Academy of Operations, where upon graduation, May became her SO.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  PERSONALITY
  
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  Bluntly, Kai is socially inept. Extremely inept.
  
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  Okay, that's not all she is, but it's a huge part of her. Kai is extremely serious about her work, and comes off serious about pretty much anything. This really just stems from her lack free time as a child. Tied in with a bit of shyness around unknown people with awkwardness when it comes to social interactions in general, Kai is a bit of a mess. A well meaning mess. She's a hard worker who dedicates her entire being to her cause or what she believes in. She's loyal and strong in essence that it's difficult to break her and she will never turn her back on someone.
  
  
  Alongside her 'tough work' personality, Kai is pretty much a sweet girl. She enjoys helping others, even though she doesn't really know how to offer her assistance. She's caring and definitely shy and wary about and around those she doesn't trust. After not having the best childhood until she was five years old, Kai mostly wants to enjoy her life, and working for S.H.I.E.L.D helped her do that. Upon its fall, Kai's heart might as well have broken in sadness, especially at the fact that Hydra had risen again.

  
  
  
  
  
  

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  Bird with a Broken Wing - Owl City
  
  
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  Laying flat on her back, Kai winced as her arm shifted and her muscle moved. Not such a good idea. She sighed before steeling herself for the pain, and pushed herself up into a sitting position where she could see her mentor, May. She wanted to run and hide at the look she saw on her SO's face.
  
  
  
  "That was terrible."
  
  
  Kai winced, knowing it was true. "I'm sorry..." she muttered, looking down. Feeling her hair fall over her shoulder from it's place in a high ponytail, the brunette reached up and ripped the hair tie out, letting her curly hair fall, letting it stick to her sweat covered neck. "I messed up, I know I did." she sighed. "Not enough sleep, I'll do better next session."
  
  
  As she watched May nod and turn before disappearing through the door to the gym, the nineteen-year-old girl sighed again, knowing her mood wasn't likely to improve. Today was obviously one of those days. Where her mind was stuck in the past. And so far, it was off to a great start.
  
  
  With her thoughts taking a dark turn, no matter how much she wished for it to stop, her mind forcefully brought up the nightmare that had shortened her sleep. Closing her eyes, Kai could picture it, as if that night was only yesterday. The dark and quiet hallway. The loud echoing creak of the door as she gently shoved it open. And suddenly there was red. Dark liquid crimson stained her vision, and the eleven year old Kai flinched, recognizing the form of her mother, soon followed by the understanding of the words that she now realized weren't meant for her.
  
  
  "You're next..."
  
  
  With a loud gasp, Kai snapped out of her memories. Eyes wide and body trembling, she sat shocked for a few moments before slowly pushing herself off the training mat. "I-I...I need a shower..." she mumbled to herself, hurriedly leaving the room.
  
  
  
  

 

[Hales]

• Marvel Character

• 
  
  
  
  WIP
  
  
  Name:
  
  Jinora Nora Jin Estheim
  
  Gender:
  
  Female
  
  Age:
  
  19
  
  Hair Color:
  
  Brown
  
  Eye Color:
  
  Natural – blue
  
  Artificial – gray
  
  Height:
  
  5’5”
  
  Weight:
  
  152 lbs
  
  Personality:
  
  Jin tends to be a more withdrawn person when everything boils down. She is willing to get to know people and would love to have friends, but her current situation makes that a difficult thing to achieve. It has been 6 years since she met someone who could’ve potentially been a friend to her so her social skills need a bit of work although there is a foundation there. When she first meets someone, Jin tends to be shy because she is afraid of messing the conversation up; once she gets to know a person, it can be hard to shut her up.
  
  Given her current situation as well as the life she has been put through, it is no surprise that Jinora Jin is a serious person. She never takes an assignment lightly and she never accepts failure – at least, not without giving it a second go. She is a really persevering person and she doesn’t believe in giving up on anything. This cross applies to life as well. Jin has had many opportunities to just give up on being Jin, but she never took the easy way out. She’s been held captive for the past six years of her life, but she’s still alive and kicking. She’s not about to give up her life anytime soon because there’s too many valuable things she could do with it.
  
  One thing Jin really struggles with is humor. She will laugh when something is obviously supposed to be funny, but it’s not really something that makes any sense to her. She wishes she got it; she wishes she understood why so many people laugh when someone else says certain things, but most of the time, Jin is oblivious.
  
  Jinora Jin has a pathological fear of the dark that exists because she was born blind and the whole first thirteen years of her life were complete and total darkness. Darkness is something that is hard for her to encounter now because of her new eyes, so the issue of her fear rarely comes up, but when there is total darkness for her, Jin will enter panic mode and it will be near impossible to bring her out of it.
  
  Another fear – perhaps not as logical – of Jin’s is her fear that everyone she meets will try to steal her eyes. She spent the first thirteen years of her life blind and she’s not about to go back. This is another reason why Jin can come off as seemingly withdrawn. It even gets so bad sometimes that she can be easily mistaken as a schizophrenic thinking everyone is out to get her. It’s not really her fault, though, either. Everyone she has met since she got her eyes has been trying to steal them from her.
  
  Generally, Jinora is a very calm person as well. She doesn’t anger easily, but when she does get mad, she’s liable to beat someone up. One of the easy ways to unleash her rage is to refer to her by either Jinora or Nora. Nora was her father’s nickname for her so when people use it, it brings back memories that she doesn’t want to remember – ever! Jinora also happens to contain the nickname within it so calling her that can be just as bad.
  
  Jinora Jin is also very number smart. She was homeschooled by her father who was both a geneticist and a software engineer. Math was very much a part of his life so it was heavily emphasized in her schooling as well. Given that she grew up blind, Jin can do a lot of complex math in her head and it is actually one of the ways she grounds herself when she gets angry or fearful. Jin loves working with codes and messing with the coding on a lot of the technological things she finds although she’s not very good at putting things together herself. She can write the code for something new, no problem, but when it comes down to actually building it, Jin is as lost as anyone else.
  
  Flaws:
  
  Stubborn
  
  Fear of the Dark
  
  Seemingly Schizophrenic
  
  Withdrawn
  
  Lack of Humor
  
  Too serious
  
  Strengths:
  
  Never Gives Up
  
  Generally intelligent
  
  Wants to Make Friends
  
  Highly Protective of People
  
  Loves Life
  
  Biography:
  
  Jinora was born to Dr. Roger Estheim and his wife Melody. The news they received on the day of her birth was not something either parent was prepared for, but it was something they had to deal with nonetheless. Their daughter was born blind. Jinora would never see the world as they did even though her beautiful blue eyes were nothing short of normal appearing. Something was wrong with her optic nerve and data was not adequately transmitted to her brain so that signals could be converted into images. Both of her parents were devastated.
  
  Dr. Roger Estheim became so upset that he spent the next two months locked in his lab. He was determined to believe that he could give their lovely daughter her sight back if only he worked hard enough on it. He didn’t realize that in his determination, he had left his wife all alone to raise the infant, though. One morning she burst into his workroom in the basement, crying with Jinora in her arms. The infant was also crying as Melody screamed at her husband. She complained that their daughter was now two months old and she hadn’t spent a moment of that time with her father. She deserved better than that. Melody threw Jinora into her father’s arms and stormed out, never to be seen again. Jinora, for the remainder of her childhood, was raised by her father.
  
  Regardless of being raised in a single parent household, Jinora had a fairly wealthy childhood. Her father was a well-known inventor and there was never a point in time where Dr. Roger didn’t have enough funds to raise his daughter adequately. Although it was a bit awkward for her father at first to raise a child on his own, he came to really love his daughter. They would play together when she was young and anyone who saw them together would fail to realize that Jinora was blind because he didn’t treat her like she was fragile or different from any other child in any way. Her father eventually came to decide that his daughter’s name was a little long and he came to love calling her Nora. She loved the nickname and even asked her teachers to call her Nora when she started school.
  
  School was where Jinora began to realize she was different from everyone else. There were lessons where she was pulled out of the classroom and sent to work with a special teacher and she instantly didn’t like it. It confused the other kids as well and they began to exclude her slowly but surely because they thought something was wrong with her. Eventually, Jinora complained to the teachers at school and the actually had to explain to her that there was something in the world that she was missing, that she was blind and some of their lessons just weren’t designed to work if you couldn’t see. The teachers were surprised that Jinora seriously didn’t know.
  
  It wasn’t really that she didn’t know. Jinora always knew that there was something missing; it was like an odd sense, but it was there. She just didn’t think it was that important. After school on that day, Jinora cried and ran into her father’s arms. She said that she wanted to see. It sounded fantastic and she asked why it was stolen from her. Her father comforted her as best as he could and he decided to pull her from school and teach her himself. He had plenty of spare time on his hands and it was obvious that school was distressing her.
  
  And so Jinora’s relationship with her father progressed even further. Her father became her teacher. He skipped a lot of the writing and reading lessons because he wasn’t quite sure how to teach them to her when she couldn’t see. Jinora did learn brail to an extent although she didn’t put a lot of her heart into it because even then she was determined to be able to see someday, and if she could see, then there wouldn’t be a point to knowing to read brail. That left math. Dr. Roger loved teaching his daughter mathematics because it was something he had a passion for and it was something that you didn’t need to see to understand the concept of. Jinora quickly caught on to the general idea – she took after her father in that area. Often even after their lessons were complete, Jinora would work on her math because she wanted to make things like her father did and she understood that math was important for that.
  
  Unbeknownst to his daughter, when their lessons were complete, he would return to his lab. His daughter’s distress at not being able to see had motivated him to return to the work he had started right after she had been born. Most of the time, he worked while she was asleep because he knew that it would be bad to leave her alone and because he deeply cared about her. He knew that Jinora didn’t need an absentee father in her life, not when her mother had abandoned them.
  
  As Jinora continued to grow up, she began to notice more and more that her father was becoming absent from her life – not physically, but mentally. During their lessons in numbers, he tended to let her lead her own studies more and more often. He often was too tired to lead them himself and when he did seem to be awake, it was clear that his mind was in other places. Jinora didn’t really mind too much. He was still around when she needed him to be, they still were able to do things together, and she understood that he hadn’t really submitted any of his own work lately because he was raising her so she just assumed he was working on something important.
  
  Then, one morning, Jinora was woken up by a knock on the door and she ran downstairs to open it only to hear her father yell at her to stop just before she grabbed the door knob. That was the first time Jinora was told to go hide by her father, at which she hid in the coat closet, closing the door so even she knew she wasn’t visible. Jinora heard the conversation well enough, though. Apparently, it had been years since her father had submitted any research to his workplace so his supervisor was here to see what he was working on. She could tell that her father really didn’t want to let him into the workshop simply by the way he tried to get out of it. Eventually, though, Jinora heard a loud thump followed by the sound of footsteps trampling down the stairs.
  
  The then nine year old girl peeked out of her hiding place, not because she wanted to see – she couldn’t see – but because part of her knew that her father was on the floor, that the thump she had heard had been him hitting the floor. She wanted him to see her. He did and immediately he had her hide in the closet once again. Jinora didn’t understand why he was hiding her from his boss, but she knew better than to ask questions like that at a time where he was as panicked as he was.
  
  Jinora did continue to listen from the closet though. She heard when her dad’s boss came back upstairs, seemingly delighted by something he had found. He even went so far as to help her father back onto his feet and pat him on the back, saying that he wanted to hear when his project was finished because it was brilliant. There would be so many companies interested in the development that their company would never need to sell another product – that’s how fabulous it was apparently. Jinora didn’t understand what they were talking about as the conversation continued further because it turned into a more science oriented conversation, but she understood that her dad’s boss left on a good note.
  
  Immediately after they finished their conversation, her father dragged her out of the coat closet and sent her to pack all of her things. Jinora was given thirty minutes and she really didn’t understand what was going on, but she wasn’t about to argue with her father. Jinora just packed her things and brought her bags out to the car. After they were moving, Jinora began asking her father questions. She asked him what he was working on. She asked him why they were leaving. She asked him if they were ever coming back. He looked back at her, his face full of concern. He seemed hesitant to answer her questions, but as she prodded more and more Jinora eventually got answers.
  
  He was developing a technology that would allow him to give her her eyes back, and it was designed to be so much more than that. However, one of the components was something he didn’t trust the company with, something he had been keeping secret for so long because he was afraid of what it could do. It was a tech that could help a lot of people, people with prosthetics and people lacking senses, but it could also lead to extreme enhancements of the human body and he was afraid of how much damage that could cause.
  
  Jinora didn’t quite understand her father’s fear, but she understood that the fear was intense and that she wasn’t going to be able to talk him out of it. With that being said, Jinora and her father were on the run for the next five years of her life. He spent a lot of time working on his project and now that Jinora knew it was for her, she didn’t really mind all that much. Every night, after dinner, they would always do math problems together. Jinora was insistent that she needed it, when, in reality, she just wanted to spend more time with her dad in the midst of all his work.
  
  The more time they spent in hiding, the more frequent their move from place to place became as her father became more and more terrified that someone was going to find them before his work was finished, before he was able to give Jinora her sight back. Although Jinora outwardly whined about it, internally, she was surprised to learn the true depths of her father’s love for her.
  
  Then, suddenly, finally, her father’s work was complete. Having spent all of their time on the run doing work for various people as a mechanic and engineer, Dr. Roger Estheim had saved up enough funds to hire a surgeon who would be able to implant new eyes into his daughter. Jinora suddenly became nervous. It seemed as though some of her father’s fears that people were out to get them had spread to her although she didn’t let that stop her from excitement about the fact that soon, she would be able to see. Jinora gave her father a hug before they prepped her for the operation. Little did she know, it was the last time it would ever happen.
  
  Although Jinora knows nothing about what happened while she was anesthetized, she can easily assume that all hell broke loose. She woke up still on the operating table. The first thing she could notice was the fact that the operation had somehow been successful. She could see. Jinora was almost too shocked by that simple fact to notice everything else around her, although the initial shock wore off and she quickly took in the scene that surrounded her. All of the operators, the surgeon and the nurses, were dead on the floor laying in pools of their own blood.
  
  And lying at the door leading out of the operating room, his body being squished inside by the door that was trying to close despite the fact that he was in the way, was her father. Jinora didn’t quite realize that it was him, of course. It was the first time she was ever seeing; she had never seen him before. Then her eyes did something funny, though. As she looked at the body stuck in the doorway, her vision zoomed in on the figure and labeled it for her: Dr. Roger Estheim. Even then, it took Jinora a moment to understand. She had run her fingers over the shapes of the letters before and she knew how to spell somewhat. Eventually, she figured it out. Jinora screamed before running over to the collapsed form of her father.
  
  Written in blood by his body was one word: Run. Her father was no longer breathing. There was nothing she could do. Jinora ran her hands over his pockets, looking for anything he might’ve had on him, anything that she could claim as hers to remember him by. She knew that he would want her to find anything before someone else did. On his person, Jinora only found two things. One of them looked like a small computer chip. She also found his ID badge. Jinora keeps these items on her person to this day and has never told another soul about their existence.
  
  Jinora spent the next two years on the run, learning how to survive and learning how to see the world through her new eyes. One thing quickly became clear. Even though she could see, her vision was not normal; it wasn’t what she had expected it to be. She could do things with her eyes that other people couldn’t. It was like a camera almost. She could zoom her vision in and out and there were other things as well – things she still didn’t understand. It was during this time as well that Jinora figured out that the chip she’d found on her father was meant for her. There was a spot in the side of her head where it would fit perfectly. Jinora has never used it, though. She’s afraid of what it might do.
  
  Eventually, whoever had been after her father’s technology caught up with her. Jinora was surrounded by strange men with guns in the middle of nowhere and she had no choice but to stop running. When they asked her what her name was, Jinora was surprised. They really didn’t know who she was. Apparently her father had kept her entire existence a secret. It was only then that Jinora really thought about her name and what it meant to her. Her father had always called her Nora, and she wanted to save that for him. She certainly wasn’t going to let the people who had killed him use his name for her. So Jinora picked the other half of her full name. She told them her name was Jin. Although they eventually found out her real name, they quickly learned that the use of her full name unleased a deadly rage within the girl. She has since been Jin and only Jin.
  
  They wanted her eyes. Jin’s eyes were the only remaining form of her father’s synthetic nerve tissue and Jin was living proof that it worked. When Jin figured this out, she threatened to destroy her eyes herself – no doubt it would kill her in the process as well – and hide the tech from them forever. They weren’t going to have that. The men took Jin captive on that day. To her knowledge, they intend to keep her alive and use her while they can. Jin knows they still want her eyes though and she guards her secrets of them with the utmost jealousy.
  
  Jin was put through some training so she could be of use to the group. She was turned into a weapon and taught how to truly use her eyes. She learned that she never had to endure darkness again because her eyes gave her so many other ways of seeing even when there was no light. Finally, when Jin could hold her own in a fight, Jin was sent on her first mission. The researchers knew that she wouldn’t fail; if she did, they would kill her when they found her again and by this point, Jin really wanted to live. She wanted to live so that someday, she could destroy them; so that one day, she could be free like her father would’ve wanted.​

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[CelticHero37]

Vital Statistics:

• Name: Morten Montgomery (Thanatos)
  
• Nickname: The Red Reaper/Monty/Mort
  
• Reasons for Name: The suit he wears while fighting crime is maroon and is similar in style to the grim reaper’s attire.
  
• Age: 25.
  
• Sex: Male.
  
• Nationality: Caucasian.
  
• Disabilities: Asthma and ADHD.
  
• Glasses/Contacts Wearer: Occasionally wears glasses.
  

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 6’4.
  
• Build: Skinny Athletic.
  
• Weight: 193 lbs.
  
• Complexion: White.
  
• Color of Hair: Medium brown.
  
• Quality of Hair: Smooth.
  
• Usual Hairstyle: Medium length hair,three definitive hanging bang spikes over his left eye and the rest combed over the sides.
  
• Color of Eyes: Hazel.
  
• Facial Features: Sharp features.
  
• Distinguishing Features: Freckles.
  
• Scars/Birthmarks: Small scar on his neck under his hair.
  
• General Health: Highly athletic, average nutritional health.
  
• Style of Dress: Light body armor, hooded leather jacket, leather pants, knee guards, elbow pads, mechanical leg enforcers, utility belt, leather gloves, leather boots, quiver, leg quiver, dart holder wrist wraps, dart holder boot wraps, graviton wing frame, dual shoulder holsters, bow clip, various weapon holders, all black and red color scheme, and black space facemask.
  
• Grooming: Very fussy with his hair.
  

Early Childhood:

• Birthplace: Xandar.
  
• Father’s Parenting Style/Occupation/Attitude: Thanatos’ father was distant, not taking much interest or active partaking in raising his son. He was a professor of astrophysics who spent most of his free time coaching intermediate level sports teams, particularly pilots. In the beginning, he was quite loving of his son Thanatos, however, as Thanatos failed to prove himself in both the fields of science and sports, his father lost interest.
  
• Mother’s Parenting Style/Occupation/Attitude: Thanatos’ mother was the opposite of his father. She was too invested in his raising to the point that she babied him even into his adult years. She worked for an important investment company.
  
• Siblings: Thanatos has two siblings. His oldest, a brother of 45 who is employed with the NOVA corps. The second oldest is his sister of 40, who teaches standard classes for kids.
  
• Relationships with Family Members: Thanatos’ relationship with his family is almost non-existent. There is animosity between him and his parents because they felt he wasn’t successful in life as the galaxy demanded. However, his relationship with his siblings is somewhat more positive.
  
• Financial Situation: Thanatos’ family was well off, but weren’t swimming in money as it were.
  
• Happiest Memory: Moving to Earth.