Alright, lemme know if there's any changes I ought to make, or any lore bits I might've missed or misunderstood. (It's 2am here, if you need me to rewrite anything for clarity as well then lemme know.)
General
Name: Natalya Gordetz
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: 23rd March
Class: Lower
Appearance
Height: 160cm
Weight: 60kg
Hair: Black hair, clumsily cut to just above the shoulders, with the fringe stopping above her eyes. Her hair is usually clumped and matted, and the trims it receives from her knife don't tend to help the appearance.
Written Appearance: Slightly taller on average than most people in the lower classes, Natalya gives an air of awkward gangliness - limbs seemingly too narrow for her body due to the scarcity of food. What bulk remains however is largely sinew and muscle, forged from a lifetime of fighting merely to stay alive. Hidden underneath her clothing, her back and torso are criss-crossed with scars that she keeps hidden to avoid unwanted attention. She tends to prefer to stick to the shadows, walking with a slight stoop so as not to stand out above the crowds.
The juicy stuff
Personality:
Natalya is caustic and abrasive, seemingly to a fault. She's quick to see the worst in everyone and to judge them by it. Her outlook on life is distinctly mercenary - she'll take most jobs provided that it puts enough decas in her chip to put Packets on the table. While she'll work most jobs, she prefers those involving violence, having both the aptitude and the inclination towards it. She keeps a distance from people both physically and emotionally, and strongly deters and rebuffs people from closing that distance with a combination of insult and aloofness. She's happiest that way, and so she tells herself.
In reality, Natalya is deeply afraid of letting people close to her. She's never really had anyone with whom to share any kind of true emotional intimacy - anyone who ever came close turned out to be trying to use her for their own purposes. As a result, she's adopted her prickly nature as a way to try and protect herself from ever being exploited again. Nevertheless, she can't entirely hide it; after she gets paid, there's usually a few orphans living on the street that find a packet left next to them in whatever nook or cranny they've been forced to huddle down in.
Most days, she can ignore the emptiness her way of life leaves - swallowing it down and getting on with the day without a second thought. Some days though, it all becomes too much to handle. With nobody who she trusts enough to confide in, the stresses of life and the responsibilities she carries can weigh her down enough to crush her. On days like these she shuts herself away; afraid of what might happen if she were seen in her vulnerable state, afraid of what she might do should she let her defences slip.
Backstory:
Natalya was born and raised in the slums of Takyn. She was born to Josep, a Packet worker and a mother who died in childbirth. After that her father threw out anything and everything related to her, and refused to speak to Natalya about her, not even to say her name. Her first few years passed relatively normally. They were always hungry, but there was at least some food on the table.
All that changed at the age of 5 when she tripped over, grazing her knee and drawing blood, while out walking with her father. Her power awakened, bringing a red glow to her eyes as the blood slowly bled upwards, forming a small tower. Most disconcertingly of all however, was the way she laughed at the injury, a slightly unhinged grin on her face.
It didn't take Josep too long to realise the calibre of his daughter's power, since in that moment of awakening her powers seemed almost equivalent to those of fully-developed adults. In that power, he saw a way out of poverty, out of starvation. If his daughter could control and master her power, she could take on higher paying jobs, jobs outside of the reach of most people. All he had to do was make her as powerful as he knew she could be.
This thought festered, and grew into an obsession. Every time she injured herself, Josep refused to treat it straight away, forcing her to put her power to use. Only once she had completed whatever task he set her would he bandage the wound. Soon, he became 'clumsy in his old age' and injuries to Natalya seemed to happen more frequently. By the time Natalya was 11, he'd dropped all pretence, deliberately wounding her and forcing her to greater and greater feats of power.
As a result, Natalya never truly trusted her father, never felt close to him. The only emotions she felt at home were pain, fear, and an increasing anger as Josep's pretences wore thin. And so it was, one fateful day at the age of 13, that she had had enough. As her blood flowed, as he exhorted her to draw out more and more of her blood, she did. A vicious spike thrust from the wound on her back, curving over her shoulder to pierce Josep through the shoulder. Pinned to the wall by the spike, he could only watch in horror as his daughter walked towards him, that same manic smile on her face. Could only beg as she oh-so-gently eased his knife from his fingers. Could only scream as she repaid him for his lessons.
She sat, shaking, in a bloody room. Her father's corpse staring at her reproachfully. She retched, heaving up the half-Packet she'd eaten for dinner that night. She couldn't stay here. Bad enough to be reminded of the blood on her hands, the blood that caked the walls would be too much. Teasing the blood that caked her shoulder into fine threads, she sewed the wound shut. It would hold until the blood stopped flowing. Taking only a bloodstained knife, she fled the house.
She spent the next 3 years living on the street. She was tolerated by the others, but never accepted. All they expected was that she act as enforcer whenever needed, be that stealing Packets, trespass or defending the safe spaces to sleep. She knew she was being used, but she had nowhere else to go. Better to know you were used than to spend years thinking they cared about you.
Nevertheless, word got out, of a blooded berzerker, a metahuman of unusual power, lurking on the streets and fighting without mercy. Several...less reputable groups saw use in her, and she started to work more serious crime avenues. Blackmail, intimidation, murder... whatever put decas into her account and food on the table, she did it. It sickened her afterwards, though she'd never show it. What was the use? She wasn't invincible, and her employers had a long reach. There was no way she'd ever be able to leave it behind...
Until an invitation to move to Sanctuary landed on her doorstep. She would be used again, no doubt. Why else would she be wanted there? But it wasn't any different out here, after all. Everybody just wanted to use her. But maybe this time she'd be used for something...greater.
The Juicier stuff
Powers: Blood Manipulation
Natalya's power is unusual, as it is a throwback to ages gone by, when powers were truly a force to be reckoned with. Natalya is capable of manipulating her own blood when it is shed, forming it into tendrils, blades or even large masses with which to crush opponents. The amount she is able to draw on is proportional to the amount she is bleeding, and an arterial cut is normally required to produce sufficient blood to produce a usable amount.
In order to manipulate the blood, it must still contain a connection to Natalya's body. For example, a puddle of Natalya's blood cannot be manipulated unless a rivulet of blood runs between it and her open wound. In addition, Natalya cannot draw out more than 1.25 litres of her blood, otherwise the strain on her circulatory system becomes too great and she passes out, releasing her hold on the blood. If she does not receive urgent medical attention and blood transfusion when this happens, she will die from haemorrhage.
One side effect of this power is that her endocrine system floods her body with endorphins in order to dull the pain of the wound, allowing her to focus on controlling her blood. This also puts her into a euphoric state when using her power, making her somewhat akin to a beserker.
Technological Augmentations: (body modifications or everyday carry? again, strengths and limits)
The only augmentation Nat has is the standard implant, given at birth.
Glow: Crimson