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the morrigan

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NAME
Alexandra 'Alexis' or 'Alex' Morris

ALIAS
The Morrigan (former)

GENDER
Female

AGE
30

HEIGHT
Six Feet

WEIGHT
One-hundred and ninety-six pounds

SEXUALITY
Bisexual

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NATIONALITY
British
(Her heritage is Irish and German)

OCCUPATION
Freelance Photographer / Photo editor / Photojournalist (current)
Espionage and Surveilance Agent for D.E.E.R (former - 6 years)

AFFILIATED GROUPS
Department of Extranormal Extrication and Research [D.E.E.R]

Born and raised in London, England; Alexis was brought into a regular family. Her father was a professor and her mother worked in a bank. Her powers weren't discovered in the early days of her childhood as they hadn't fully come into existence. An average life for an average girl, days spent playing in the playgrounds, eating dirt, scraping knees and getting filthy.

Upon maturation was when her powers slowly began to appear. There was nothing out of the ordinary off the bat, but as always, under duress and extreme situations the unbelievable and unknown tends to happen. It was just like any other day, coming home from school, walking the same paths and crossing the same roads that Alexandra would realize she wasn't as normal as she thought. She had been following a mother pushing a stroller with a toddler walking next to her, the child dropped his toy as they were crossing the road. Not knowing any better the boy ran into the middle of the intersection to grab his action figure. The mother called out to her son and in that moment, for whatever unknown reason, Alexandra found herself running into the middle of the road. Taking hold of the boy and his toy she went to run to the other side. The sound of rubber squealing against the pavement wasn't reassuring. She felt the collision but she had somehow managed to stay in place. The car had been left practically trashed, pedestrians watching in shock and awe, a screaming mother running towards them in sheer terror and snapping the boy from Alexis' hands.

The letters came after that, the invitations to join a program to help the young woman who, in truth, was struggling with what she was capable of. Upon graduation from highschool she was taken into the D.E.E.R training program. She learned more about herself what she could do, what she couldn't do and what she had the potential to do. When she was ready to re-enter the world she was offered the option to join their forces. Not having any idea what she could do after leaving D.E.E.R she accepted.

More training followed, Alex found out she had a knack for details and picking up on subtleties, those kick-boxing lessons she had stuck to through her whole life had also paid off. She had somehow found a release in training her fighting skills, the facility also provided enough of a challenge where she didn't always have to hold back. She picked up new techniques, learned abut other fighting styles and trained in those as well. Her enhanced senses helped her when it came to the use of firearms and through time grew rather proficient in using those as well.

Espionage and surveillance was where she was placed, her attention to details and knack for reading body language helping her land such a role. Her missions varied from protective detail and research to busts and arrests. But it was one particular mission that would be the end of her career as a D.E.E.R agent. Surveillance and recon on a remote location in Belarus just outside the small township of Dubrowna close to the Russian border. It took about a month for Alexandra and her partner to identify the important people involved in this mission, once the surveillance was complete they would prepare for recon. Locating the underground base was easy enough breaching was a little difficult but the two managed. The operation was much larger than they anticipated, and the smallest hiccup was what brought it all crumbling to the ground. Overrun by the enemies the two fought off as many as they could before both were incapacitated

Waking up back at D.E.E.R headquarters in pure confusion and loss Alexandra inquired about the mission and her partner. Not much information was given to her and it was suspected that he was dead. It was shortly after that, that Alex chose to resign from her position at D.E.E.R. The death of her partner slowly weighing down on her.

Reminders of her life in England and her job at D.E.E.R weren't helping Alexandra with coping. Making the decision to move away from all that she knew, she made her way to The United States of America. With no familiar faces and nothing to remind her of her past, Alexis made the decision to pursue her lifelong pastime and hobby of photography.
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HOBBIES
Sketching | Cooking | Volleyball | Reading | Fight Training | Trying different types of food | Researching and learning

SKILLS
Photography | Illustration | Hand-to-hand and close quarters combat [fight styles include: Kick-boxing (17 years), Boxing (8 years), Muay Thai (4 years), Pankration (10 years), Jiu-Jitsu (1 year)] | Picking up and paying attention to details, small or large | Ranged Weapons | Small Firearms | Marksman

WEAPONRY
  • D.E.E.R issued Sig Sauer p226 (former)
  • D.E.E.R issued Nr. 3 AWM (former)
  • D.E.E.R issued MP-5 (former)
  • Currently: N/A

CYBERNETICS
N/A

Superhuman Condition:

  • Superhuman Strength
    ► Capable of lifting a maximum weight of one-hundred tons. It is a straining weight but under certain circumstances this can be achieved. The average weight Alex can comfortably handle ranges between forty to sixty-five tons.
  • Superhuman Speed
    ► Maximum footspeed that Alexandra is capable of reaching is sixty miles-per-hour.
  • Superhuman Durability
    ► Alexis' bones, muscle and tissue are reinforced and stronger due to her mutation. This makes it almost impossible to puncture her flesh and muscle and also makes it much more difficult to break her bones. On the surface level, poisons aren't very effective. Corrosives are irritable and if a strong enough mixture is used it can scar and burn her skin. If toxins and poisons enter the bloodstream they can weaken her, slow her down and quite possibly incapacitate her momentarily should the dosage be high enough; until her healing factor can kick in and help her regenerate and remove the poisons and toxins from her system. Her durability is her main line of defense but not the last line.
  • Superhuman Stamina
    ► Alexandra can sustain a few days without requiring proper rest. Fatigue begins to grow visible after this time, when on minimal amounts of sleep.
  • Superhuman Senses
    ► Acute sense of hearing, capable of catching frequencies average humans can not. Alexis can also hear sounds coming from a greater distance than the average human.

    ► Alex's eyes are able to process sharper, cleaner images and details. She can see at further distances. Her pupils can dilate further than the average human for better view in lower-lighting and darker settings without the aid of night-vision equipment

    ► Alex has a very strong sense of smell akin to a canine. Capable of discerning different smells layered upon one another.
  • Enhanced regeneration
    ► Along with Alexandra's superhuman durability comes an advanced level of regeneration capabilities. Although not instantaneous it is above average in comparison to most.
  • Primal Instinct
    ► A rage filled last ditch effort to survive. Alexis loses all human emotions and thoughts, becoming a feral being that strives for nothing more than to survive, no matter the cost.
  • Platinum powder conflicts with Alexis' internal system instantly. Causing something akin to an allergic reaction. The reasons for this weakness are unknown
  • Higher end frequencies and sounds can be piercing and painful to her sensitive ears
  • Lower end frequencies and sounds can be nauseating
  • Bursts of bright light in darkness can momentarily blind her and disorient her
  • Extreme High-speeds are disorienting, dizzying and nauseating
  • Prone to but not necessarily weakened by psychic / psionic attacks and telekinetic / telepathic attacks (if she can fight it, she'll try her hardest)
  • Her primal instinct is also considered a weakness. In this state she cannot discern friend from foe or right from wrong. The only goal is to come out on top. Survival is the only thing that matters.

ABILITIES

  • Photographic Memory
  • Keen eye for details
  • Can pick up on subtleties

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WEAPONRY
N/A

GEAR
Silver chain bracelet with a lock and key pendant (a gift from her mother)

OUTFIT
N/A



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NAME
[B]Alexandra 'Alexis' or 'Alex' Morris[/B]

ALIAS
[B]The Morrigan[/B] (former)

GENDER
[B]Female[/B]

AGE
[B]30[/B]

HEIGHT
[B]Six Feet[/B]

WEIGHT
[B]One-hundred and seventy pounds[/B]

SEXUALITY
[B]Bisexual[/B]

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NATIONALITY
[B]British [/B]
(Her heritage is Irish and German)

OCCUPATION
[B]Freelance Photographer / Photo editor / Photojournalist[/B] (current)
[B]Espionage and Surveilance Agent for D.E.E.R[/B] (former - 6 years)

AFFILIATED GROUPS
[B]Department of Extranormal Extrication and Research [D.E.E.R][/B]

[accordion=bcenter|auto]{slide=[div=background-color: #afbacf; margin: -7px; padding: 7px;]BACKSTORY[/div]|center}[div=background-color: #afbacf;][B][SIZE=4]Born and raised in London, England; Alexis was brought into a regular family. Her father was a professor and her mother worked in a bank. Her powers weren't discovered in the early days of her childhood as they hadn't fully come into existence. An average life for an average girl, days spent playing in the playgrounds, eating dirt, scraping knees and getting filthy.

Upon maturation was when her powers slowly began to appear. There was nothing out of the ordinary off the bat, but as always, under duress and extreme situations the unbelievable and unknown tends to happen. It was just like any other day, coming home from school, walking the same paths and crossing the same roads that Alexandra would realize she wasn't as normal as she thought. She had been following a mother pushing a stroller with a toddler walking next to her, the child dropped his toy as they were crossing the road. Not knowing any better the boy ran into the middle of the intersection to grab his action figure. The mother called out to her son and in that moment, for whatever unknown reason, Alexandra found herself running into the middle of the road. Taking hold of the boy and his toy she went to run to the other side. The sound of rubber squealing against the pavement wasn't reassuring. She felt the collision but she had somehow managed to stay in place. The car had been left practically trashed, pedestrians watching in shock and awe, a screaming mother running towards them in sheer terror and snapping the boy from Alexis' hands.

The letters came after that, the invitations to join a program to help the young woman who, in truth, was struggling with what she was capable of. Upon graduation from highschool she was taken into the D.E.E.R training program. She learned more about herself what she could do, what she couldn't do and what she had the potential to do. When she was ready to re-enter the world she was offered the option to join their forces. Not having any idea what she could do after leaving D.E.E.R she accepted.

More training followed, Alex found out she had a knack for details and picking up on subtleties, those kick-boxing lessons she had stuck to through her whole life had also paid off. She had somehow found a release in training her fighting skills, the facility also provided enough of a challenge where she didn't always have to hold back. She picked up new techniques, learned abut other fighting styles and trained in those as well. Her enhanced senses helped her when it came to the use of firearms and through time grew rather proficient in using those as well.

Espionage and surveillance was where she was placed, her attention to details and knack for reading body language helping her land such a role. Her missions varied from protective detail and research to busts and arrests. But it was one particular mission that would be the end of her career as a D.E.E.R agent. Surveillance and recon on a remote location in Belarus just outside the small township of Dubrowna close to the Russian border. It took about a month for Alexandra and her partner to identify the important people involved in this mission, once the surveillance was complete they would prepare for recon. Locating the underground base was easy enough breaching was a little difficult but the two managed. The operation was much larger than they anticipated, and the smallest hiccup was what brought it all crumbling to the ground. Overrun by the enemies the two fought off as many as they could before both were incapacitated

Waking up back at D.E.E.R headquarters in pure confusion and loss Alexandra inquired about the mission and her partner. Not much information was given to her and it was suspected that he was dead. It was shortly after that, that Alex chose to resign from her position at D.E.E.R. The death of her partner slowly weighing down on her.

Reminders of her life in England and her job at D.E.E.R weren't helping Alexandra with coping. Making the decision to move away from all that she knew, she made her way to The United States of America. With no familiar faces and nothing to remind her of her past, Alexis made the decision to pursue her lifelong pastime and hobby of photography.[/SIZE][/B]
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HOBBIES
[B]Sketching | Cooking | Volleyball | Reading | Fight Training | Trying different types of food | Researching and learning[/B]

SKILLS
[B]Photography | Illustration | Hand-to-hand and close quarters combat[/B] [fight styles include: Kick-boxing (17 years), Boxing (8 years), Muay Thai (4 years), Pankration (10 years), Jiu-Jitsu (1 year)] [B]| Picking up and paying attention to details, small or large | Ranged Weapons | Small Firearms | Marksman[/B]

WEAPONRY
[LEFT]
[LIST][*][B]D.E.E.R issued Sig Sauer p226 (former)[/B][/LIST]

[LIST][*][B]D.E.E.R issued Nr. 3 AWM (former)[/B][/LIST]

[LIST][*][B]D.E.E.R issued MP-5 (former)[/B][/LIST]

[LIST][*][B]Currently: N/A[/B][/LIST]
[/LEFT]
CYBERNETICS
[B]N/A[/B]

[accordion=bcenter|auto]{slide=[div=background-color: #afbacf; margin: -7px; padding: 7px;]SUPERPOWERS[/div]|center}[div=background-color: #afbacf;][B][SIZE=4][COLOR=black]Superhuman Condition:
[LEFT]
[LIST][*]Superhuman Strength[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► Capable of lifting a maximum weight of one-hundred tons. It is a straining weight but under certain circumstances this can be achieved. The average weight Alex can comfortably handle ranges between forty to sixty-five tons.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[LIST][*]Superhuman Speed[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► Maximum footspeed that Alexandra is capable of reaching is sixty miles-per-hour.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[LIST][*]Superhuman Durability[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► Alexis' bones, muscle and tissue are reinforced and stronger due to her mutation. This makes it almost impossible to puncture her flesh and muscle and also makes it much more difficult to break her bones. On the surface level, poisons aren't very effective. Corrosives are irritable and if a strong enough mixture is used it can scar and burn her skin. If toxins and poisons enter the bloodstream they can weaken her, slow her down and quite possibly incapacitate her momentarily should the dosage be high enough; until her healing factor can kick in and help her regenerate and remove the poisons and toxins from her system. Her durability is her main line of defense but not the last line.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[LIST][*]Superhuman Stamina[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► Alexandra can sustain a few days without requiring proper rest. Fatigue begins to grow visible after this time, when on minimal amounts of sleep.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[LIST][*]Superhuman Senses[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► Acute sense of hearing, capable of catching frequencies average humans can not. Alexis can also hear sounds coming from a greater distance than the average human.
► Alex's eyes are able to process sharper, cleaner images and details. She can see at further distances. Her pupils can dilate further than the average human for better view in lower-lighting and darker settings without the aid of night-vision equipment.
► Alex has a very strong sense of smell akin to a canine. Capable of discerning different smells layered upon one another.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[LIST][*]Enhanced regeneration[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► Along with Alexandra's superhuman durability comes an advanced level of regeneration capabilities. Although not instantaneous it is above average in comparison to most.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[LIST][*]Primal Instinct[/LIST]
[INDENT][INDENT]► A rage filled last ditch effort to survive. Alexis loses all human emotions and thoughts, becoming a feral being that strives for nothing more than to survive, no matter the cost.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
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[LEFT]
[LIST][*]Platinum powder conflicts with Alexis' internal system instantly. Causing something akin to an allergic reaction. The reasons for this weakness are unknown[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Higher end frequencies and sounds can be piercing and painful to her sensitive ears[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Lower end frequencies and sounds can be nauseating[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Bursts of bright light in darkness can momentarily blind her and disorient her[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Extreme High-speeds are disorienting, dizzying and nauseating[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Psychic / Psionic attacks[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Telekinetic / Telepathic attacks[/LIST]

[LIST][*]Her primal instinct is also considered a weakness. In this state she cannot discern friend from foe or right from wrong. The only goal is to come out on top. Survival is the only thing that matters.[/LIST]
[/LEFT]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/INDENT]
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ABILITIES
[LEFT]
[LIST][*][B]Photographic Memory[/B][/LIST]

[LIST][*][B]Keen eye for details[/B][/LIST]

[LIST][*][B]Can pick up on subtleties[/B][/LIST]
[/LEFT]
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WEAPONRY
[B]N/A[/B]

GEAR
[B]Silver chain bracelet with a lock and key pendant [/B]
(a gift from her mother)

OUTFIT
[B]N/A[/B]
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[COLOR=black]NAME
[B]Alexandra 'Alexis' or 'Alex' Morris[/B]

ALIAS
[B]The Morrigan[/B] (former)

GENDER
[B]Female[/B]

AGE
[B]30[/B]

HEIGHT
[B]Six Feet[/B]

WEIGHT
[B]One-hundred and ninety-six pounds[/B]

SEXUALITY
[B]Bisexual[/B]

————————————————————————————————————

NATIONALITY
[B]British [/B]
(Her heritage is Irish and German)

OCCUPATION
[B]Freelance Photographer / Photo editor / Photojournalist[/B] (current)
[B]Espionage and Surveilance Agent for D.E.E.R[/B] (former - 6 years)

AFFILIATED GROUPS
[B]Department of Extranormal Extrication and Research [D.E.E.R][/B]

[SPOILER=BACKSTORY][COLOR=white]Born and raised in London, England; Alexis was brought into a regular family. Her father was a professor and her mother worked in a bank. Her powers weren't discovered in the early days of her childhood as they hadn't fully come into existence. An average life for an average girl, days spent playing in the playgrounds, eating dirt, scraping knees and getting filthy.

Upon maturation was when her powers slowly began to appear. There was nothing out of the ordinary off the bat, but as always, under duress and extreme situations the unbelievable and unknown tends to happen. It was just like any other day, coming home from school, walking the same paths and crossing the same roads that Alexandra would realize she wasn't as normal as she thought. She had been following a mother pushing a stroller with a toddler walking next to her, the child dropped his toy as they were crossing the road. Not knowing any better the boy ran into the middle of the intersection to grab his action figure. The mother called out to her son and in that moment, for whatever unknown reason, Alexandra found herself running into the middle of the road. Taking hold of the boy and his toy she went to run to the other side. The sound of rubber squealing against the pavement wasn't reassuring. She felt the collision but she had somehow managed to stay in place. The car had been left practically trashed, pedestrians watching in shock and awe, a screaming mother running towards them in sheer terror and snapping the boy from Alexis' hands.

The letters came after that, the invitations to join a program to help the young woman who, in truth, was struggling with what she was capable of. Upon graduation from highschool she was taken into the D.E.E.R training program. She learned more about herself what she could do, what she couldn't do and what she had the potential to do. When she was ready to re-enter the world she was offered the option to join their forces. Not having any idea what she could do after leaving D.E.E.R she accepted.

More training followed, Alex found out she had a knack for details and picking up on subtleties, those kick-boxing lessons she had stuck to through her whole life had also paid off. She had somehow found a release in training her fighting skills, the facility also provided enough of a challenge where she didn't always have to hold back. She picked up new techniques, learned abut other fighting styles and trained in those as well. Her enhanced senses helped her when it came to the use of firearms and through time grew rather proficient in using those as well.

Espionage and surveillance was where she was placed, her attention to details and knack for reading body language helping her land such a role. Her missions varied from protective detail and research to busts and arrests. But it was one particular mission that would be the end of her career as a D.E.E.R agent. Surveillance and recon on a remote location in Belarus just outside the small township of Dubrowna close to the Russian border. It took about a month for Alexandra and her partner to identify the important people involved in this mission, once the surveillance was complete they would prepare for recon. Locating the underground base was easy enough breaching was a little difficult but the two managed. The operation was much larger than they anticipated, and the smallest hiccup was what brought it all crumbling to the ground. Overrun by the enemies the two fought off as many as they could before both were incapacitated

Waking up back at D.E.E.R headquarters in pure confusion and loss Alexandra inquired about the mission and her partner. Not much information was given to her and it was suspected that he was dead. It was shortly after that, that Alex chose to resign from her position at D.E.E.R. The death of her partner slowly weighing down on her.

Reminders of her life in England and her job at D.E.E.R weren't helping Alexandra with coping. Making the decision to move away from all that she knew, she made her way to The United States of America. With no familiar faces and nothing to remind her of her past, Alexis made the decision to pursue her lifelong pastime and hobby of photography.[/COLOR][/SPOILER]
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HOBBIES
[B]Sketching | Cooking | Volleyball | Reading | Fight Training | Trying different types of food | Researching and learning[/B]

SKILLS
[B]Photography | Illustration | Hand-to-hand and close quarters combat[/B] [fight styles include: Kick-boxing (17 years), Boxing (8 years), Muay Thai (4 years), Pankration (10 years), Jiu-Jitsu (1 year)] [B]| Picking up and paying attention to details, small or large | Ranged Weapons | Small Firearms | Marksman[/B]

WEAPONRY
[LIST]
[*][B]D.E.E.R issued Sig Sauer p226 (former)[/B]
[*][B]D.E.E.R issued Nr. 3 AWM (former)[/B]
[*][B]D.E.E.R issued MP-5 (former)[/B]
[*][B]Currently: N/A[/B]
[/LIST]

CYBERNETICS
[B]N/A[/B]

[SPOILER=SUPERPOWERS]
[COLOR=white]Superhuman Condition:

[LIST]
[*]Superhuman Strength
[INDENT][B]► Capable of lifting a maximum weight of one-hundred tons. It is a straining weight but under certain circumstances this can be achieved. The average weight Alex can comfortably handle ranges between forty to sixty-five tons.[/B][/INDENT]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Superhuman Speed
[INDENT][B]► Maximum footspeed that Alexandra is capable of reaching is sixty miles-per-hour.[/B][/INDENT]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Superhuman Durability
[INDENT][B]► Alexis' bones, muscle and tissue are reinforced and stronger due to her mutation. This makes it almost impossible to puncture her flesh and muscle and also makes it much more difficult to break her bones. On the surface level, poisons aren't very effective. Corrosives are irritable and if a strong enough mixture is used it can scar and burn her skin. If toxins and poisons enter the bloodstream they can weaken her, slow her down and quite possibly incapacitate her momentarily should the dosage be high enough; until her healing factor can kick in and help her regenerate and remove the poisons and toxins from her system. Her durability is her main line of defense but not the last line.[/B][/INDENT]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Superhuman Stamina
[INDENT][B]► Alexandra can sustain a few days without requiring proper rest. Fatigue begins to grow visible after this time, when on minimal amounts of sleep.[/B][/INDENT]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Superhuman Senses
[INDENT][B]► Acute sense of hearing, capable of catching frequencies average humans can not. Alexis can also hear sounds coming from a greater distance than the average human.[/B][/INDENT]

[INDENT][B]► Alex's eyes are able to process sharper, cleaner images and details. She can see at further distances. Her pupils can dilate further than the average human for better view in lower-lighting and darker settings without the aid of night-vision equipment[/B][/INDENT]

[INDENT][B]► Alex has a very strong sense of smell akin to a canine. Capable of discerning different smells layered upon one another.[/B][/INDENT][/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Enhanced regeneration
[INDENT][B]► Along with Alexandra's superhuman durability comes an advanced level of regeneration capabilities. Although not instantaneous it is above average in comparison to most.[/B][/INDENT]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Primal Instinct
[INDENT][B]► A rage filled last ditch effort to survive. Alexis loses all human emotions and thoughts, becoming a feral being that strives for nothing more than to survive, no matter the cost.[/B][/INDENT]
[/COLOR][/LIST][/SPOILER]
[SPOILER=WEAKNESSES]
[COLOR=white][LIST]
[*]Platinum powder conflicts with Alexis' internal system instantly. Causing something akin to an allergic reaction. The reasons for this weakness are unknown
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Higher end frequencies and sounds can be piercing and painful to her sensitive ears
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Lower end frequencies and sounds can be nauseating
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Bursts of bright light in darkness can momentarily blind her and disorient her
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Extreme High-speeds are disorienting, dizzying and nauseating
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Prone to but not necessarily weakened by psychic / psionic attacks and telekinetic / telepathic attacks (if she can fight it, she'll try her hardest)
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*]Her primal instinct is also considered a weakness. In this state she cannot discern friend from foe or right from wrong. The only goal is to come out on top. Survival is the only thing that matters.
[/COLOR][/LIST][/SPOILER]

ABILITIES

[LIST]
[*][B]Photographic Memory[/B]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*][B]Keen eye for details[/B]
[/LIST]
[LIST]
[*][B]Can pick up on subtleties[/B]
[/LIST]

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WEAPONRY
[B]N/A[/B]

GEAR
[B]Silver chain bracelet with a lock and key pendant [/B](a gift from her mother)

OUTFIT
[B]N/A[/B]
[/COLOR][/div][/div][/div]
 
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DATE: July 29th
LOCATION: New Angeles
MENTIONS: Vector, Emmett
INTERACTIONS: N/A
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The kettle began whistling, plastic wheels rumbled against hardwood as padded footfalls entered the small, bright, open concept kitchen. A cupboard was opened, ceramic clunked against granite and liquid filled the empty mug. Honey and a small spoon of sugar evaporated into the boiling water as it soaked the small teabag. A quick stir with the spoon remaining in the mug and the almost silent footsteps trailed on back into the, just as bright, living room. Taking a seat there was a sigh followed by a sip, the computer trilled, keys clanked and the mouse buttons clicked. Hazel eyes watched the screen as software popped open. Another sip of tea followed before the image processing began.

It was on the fifth image that the rattling vibrations of a mobile phone caught the woman's attention. Picking up the small device to her right she watched the screen. It stated 'Unknown Caller' a flex of her jaw muscles and a sharp exhale from her nose led to her thumb sliding across the screen.

"Hello?" The woman's heavily accented voice echoed through her apartment, a hint of a rasp audibly evident.

"Agent Morris." The posh and all too familiar voice of a man spoke through the line.

"Former Agent, Director Barett." She responded in a slightly unimpressed tone.

"Ah yes my apologies Miss Morris. Well" there was a pause followed by a small exhale. "I have a request to make. Please just hear me out on this before you decline." the director stated. "The pay will be generous and this will be a one off. We just need to see the operation through to the end. I'm only calling you because you are already located in the United States and until all the office-work is dealt with, you can work undercover." He explained.

"You haven't given me any information that's crucial, should I even decide to consider this." The woman explained.

"We've picked up intel that Furor may be planning something in the United States. Surely Arcadia is aware of this but, as you know, Furor is a global threat and we're only one of the agencies involved in stopping them. My higher ups are asking me to have someone look into it, but I don't have anyone else there at the moment, plus the process of getting them there is going to take some time. Hence why I thought I could make you the offer." He stopped. "It's only temporary Alexandra, I promise you."

Alexis kept quiet as she took a moment to process and think. She knew the threat that Furor posed, she knew how dangerous they could be, what they were capable of. She was aware that their only goal was chaos, for whatever sick and twisted reason. As if the world wasn't difficult enough to live in. Tilting her head up slightly and looking through the window she sighed. "I have nothing here Jacob, I left everything behind, I have no access to weapons, should I need them, I don't know the circles, I barely even know anyone here."

"We can get you in touch with who you need to know and we can get you access to whatever you might need, your best bet would be to stay on surveillance and gather intel until all the paper-work is dealt with. You don't want to be dealing with Arcadia without all your documentation and the approvals."

Clenching her jaw there was another sigh that came from Alex as she closed her eyes and slightly shook her head. "Alright, fine. Get me what I need to know and tell me where to start. Keep me updated with any crucial information I might need."

The person on the other line let out a small laugh and a sound of relief. "Fantastic! I'll transfer you whatever I can, expect any physical items to arrive within the next few days. We have no specific information on where Furor might be hiding out right now, but we've heard about an explosion in the slums towards the northwest of New Angeles. We're not certain that it's connected to Furor but it might be, it's worth checking out. Surely Arcadia and the Peacekeepers are en route. Perhaps the media is starting to show up as well." The last statement seemed to be insinuating something.

"I'll speak to you soon Director." Hanging up the call Alexis clenched her jaw once more as she chewed on her bottom lip slightly. "What am I getting myself into again?" She questioned to herself before scoffing and getting up. Finishing her tea in one fast chug she entered her bedroom to get dressed.

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Her arrival seemed to be just in time. Arcadia and The Peacekeepers were just showing up and setting the barriers which meant that she was able to get close enough to take some photos before they asked her to move back. In this moment she made sure to keep her senses wide open. Listening to any bit of information that would help her, tracking any scents that could lead her where she needed to be.

There was a small ruckus to her right. Snapping one last photo of the burning building she turned to gaze towards the situation. Someone had crossed through the police line the peacekeepers instantly stepping in to stop the potential intruder. She listened as she began photographing the general scene once again. Civilians, officers, the wreckage. In truth she wasn't paying as much attention to her captures, but more so what was being said.

Her lens had found it's way into the general direction of where the officers had stepped in. There were conversations about someones son, and then an introduction to a new recruit, who also happened to be the youngest detective on the force. It was certainly an opportunity to get closer to the case and find some more information on things, Alex would try to get an interview.

"M'am, I need you to step back."

Hazel eyes met the officer. Lowering her camera she nodded silently and stepped back slightly.

"If I was a betting man, which I am, I'd bet the explosion came from over there in the kitchen. Mostly likely from a low-grade explosive, judging from the size of the blast and its destructive capability. If it was any bigger, this whole building would've been leveled."

If that was the cause then the chances of Furor being behind this wasn't likely. When they did something it was more often than not 'go big or go home'. Analyzing the scene with her eyes instead of her camera, Alexis looked around. Perhaps she could get some information from witnesses...should they be willing to talk to the press. Stepping back she turned around and stopped mid stride as she picked more words up.

"I'm not sure if you're here on your own choice, or if some executive hired you on because they don't trust the youngest detective to handle a case on his own, but I have this under control. Sorry for wasting your morning, but I have my drones gathering data on the explosion and gathering bullet residue, and I'm about to go talk to some witnesses."

"Drones?" She muttered aloud to herself. This young detective was rather serious about what he did it seemed. She could appreciate someone who was dedicated to their work and did things for the right reasons.

"Sorry, Victor but I think I'll join you on this, something doesn't seem right about this, so I'll partner on with you, just until we get this case figured out."

The older detective seemed like a good lead to, but for the time being her focus was the young man, Victor.

"I don't ne-. Wait what? Its Vector, not Victor!"

Correction, Vector.

Moving towards her car she glanced back towards the wreckage. The older detective was moving towards some witnesses. Continuing on her path, Alex kept her ears on the conversation.

"Um hello my name is Emmett, Emmett Everett actually and I'd like to get your full story on what you may have witnessed."

Looking over towards Emmett, the detective, Alexandra did a quick once over of the man before moving towards the trunk of her car.

"We actually already explained it to one of the officers, you can just ask him for it."

She smirked towards the unwillingness of the witnesses to explain again.

"If you don't mind, I'm just going to get your story again, just to make sure I get all the details right."

"Well my wife and I were lying on the couch when we heard a loud bang, almost sounding and feeling like an earthquake, so I decided to get up off the couch and walked over to the door and saw wood and debris falling from above, so I hurried and rushed over to the fire escape with my wife and made it outside—"

"How long did it take you to make it outside?"

"It was about 10 minutes after."

"Did you see any other person outside? Anything suspicious?"

"Well I did hear some yelling and some loud bangs, which kind of sounded like gunshots, but I just thought it was a couple upstairs who fought a lot."

"Well thank you both for your time, it's really appreciated."


As she popped open the boot of her car she caught the officers movement. Her attention was on them as she put her equipment away.

"There is something else, when we got outside I saw a man move out of the rubble and stumbling down the sidewalk behind the building, I was going to see if he was okay, but then I was distracted."

And he was off.

Closing the trunk Alex took this opportunity to follow. Her pace was a fast walk, nothing out of the ordinary. Dipping into the alleyway she slowed down some as she got closer to Emmett. She watched him search through the rubble. He seemed to give up quickly before darting back to his vehicle around the other side. Clenching her jaw she approached the left over mess, ignoring the taped off area for just a moment as she scanned what had fallen to the ground.

Burnt pieces of wood, charred concrete and some serious cracks in the forms themselves were left behind. Climbing onto some of the mess she knelt down and studied searched, attempted to make sense of this, perhaps build a timeline. Taking in a deep inhale of the scents that could possibly still be lingering, Alex took a moment to analyze. Fire, the chemicals used in the explosive; it was the hint of blood that caught her attention, opening her eyes she looked around once again, trying to find the substance would be a challenge, but with dumb luck she would stumble upon something better. Pulling her arm into the sleeve of her jacket she picked up the piece of fabric. First she studied it with her eyes, bringing it closer she sniffed it and hoped there was enough of the wearers scent for it to register in her mind, it was.

Below the burnt smell, within the feint layers, Alex was able to pick up the distinct aroma of alcohol, 'whisky perhaps?' she pondered internally, followed by the familiar smell of cigarettes. It wasn't a scent she recognized. Who it belonged to? She was unsure.

Pocketing the piece of fabric she turned to exit the scene before anyone spotted her. The subtle whirring meant nothing to her at first, she just assumed it was part of the bustling city sounds. As it got louder and closer she turned to look over her shoulder. A small drone was hovering towards her. Picking up the Alex was almost at the police line when a deafening, ear-piercing alarm exploded through sensitive ear drums. Letting out a pained groan, she covered her ears as she stumbled under the police line. "Bloody hell." She winced and moved towards the other side of the alley. "Shit." She muttered and glared at the machine with a growl. Huffing she carried on back towards the mouth of the alley.


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[B]PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:[/B]
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AGE: [I]27[/I]
HEIGHT: [I]5' 11"[/I]
WEIGHT: [I]175lbs[/I]
BODY TYPE: [I]Athletic / Muscular[/I]
EYE COLOUR: [I]Royal Azure with Glacial Blue streaks[/I]
HAIR COLOUR: [I]Raven Black with Silver streaks[/I] 
SCARS: [INDENT]• Scar on her right wrist / forearm from an error made while working on a car.

• Scar on her left eyebrow from where a second eyebrow piercing was ripped out in a fight. 

• Deep gash / puncture scar on her left shoulder, just below the clavicle, from a stunt gone wrong while shooting an independent film.[/indent]

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[B]SKILLS & TALENTS:[/B]
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• [U]Mixed Martial Artist[/U]:
[INDENT] ► Specializing in kick-boxing.
► Intermediate level Systema.
► Basic level muay-thai.[/INDENT]

• Apprentice Mechanic

• Trained Stunt Performer

• Certified Firearms Instructor

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[B]SUPERNATURAL POWERS:[/B]
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[U]SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH[/U]:
[INDENT]▲ Type I: Being able to lift up from cars to trucks, buses, and other vehicles of great size.

▲/▼ Capable of pushing to greater feats of strength at the cost of supernatural muscle and bone damage that requires a longer amount of time to repair even with enhanced regenerative capabilities.[/INDENT]

[U]SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY[/U]:
[INDENT]▲ Durability is superhuman, being able to withstand extreme temperatures and pressures, punctures, and concussions without sustaining  much injury.

▼ Strong corrosives can cause damage externally and internally.

▼ Organs and nerves are not as durable as skin, muscle and bone.[/INDENT]

[U]ENHANCED STAMINA[/U]:
[INDENT]▲ Can endure physical stresses beyond the capabilities of the greatest humans enabling her to do things such as, operate efficiently for extended amounts of time, holding her breath for large periods of time, remaining calm through stressful or painful situations, tolerating extreme hunger, unbearable thirst, and strong urges to sleep.

▼ Begins to grow fatigued and weak after three days of no sleep.

▼ If pushed to her limits without proper sleep a full twenty-four hour cycle of sleep is required before being capable of functioning at full power again.[/INDENT]

[U]ENHANCED REFLEXES[/U]:
[INDENT]▲ Drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing the capability to dodge bullets, catch flies in mid-air, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.[/INDENT]

[U]ENHANCED REGENERATION[/U]:
[INDENT]▲ Can close minor to moderate wounds near-instantaneously, appearing as though they never happened. Internal organs can be completely regenerated, critically and fatally damaged cells can regenerate, preventing scars.

▲ Cellular senescence is drastically reduced,  granting her decelerated aging.

▲/▼Can regenerate as long as the head / brain is damaged to no more than a certain level, leaving destruction of the head as one of the few sure methods to ensure their death.

▼Cannot regrow severed limbs

▼ Drugs and toxins within the bloodstream can still affect her.[/INDENT]

[U]ENHANCED SENSES[/U]:
[INDENT]► Enhanced Hearing:[/INDENT] 
[INDENT][INDENT]▲ Ears pick up every single sound, and can decipher layer upon layer of noise. 

▲ Has the ability to pick up a conversation from a mile away in a busy city.

▼ Can easily be overloaded if not focused on dampening the sense.

▼ Extreme high frequencies can be painful.

▼ Extreme low frequencies can be nauseating.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[INDENT]► Enhanced Smell:[/INDENT]  
[INDENT][INDENT]▲ Can detect specific smells, and locate their origin. 

▲ Can tell if someone is lying or afraid based on which hormones they excrete.

▼ Potent and pungent smells can cause nausea.[/INDENT][/INDENT] 

[INDENT] ► Enhanced Vision: [/INDENT] 
[INDENT][INDENT]▲ Can see with amazing clarity, detail, distance and color. 

▲ Can see in almost complete darkness without the assistance of night-vision equipment.

▼ Sudden changes in brightness can momentarily blind her.

▼ Entering from light to dark requires time for her eyes to adjust.[/INDENT] [/INDENT]

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[B]BIOGRAPHY:[/B]
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Cassie was born and raised as an only child in a middle class family within rural Washington state. Her mother was a waitress and her father a mechanic. Her childhood held nothing grand, she was mediocre in school but excelled at sports. The realization of her anger issues became prevalent in high-school. It was an issue that caused several problems for her overall but particularly when she played sports. The routine was simple, after [I]several[/I] warnings she would be kicked from a team and move on to the next. Every time she was given a second chance she somehow managed to mess it all up, any opportunity that came her way. Sports had felt like the only thing that seemed to keep her sane.  Had it not been for her kick-boxing classes between school and work, Cassie was sure that arguing with other girls on sports teams would be the least of her worries. 

In her final year of school she enlisted herself to the military reserves and, to everyone's surprise, succeeded in graduating from high-school. 

Carrying on with her kick-boxing in her [I]adult[/I] life Cassandra even ventured into a couple other self-defense arts. It was in one of those classes that she met a stunt coordinator by the name of Colton Reeves, a man who managed to pull her into a very exciting and interesting, new world. Cassandra trained under Colton and learned everything he had to offer. Seeing her potential Colton began to bring her along to shoots and even helped her in acquiring whatever licenses and paperwork she needed to succeed in the industry. Working for and with Colton while also still helping her father in his garage, Cassie quickly felt like she was [I]finally[/I] excelling at something and for once, not letting anyone down. When she started getting offers for jobs as a stunt coordinator and not some secondary position she grew even more eager and pushed herself even harder to become better. 

It was in one of these positions that she had her first [I]real accident[/I]. A stunt gone wrong on an independent film led to injuries that bound her to a bed and her home for months. Feeling useless was something she despised and had it not been for the painkillers that blurred her thoughts, she would've come out from her recovery as nothing more than a depressed heap of flesh. Cassie attempted to rebound back into the life she had barely started, but it became extremely difficult with an accident under her belt. The young woman was quick to learn that reality was dull, pathetic, sad and full of negatives. This revelation had Cassie trying to figure out ways to make life more vibrant again. 

It started rather innocently, a drink here or there, a hook-up every now and then, a puff in an alley, a line at the bar; but the occasional indulgence was slowly becoming more regular and these choices had started affecting her life. She would argue and fight with her parents, she would slack when she worked with her father and eventually she stumbled into the wrong crowds.

An addict doesn't realize their addicted because their addiction is their life. Cassandra was starting to grow desperate. Her father refused to let her work for her next kick and eventually she stopped returning home. Going to a place where she was judged every time she took a breath wasn't something she want to deal with. 

It was the first time she ever woke up in an alley against a dumpster, that Cassandra realized she had to get her shit on track. It was in the same sullied clothes that she made her way to the nearest recruitment office. Perhaps a hard slap of authority would put her back in place, or so she had hoped. For a moment Cassandra saw a flash of light in her darkening life, as she was put through the process of all the questions and paperwork. Reality was quick to slam down hard on her when she was asked about drug and alcohol abuse. She lied, unconvincingly. Forced to take a series of tests, she failed and left. Once again Cassie had fucked up. 

The night of her rejection is nothing but a blur of memories tucked away in the depths of her mind. A single name, Mischa Antonov, is the only thing that stands out of the imagery she refuses to bring back. A top member of an organized crime syndicate that, like Colton Reeves, pulled Cassie into a new, much darker and much more dangerous world that could give her what she wanted and [I]needed[/I]. 

Mischa and his cohorts had their bloodstained tendrils in various areas of the underground crime world, from human trafficking and prostitution to black market weapon deals and drug trades. Any unlawful activity one could imagine, Mischa was most likely, if not directly involved, at least associated with it. Cassie had been pulled into illegal fights and she did very well in it. The money eventually becoming more than enough for her to live comfortably and support her [I]habits[/I]. 

Most people assume that purposely losing fights comes with the territory, but Mischa's high-stakes rings weren't run that way. Cass had been personally offered a very generous lump sum to throw a fight for a corrupt CEO by the name of Matthias Stemms. She knew that Mischa wouldn't accept that, so she chose to make one of those [i]damned[/i] horrible Cass choices, she took the CEO's money and agreed to his terms with intent to double cross him and tell Mischa that one of his top bidders was trying to cheat. 
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[I]Cassandra didn't throw the fight that night and as she was making her way to her [I]employer[/I] for her payment, she was halted by Matthias. Words weren't exchanged between the two, it was a cold stare down, an arrogant, egotistical man and a viciously dangerous woman. When he moved closer, Cassandra felt the cold metal through thin fabric against her stomach. Matthias had a disturbingly cocky grin on his face as their eyes locked. Within the confines of the club that trembled with explosive bass driven music, the gunshot wasn't even heard; the flash concealed by strobing lights. Her grip on Matthias' shirt was tight as she fell into him with a grunt, her free hand clenched around the gaping wound. His words a dizzying echo that thrummed in her ears before he shoved her back. She stumbled into a dancing couple, to which the male reacted by pushing her away with a mutter of a curse. As she scrambled to stand as straight as she could, Cassie shoved through patrons and shuffled along to the back and up the stairs to Mischa. Her world was spinning, vision fading in and out. She was barely through the door when she fell towards the dark tiled floor, no energy to stop her from smacking her face against the cold, hard ground. Her eyes fluttered as she caught a glimpse of expensive leather shoes before her.

Time was non-existent. Darkness consumed Cassandra for an eternity, or so it seemed. The sounds of life and nature slowly swelled in her ears. Twigs snapped with long echoes, underbrush and leaves rustling. The first thump of her dormant heart caused her chest to convulse. The searing sharp pain on her forearm making her face to twist in pain. it was the sudden yank that caused her eyes to shoot open with a soft exhale. Her head turned to the right against the grass, jagged ivory daggers wrapped around her severely dry, leathery, discoloured flesh. As the fangs dug deeper, thick, dark, almost black blood began to pool. The subtle beat of her heart quickened and it didn't take long to grow rapid as her back was dragged across the ground. Digging the fingers of her free left hand into the ground Cassie fought against the mangy canine's force. It pulled again, harder, a sickly snap exploding from her shoulder as she screamed against the tearing of ligaments and sinew. Grunting in a frantic state she forced her body to turn before pulling her leg back and kicking the coyote in the throat. It's locked jaw tore across her flesh until it let go. Dragging herself away from the animal she stared it down as she cradled her limp arm. It's snarl was vicious, haunches raised as it lunged at her. She was quick to react with another kick that was hard enough to send the animal running off in a whimper.

Bringing her legs in closer to herself she took in her surroundings before feeling a pulling sensation in her shoulder. Looking down at the wrinkly grey skin Cassie watched as the concave section of flesh popped back up with a grotesque, wet sounding snap. Gritting her teeth with a bit back groan she looked away and shook her head. Swallowing back against the coarse desert of an esophagus she finally opened her eyes with a frown before looking down at her right arm. There was a numbness that quickly faded. Her eyes opened wide as she brought her arm closer. Her skin was grey, as it barely hung onto her bones. She could move it, she could feel it but a part of her said that she shouldn't have been able to. The rest of her body seemed to be in a similar state. Remnants of fabrics hung on her frail form. She wasn't sure how or why she could move if she was just dry skin and bones. As Cassie looked across the horrific visual she began to feel an odd throbbing sensation across various areas of her body. Catching the movement on one of her legs she looked down in awe. Mouth agape eyes wide. Her thigh's began to swell, filling in the remnants of her pants that seemed extremely large just moments ago. Reaching towards her leg to feel it she noticed that her arm was also no longer wrinkly, her attention shifted as she watched the discoloration fade as darkened veins spread across her skin. Looking down at herself she felt along her stomach, the feeling of muscle regrowing pushing against her hands.

There was a sudden explosive bang that startled her as she almost jumped up from her seated position with a flinch. Covering herself she opened her eyes and looked around to see nothing. Slowly standing up she spun around in place trying to orientate herself before she felt an irritating sting in her stomach. Reaching for that area she looked down and spotted the faded crimson stain. There was a flash of a memory behind her eyes, that disturbingly cocky grin. Bearing her teeth with a growl she raised her shirt slightly and watched as darkened veins pulsated towards wound that was caked in dried blood. There was more pain that caused her to grunt and clench her stomach. It felt as if something inside her was moving. Gritting her teeth Cassandra hissed with another deep grunt before she could see the movement beneath her flesh. Whatever it was pressed closer and closer to the surface before finally coming through her skin, a pool of fresh blood seeping from it as well. The object clinked against a small rock on the ground before Cassie wiped away the blood to reveal nothing but receding black veins.

Swallowing back she stared for a moment in utter confusion. Clenching her jaw she dropped the shirt and reached for the impacted bullet. Looking at it for a moment as more memories came back to her in quick flashes she pocketed the piece of metal before trudging on straight in the direction she had been facing. 

Where was she? Who had brought her here? Why had they brought her here? What had just happened to her? The questions droned on as she walked with an irritated look on her face. She would figure it out and she would find Matthias. She would give him what he deserved and she was sure Mischa would be happy to help.[/I]

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[B]OTHER:[/B]
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• Cassie is an addict and alcoholic.

• When Cassie died she was in major debt with a serious crime syndicate.

• Cass had enlisted in the reserves but due to her drug habits she wasn't accepted when she was called.

• From a young age Cass has dealt with severe anger issues.

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BRIANNA MAEVE DEVLIN

Basics

Nickname: Bree, Bee
Age: 25
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Female
Occupation: Manager and Barista at the local bookshop / coffee house.
College Major: History. (She did not complete her program because of her 'Awakening')
Power: Cursed shape-shifter. Bound to the Book of Shadows. Forced to serve the Coven.

Physical Attributes

Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 156lbs
Skin Tone: Tan with a pinkish hue.
Scars:

♦ Deep gashes in her right palm from shattering a mug during her 'Awakening'.
♦ A scar from having to get stitches from a childhood camping accident.
♦ A small but deep scar on the upper left side of her back from a fishing incident.
Birthmarks: N/A
Piercings:

♦ Two rings in either lobe.
♦ Helix on her left ear.
♦ Conch on her right ear.
Tattoos: N/A

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PERSONALITY

Brianna is typically kind and nice to others. She's easy to approach and talk to, making her very friendly. She doesn't often insert herself in other people's business. Choosing to stay on the sidelines and keep a keen, unbiased eye on the situation to find the best solution. Bree likes to avoid conflict, physical or verbal, as she knows that there is always a chance that the darker part of her may choose to take over, at which point it typically doesn't end well for the other party.

Brianna has gained a fair amount of experience and knowledge throughout her complicated life, something she likes to share with others. Whether it's to teach or assist, it doesn't matter, knowing that she was able to help one way or another is good enough for her.

Bree is a supportive woman and will stand by one's side to reassure them that they have someone there for anything they might need. This trait comes along with unyielding loyalty and obedience, as well as a surprisingly capable guardian, to any members associated with The Book of Shadows, whether she likes it or not.

Her peculiar lifetime has led to Brianna, over time, becoming rather oblivious and even a little naive in certain situations. This causes her to occasionally say and do things that to some, might seem weird, comical and even potentially terrifying.

TRAITS


Kind ♦ Nice ♦ Friendly ♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Attentive ♦ Knowledgeable ♦ Supportive ♦ Protective ♦ Loyal ♦ Obedient ♦ Oblivious

LIKES

Coffee | Tea | Nature | Listening to Music | Helping Others When / Where she Can | Exploring | Camping | Reading | The Woods | Long Walks / Drives

DISLIKES

City Life | Country and Rap Music | Unnecessary Conflicts | Getting into Physical Fights | Scaring People | Selfish People | Failing | Traitors | Potatoes

SECRETS

♦ Thoroughly enjoys what she's capable of.
♦ Always looks forward to 'letting loose'.

FEARS

♦ Cats.
♦ Her next death.
♦ Failing to do what she's meant to.

History
Brianna Maeve Devlin, as she was born into this life, led a rather normal existence. Her parents were happy and she herself was happy growing up. They were your average small town family. Her father was a contractor and her mother worked for the bank. This led for a comfortable life financially, affording them time off for camping trips and adventures in the surrounding woodland.

Bree was an average student with an interest in language, literature and history. She took place in no extracurricular activities as she preferred to spend time reading books in the silence of nature. Although a friendly and kind person, Brianna didn't really have many close friends, but that didn't stop her from knowing people and being invited to various parties, hang outs and events.

When it came to applying for College, Brianna chose to attend the local institution. She never really cared much for the hustle and bustle of city life, and despite enjoying exploration and traveling, she didn't really want to leave home. Her acceptance into the three programs she applied for brought up a tough choice as all three options excited her. Choosing to go for a major in History and minor in Anthropology, Bree was excited to begin this new adventure of knowledge.

It was towards the end of her third year that Brianna's 'Awekening' as she calls it, took place. As the memories returned to her in a flash, and she learned of what was most likely to come she chose to finish up her third year before withdrawing from her course; she knew that something was brewing and what was to come would most likely require most of her time and attention.

Keeping her job at the 'Quill and Cup' she decided to take the life she had built thus far into her own hands, knowing that involving her 'parents' in such antics would ultimately lead to their demise, blood she did not want on her hands.

Relationships

Friends: WIP
Frienemies: WIP

Extra

♦ When Brianna is truly angry the grey-ish, silvery flecks and streaks in her eyes will start to spread and glow, until her irises are completely consumed by the unnatural phenomenon. It's a warning sign to start creating distance from her.
♦ Her upper cuspids are unnaturally long, sharp and pointed.
♦ Her lower cuspids are unnaturally sharp and pointed.
♦ Fluent in many European languages along with Hebrew and Arabic.

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