Age: 25
Description
She has blonde hair that hits her shoulders. She has a very athletic build to her. She has trained her body and had the muscles to show for it. she has silver blue eyes that are set at a constant resting bitch face form. She is pale in complexion and her face is generally free of makeup. Very much a tomboy and brash like one of the guy’s kind of actions to her. Her general dress style is cargo pants or tactical pants. Tech wear and such when she is working a job or even training. The tops usually staying along the lines of tank tops or other tight-fitting shirts and such to keep them out of her way of her aim.
Background-
She comes from an underground faction of a group of the rebellion from the war time that had melted down. She is a deserter to the United States military whom they were fighting against. Since then, she has thrown in the towel and broke off on her own finding her way into other factions and spreading the discourse for the rebellion. She is a marching martyr as she is thought by most to be dead and have died in a large fight between the rebellion and the US military. Her return brings hope back to the rebellion.
In the time that it was assumed she was dead she had received Digital modifications and enhanced abilities from said modifications. She has an electronic system in her body that is what controls her ability to walk as well as everything below her waist to keep working correctly. She had taken a shot to the back that severed the connections, and this was the only way to fix it. When it was finalized, she ended up training and becoming recon sniper and hand to hand combat specialist.
She commands an entire group of men that come from the lead of the rebellion that are now her followers. In that there are two of them that are her left and right hands her right hand being her brother. They all left for their own reasons. This new rebellion was for the factor of eliminating the class diffrences that were always apparent in each group. To rebuild a new community as just that, a community rather then who is better than another.
Weapons she uses- She primarily uses a long-distance Compound bow, she uses steel arrows that carry a current when she fires them that the discharge comes from the system in her body. She also is a good shot with a sniper and highly trained in hand-to-hand combat to the point which she would eliminate her target with her bare hands.
The system- it is a series of wires and wiring that is wired directly into her Central nervous system. It helps the broken connections be rekindled and connected to one another again to communicate properly. In this, it does not restore feeling or the ability to feel if anything muscularly or structurally is broken or not working correctly.
Personality-
She is a military brat, she grew up in a military setting and was raised in that and continued through that. There is little sensor to what she says. She says what she wants and usually pays the price for that. She is a rather carring individual but shows it in kind of brash ways that most people don’t see that way.
Starter-
She was standing on the roof top looking out over the bunker that her and her family were living in. Currently she was sitting in a wheel chair her arms crossed in her lap calmly as she watched the sunrise. There was a group of kids down in the training room below her that she needed to teach how to be the next generation of Rebellion leaders. This was not something that was simple. Kids here were scared of war. Scared of what it ment. It was rare that she could find anyone that was really willing to fight for the world to be better. Most just wanted to stay complacent. She had already scared off several groups of kids with the stories that she had spoke of. It didn’t matter how much she said that it all mattered on training they had. They usually got up and ran out of the room. She sighed and decided that it was time to go back to her bunk and room and get ready to handle the next round of disappointment. These were kids from a different underground development. Maybe it will different.
She wheeled herself down the ramp and into the locked down enclosure after scanning her hand on a biometrics pad. Few people had the biometrics programed into the system that allowed outside access. Her team. The mayor who was her father as well as the small band of hunters that would go out and scavenge to find goods to bring back to keep people afloat. Once she made it back down the tunnels and into her room, she transferred herself from the wheelchair over to the bed. She grabbed something that looked like a series of wires and batteries that she started hooking into wires that connected to her spine. She seemed to flinch every wire she hooked together into there small HUD. after she plugged them all in she stood up slowly and walked over to the mirror having pulled off her shirt. She strapped the battery like packs to her side carefully making sure their location wouldn’t inhibit her movement at all. She pulled her tank top back on after that and through on a baggy hoodie as she waked though the hallway down to the training room.