[u]|Real Name/Hero name:[/u] Elsie Detchkiss/The C.E. 

[u]|Role:[/u] Hero

[u]|Appearance:[/u] Horrifically [i]{Excuse me? It is not horrific. It's [/i]very[i] fashionable!}[/i] hot pink hair (not dyed, but rather, genetically modified) put up into a classy retro [i]{That's better.}[/i] (to our universe) beehive style. Her eyes are genetically modified violet. Of course, you couldn't tell either of these things when she's dressed in the bulky white hardsuit. [i]{Ugh, don't remind me. I'd paint it if that wouldn't compromise the radiation-shielding's integrity.][/i] The helmet of the hardsuit is only transparant around the glowing green structural wireframing goggles (which she refers to as "mesons" [i]{[/i]Optical[i] mesons, technically}[/i] [nobody is particularly interested in technicality at the moment]), and the mag-boots are big and clunky. She finds the thing regrettably fashion-backward. [i]{That's... a nice way of putting it.}[/i]

[u]|Powers:[/u] [list][*]Hard Suit Protection - designed for work in space; well-shielded against radiation and heat, and [s]mildly[/s][b]almost[/b] effective against impacts (such as gunfire) [i]{Ha! If that's mildly effective, I'd hate to see ineffective. Just what are your metrics, I wonder?}[/i] [My metrics are very fine, thank you.] [i]{[b]Really.[/b]}[/i] [Fine, I'll edit it. Jeez.][/*]
[*]Mag Boots - Lets her keep her footing on metallic surfaces. Very useful in space. Limited use on the ground, because it's not strong enough to support her own weight, but it can help in certain situations. Like 45 degree angled metal ramps, or slick catwalks.[/*]
[*]Plasma Cutter - Infinitely-fuelled plasma device capable of cutting through solid rock. [i]{And bone. And metal. And-}[/i] [That's enough of [i]that[/i], thank you. I think we get the point.][/*]
[*]Energy Gun - A [i]{fraggin' useless}[/i] laser gun with two modes - stun and lethal burn - and five shots before you have to recharge it. [i]{Who the Nar-sie designed this thing, anyway? did [b]you[/b]?}[/i] [Technically, no.] [i]{I thought they weren't intersted in technicality.}[/i] Elsie's rigged her suit to give her 15 additional shots of recharge, but that's the best she can do. Energy guns need quite a bit of power. [i]{What, no retort? Going soft on me, White Text?}[/i][/*]
[*]Structural Wireframe Goggles [i]{Optical Meson Scanners, damnit!}[/i]- Projects a wireframe of man-made structures via mesonic doppler effect. Though it'll show the outline of the room, it won't detail the occupants or furniture, and there's a limited range. But other than that, they're almost X-Ray goggles. [i]{Why would you even [b]want[/b] X-ray gog-}[/i][/*]
[*]Health-Eez Bi-Viral Injection - Allows Elsie to heal - one virus turns wounded flesh into a biologically toxic compount, and the other turns the toxic compound into healed flesh. Major damage can take days and weeks to repair (and even minor damage takes a few minutes - just long enough to be useless in shorter fights), but unless Elsie's electrical signals in her brain completely stop, she'll live.[/*]
[/list][hider=Extradimensional Hallucinations]What Elsie calls "White Text".

Elsie's mind has been driven to near-madness by images from an alternate universe that superimpose themselves at seemingly random intervals. Specifically white text in gray boxes - hallucinations from this universe. The hallucinations are sometimes utterly useless, sometimes detail things that are happening, and other times detail things that have happened. She seems to have no direct control over them, but can still interact with them on some level.

She also can't see anything in hiders. So hahaha! Take that! Your hair is ridiculous, and violet eyes are completely cliche! HAHAHAHAHA.[/hider] [i]{Damn. Why can't you ever tell me anything [b]actually useful[/b], White Text?}[/i]

[i]{That's a hint, by the way.}[/i]

[i]{Hello?}[/i]
[i]{White Text?}[/i]

[i]{...Fragging hell.}[/i]

[u]|Talents:[/u] Engineering background (more based on space-station maintenence than actual engineering, honestly, [i]{Excuuuse me?}[/i] ...though she's quite handy, and if she had the right materials and a spaceship, she could probably recreate a Hawking Radiation electrical generator [i]{You're damn right I could!][/i] (not that that's much use stuck on Earth)). Experienced with space-walking and zero-g maneuvering. Pretty decent wielding a plasma cutter; [i]{Heehee. You get to learn things fighting off an alien blob. Especially with the whole not-quite-dying thing.}[/i] 

[u]|Personality:[/u] [Oh, God.] [i]{Well, go on. Do tell, White Text.}[/i] She can be very difficult sometimes [i]{...}[/i], being used to a wholly different lifestyle. I personally think that her time spent watching her friends die and fighting an alien alone hasn't really healed yet, and she tends to cover up scars with light-hearted jabbing and expositions about fashion (something I haven't seen her [i]actually[/i] get into; not really).

Uh, but she's really not bad, honestly, I mean, in a way she was the hero of her station. And she's got, what, moxie? That bit of firey passion that won't let her back down from some things. She's a nice enough person, charming in her own way, really. Friendly. Pretty, I suppose. Uh, maybe that should go in appearance, I guess. Damnit, why aren't you saying anything? I have to tell the truth as I see it, here.

[hider=Hellfire.]Damnit, I knew I should've used a hider. Too late now, I guess.[/hider]

[hider=|Background] Originally an engineer assigned to a deep-space phoron research outpost in an alternate dimension, Elsie went a bit mad after an alien organism took over most of the station. The blob-like being started small in the cargo bay, but expanded rapidly after the Captain issued a red alert. Station security's finest red-shirted troopers attacked the blob, and the scientists quickly determined the blob's weakness to heat. With these combined knowledges, the crew made quick progress between a combination of attacking the ropy organism with welders and laser guns. However, a stray laser bolt hit a tank of welder fuel, ripping a hole in the cargo bay and exposing it to space. Most of Station Security and half of the rest of the population died from vacuum exposure - only those outside the cargo bay survived. For a time. For the organism was space-born, and continued to merrily eat its way through the bulkheads.

When Elsie realized how desperate their situation had become, she broke into the Chief Engineer's office and stole their distinctive white hardsuit with its magnetic boots and green structural wireframing goggles. Thus disguised, she clomped over to R&D and "requisitioned" a plasma cutter - an experimental high-temperature cutting tool that imported fuel from an alternate dimension, making it essentially impossible to run out. On her way to the blob, the research virologist injected Elsie with a self-healing bi-viral compound (newly created and instantly ordered to be injected into all heads of staff by the Chief Medical Officer). One virus consumed injuries, turning them into a toxic byproduct, while another consumed the toxic byproduct, turning it into healed flesh. So long as electrical signals still fired through Elsie's brain, she would live. 

Thus armed and equipped, she fought the alien invader for two straight days, breaking into vending machines for food. She even managed to salvage one of Station Security's energy guns - a laser rifle capable of either stunning or shooting to kill. But it was a steadily losing battle; there just weren't enough people left. When it came down to only Elsie and one lone researcher, they opted to reroute what power they could into the experimental teleporter and leave the station. Just as Elsie teleported, one of the blob's green tendrils shorted a critical component. Which is how Elsie ended up in the RP's world. It was also when the visions began.

As she wandered around a rather large city, she happened upon a gun-toting villain who'd just robbed a bank. With some encouragement from sudden hallucinations of text, she defeated him via stunning him and sealing his arm to the ground with melted metal. She'd suffered a gunshot wound to the shoulder, and was busy trying to work out how she could patch her suit when a reporter asked who she was. Startled, she gave her standard nervous response of "The C.E." - shorthand for 'Chief Engineer' - and prayed that this new man wouldn't recognize her as an imposter.

Since that day, she's acclimated to life in her new home, specializing in dealing with alien threats (she's always kept a vigilant eye for any sign of a blob), though she's not afraid to tackle whatever problem's nearest. Or at least, the white text insists that she isn't.
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[hider=|How do they take the death of Lady Asyr?] Lady Asyr had become something of a role model to Elsie, and she'd done her best to imitate Lady Asyr's lifestyle. Or at least, the parts that she could stand. Which weren't very many parts, now that I think about it. Mostly just the superhero thing. Now that The End finally bested Lady Asyr, Elsie wants to kill the End. Or save Lady Asyr. Without her, Elsie would be a bit lost, after all. She's not quite sure how to accomplish that, though, and the white text has been depressingly silent on that fact.[/hider]