[hider=Joanne Schrodinger][b][color=brown]Name:[/color][/b] Joanne Schrodinger
[b][color=brown]Alias:[/color][/b] Trickshot Jo'
[b][color=brown]Race:[/color][/b] Honey Badger
[b][color=brown]Sex:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=brown]Class:[/color][/b] Sharpshooter
[b][color=brown]Equipment:[/color][/b] [list][*][url=http://www.americaremembers.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/LISTRE_right.jpg]Dual Revolvers[/url] - Sporting powerful rounds and six chambered cylinders, these babies are Joanne's number one weapons of choice, capable of putting a dent in metal armor if aimed correctly.
[*][url=https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5116673/il_570xN.203632881.jpg]Derringer Necklace[/url] - A single-shot derringer disguised as a necklace piece, Joanne saves this for moments when it'd be best to catch her opponents off guard. Not very powerful and with only one shot, it can only be used for well-placed surprise attacks.
[*]Trick Ammo - Various specialty bullets she uses with her six-shooters which range anywhere from small gas rounds to shock rounds to rubber ammunition which can be bounced off of surfaces to strike targets from unique angles.
[*][url=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SFYSvtMtBpk/hqdefault.jpg]Bowie Knife[/url] - Only used when she has absolutely no choice but to get in close, this tough knife is great for stabbing and slashing.[/list]

[b][color=brown]Abilities:[/color][/b] [list][*]Impeccable Aim - As a trained sharpshooter of the highest caliber (pun intended), Joanne Schrodinger's aim can mystify and astound the masses. It's nearly impossible for her to miss, even when performing death-defying feats for the entertainment of the crowd.
[*]Circus Side-Show - Joanne's not just a shooter, but a performer. For years she was expected to fire off shots and hit bullseyes while acting the role of a daredevil, swinging from the trapeze and being fired from a cannon. As such, she's highly maneuverable and light on her feet with astounding balance.
[*]Badger Body - Despite all the above, Joanne is still just a honey badger, with the strength and fortitude of one. Once she takes a good hit, there's not much else left. As such, she's likely to take by far the least amount of punishment of all contestants before going down and out.[/list]

[b][color=brown]Fighting Style:[/color][/b] For Trickshot Jo, fights aren't just fights, they're performances. As a performer herself, she needs to inject as much flash and flair into the battle as can be mustered. This serves two purposes, the first acting as a distraction and demotivator for her enemies, and second to rub their faces in how great she is. Of course if an enemy proves to be too difficult to battle while making a show out of it, then she'll forgo style and pomp to focus solely on the actual fighting. As a sharpshooter it's no surprise that range is her best friend, especially since her small animal body isn't capable of tanking any strikes up close and personal. It goes a little beyond the normal "keep my distance and unload" strategy, though. Her shooting is strategic, meticulous, and full of style. She keeps moving, sets up traps, fires around corners (with bouncing rubber bullets), and keeps mouthing off the entire time just to piss off and trip up her opponents.

[b][color=brown]Personality:[/color][/b] Joanne Schrodinger's mannerisms are the very embodiment of the stereotypical black sassy woman. Short tempered and ornery, she doesn't take any crap from anybody. Quite proud, she shows excellent confidence in her skills while putting on a big show of bravado. Half sincere and half show, it is intended to let others around her underestimate her true prowess. She is genuinely respectful of those that provide her with the same, but her past of being judged based on appearance colors all interactions she has with people now. No non-sense, all business up in here.

[b][color=brown]Bio:[/color][/b] Born 7 years ago amidst a populated island with bountiful wildlife, it was apparent even from a young age that this little honey badger wasn't like the rest of her family. They walked on four legs, she walked on two. They ate wild insects and small mammals, she preferred to cook her food and season it first. They hunted with their paws and teeth, she preferred to craft tools. It was very strange, but there was one way in which she was the same as all her own kind: They all had nasty tempers. They'd get into fights with her all the time, wondering why she had to be so different, she got into fights with them all the time, wondering why the hell they should care, it was a big mess. 

Ignoring the pleas of the other honey badgers, she left for a nearby human village in order to meet with them, see how they'd treat her. The reception was... Not what she expected. A lot of words were said in very unkind ways, some people screamed, a guy tried to shoot the little honey badger, she bit his leg down to the bone, it was a whole ordeal. Humans were afraid of a badger that walked and talked like them, so it was a bizarre situation. Animal control tried to bag and tag her, but the little honey badger took the gun from the guy she had bitten and threatened them. Animal control decided that badgers with guns was above their paygrade and promptly got the eff out of dodge.

For the next several months the little badger decided that hunting small mammals and insects was for chumps and suckers, so she'd get what she needed for the humans that lived nearby, humans that scorned her without getting to know her. It was hilarious how much they yelled and ran around when she went waving that gun around! So stories spread of the badger bandit, some believing it to be a joke but others knowing the stories to be too real. Eventually a traveling circus made it to the island as part of their seafaring show tour. Seeing this as the opportunity for her best score, the little badger snuck in to steal as much food and supplies as she possibly could, but had been caught in the process by the ringleader. The ringleader did not react in the same way that the little badger had been accustomed to. Instead of fear, he was friendly. Instead of screaming, he spoke softly. Even when she pointed her gun at his face he replied not with an equal sense of violence, but a chuckle and an offer. He said that he'd never seen anything else like her in all the seas his circus had traveled and that she could join. She'd get all the food she'd ever need, and in return he could teach her how to hone her skill with the gun, how to put on a show that will make the people cheer out of entertainment, not yell out of fear and bewilderment.

With a little contemplation, the little badger agreed. The ringleader gave her the name Joanne Schrodinger that day, to signify her paradoxical nature. A badger, yet not a badger. For years she trained in her art, along with the trapeze, the cannons, and all the basics of the circus. The animal tamer resented her for acting so autonomously, and everyone questioned how this honey badger could walk and talk like a human. Her only response was a shrug and a, "I don' care, mind your own damn business." Eventually her act was the biggest draw of the circus, and she was living a life worth living just like the ringleader promised. Unbeknownst to Joanne though, things began to boil beneath the surface, close to coming to a rise. 

The night that would change Joanne's life forever came about 5 months ago. The crew of pirate captain Bartholomew K. Runch shared an audience with a marine commodore while Joanne gave her biggest show yet: being fired from cannon to cannon and having to shoot moving targets while flying in midair, without a net. On the final cannon shot something went wrong. There wasn't enough powder to propel her all the way back to the main stage, and so Joanne Schrodinger began to plummet. Just as she thought her life had come to an end, she was caught by the Cereal Killer, Cap'n K. Runch, whose interference revealed his presence to the marines. Before a fight broke out, the ringleader convinced the marines to let he and his circus take care of the pirates, citing that it was their own honored that had been bismirched. As Runch and crew began to flee, Joanne in tow (believed to be a hostage) the commodore agreed and thought it would be an interesting new show.

For the rest of the night the Krunch Pirates fought against the circus masters while Joanne investigated the accident that had almost killed her, only to find that it was no accident. The circus beast tamer's resentment had grown beyond his control, leading to his sabotage of the final cannon. The ringleader himself found out, but instead of putting the man in his place, the ringleader merely berated him for nearly killing their biggest money maker. Joanne, hearing this from the shadows, became enraged. She was just a meal ticket? He never actually cared for her well being? He left before her righteous fury was put into action, but the beastmaster did not escape her justice. After a hard fought battle, she had him at her mercy. Instead of putting a bullet between his eyes, she opted to pistol whip him and leave his ass behind to suffer the embarrassment. 

Feeling she had no place left to go, Joanne boarded K. Runch's ship as he pulled out of harbor. The rest of the crew were surprised to see the circus performer suddenly aboard their vessel and when questioned on why she was there, she had this to say. "I go where I want, you don't own me!" Ever since Joanne Schrodinger has been the sharpshooter of Runch's crew and (begrudgingly) grown closer to everyone.

[b][color=brown]Wish:[/color][/b] Joanne has entered to give her cap'n two bites at the apple, so to speak. She has already found her wish living with a crew of people who accept her for who and what she is (even if she has to pistol-whup their asses into shape here and there), so her plans upon winning would be to grant Runch's desires.

[b][color=brown]Echo:[/color][/b] A circus big top built upon spires of rocks jutting up from the sea, cannons, trapeze, and other obstacles spread around wooden platforms and the air.

[b][color=brown]Appearance:[/color][/b] [hider][img]http://i.imgur.com/3L61Paf.png[/img][/hider]
Joanne is, well, a honey badger. A honey badger that normally walks on two legs, wears a cowboy hat, and has a bandoleer of ammunition for her guns. It's a pretty jarring and bizarre sight for most people.

[b][color=brown]Frenzy:[/color][/b] When Joanne frenzies under the influence of the phylactery, she drops her guns, sheds her clothing, and fully embraces her animal nature in a beastial, rabid physical assault. In this state her physical abilities are enhanced to be considerably stronger than your average honey badger and her teeth and claws grow to be several inches in length, but she loses all higher reasoning, including her precious speech, making her frenzy something to avoid at all costs as it will result in almost certain defeat. After all, a badger of enhanced strength is still just as susceptible to gun and sword, losing the ability to strategize or the concept of dodging isn't conducive to long term survival.

[b][color=brown]Inventory:[/color][/b] Phylactery[/hider]