All right, I've decided to keep Aethel and just edit out any mention of Una from the bio since Madhog hasn't returned yet. And Vash/DSM, it is just great to have you back man.

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[center]Name:
Æðelþryð (Aethelthryth) Cynebaldsdohtor

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Preferred Weapon(s):
Æðelþryð carries around as many grenades and other explosives around with her as she can. She also tends to have a vest of high-yield explosives strapped to her chest for the most dire of circumstances.

Abilities:
She's extremely proficient at making explosives and can throw quite accurately, thanks to a fair amount of practice. But she's really just a regular old human.

Image of Character:
[img=http://i.imgur.com/e3uVKhj.jpg]

Bio:
Æðelþryð is a terrorist. Well, not quite; she's been labelled as such by the authorities of every single planet she's ever visited, and she herself quite likes the term and uses it to describe herself. But since the definition of terrorism is "the use of violence and intimidation in the pursuit of political aims," she doesn't quite fit. While she does indeed commit widespread and indiscriminate bombings, they're not for some bigger goal. She simply does it because she loves making and watching explosions, regardless of the damage they cause.

She was born on a world with a very distinct dichotomy between the rich and the poor. The rich lived incredibly lavish lives in the clean and beautiful "upper world", while the poor worked and toiled all their lives in the filthy and polluted "under world" to support lifestyle the rich. Æðelþryð was born into the latter category, but in some ways she was lucky. She was an accident, and in fact her father wanted her mother to have an abortion, as a child would mean another mouth to feed. However, Æðelþryð's mother refused and wound up giving birth to her. Her mother died from complications soon after, and her father threw her into the street like trash. But luckily she was found by a man named Cynebald, who took in the infant and raised her as if she was his own child. Cynebald was also the one who taught her all she knows about explosives, for that was his job. He was known as the Bombsmith, and was mostly left alone for a number of reasons. Criminals left him alone because they knew they'd do jobs for him and that trying to break into his home would be a death sentence. And those in the upper echelons of society left him alone for similar reasons, it wasn't uncommon for them to hire him for dirty jobs to take out their rivals or ruin them.

So Æðelþryð spent most of her early life with this man, learning the insides and outsides of bombs and explosives, how to make and use them, etc. Everything she'd need to know about them. And she took a great enjoyment in it, even from a young age she was enamoured with the explosions. They were powerful, they were beautiful, they were perfect. Eventually she started going out on jobs with her adoptive father, but he would scold her because she used her explosives with an almost reckless abandon, not seeming to care about any form of collateral damage. When he realized he couldn't stop her from doing so, he stopped taking her out on jobs with her. And so she left. It wasn't like she ran away, she told him she was leaving, that she wanted to find her own way in the world. And he accepted it and let her go, after providing her with plenty of supplies and wishing her luck.

And that was how her reign of terror began. She traveled far and wide across numerous planets, bombing buildings and people because she loved to do it. And she managed to lay low and avoid the authorities, though she did have some close calls at first. And she lived like this for several years.

Eventually she decided to make her way to Norrux Mirugal, figuring that the fact that it didn't really have any government besides the gangs would make it pleasantly easy to bomb quite a few buildings before moving on with little risk. Unfortunately Rectja Tyrr somehow discovered that she was on the planet, and who they were. So he sent some of his thugs with an "invitation"; she refused and proceeded to blow them up. Then he sent some thugs out after her; she blew them up as well. The next time he sent even more men, and despite the fact that they took numerous casualties, they eventually managed to corner her and take her captive. Well, "captive" wouldn't be the proper term as she wasn't completely at their mercy, thanks to the vest of high-yield explosives Æðelþryð was wearing. Upon meeting Rectja he made it clear that he could use someone of her talents and skills, and essentially blackmailed her into working for him. After all, he could make sure that she didn't leave the planet, and it would be rather unfortunate were the authorities of the planets she'd visited to receive an anonymous tip as to her current location. And this is still her current situation, working for Rectja. Her feelings are mixed, she doesn't particularly like Rectja and his thugs and she's not fond of the fact that she was caught and can't pick her targets, but she does still get to enjoy blowing things up.

Other:
The rebreather/gas-mask looking apparatus Æðelþryð wear on her face isn't just for show. The under world of her home planet is so filthy and polluted that the people living their have built up an immunity to the toxic pollutants in the smoggy atmosphere. However, this has resulted in them having difficulty breathing in "clean" air. Even on Norrux Mirugal if she were to remove it she would suffer from shortness of breath, fatigue, wheezing, and other such problems. Not that she tells anyone this.[/center]
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