Name: Skeet Lawless

Age: 20

Gender/Sexuality: Female, Heterosexual

Main Skill: Free-running

Secondary Skills: Gymnastics, acrobatics, flexibility

Quirk: She’ll blow a kiss at an enemy, but if an ally makes a serious move their balls are going to be living up in their throat. 

Oddity: She will re-set her own dislocated bones, with a disgusting cracking sound. 

Flaw: Under her flirtacious persona, she’s cold as ice. She does not play well with others. 

Secret Weapon: Looks can kill, and in Skeet’s case they usually do. Her enemies assume she’s harmless; she laughs as she snaps their necks and backflips to safety. She doesn’t look strong or vicious enough to survive in Metropolis, but she thrives. 

Goal in Life (meta): Skeet wants to make a life for herself—somewhere where she doesn’t have to kill somebody to make a buck, where she can survive without walking on the broken backs of others. 

Goal in Life (immediate): Don’t get caught, don’t get killed. 

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Win: Skeet isn’t without morals, and she’s tough. Her determination and willpower are legendary. Using every ounce of self-preservation and humanity in her, she’ll fight her way to something worth having, and she’ll do it without hurting the innocent. (Everyone else is fair game.) She won’t let anyone or anything get in the way of her ideal life. 

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Fail: She has no allies. Skeet has never relied on anyone else, and she doesn’t really understand that she can’t do this alone. At some point, she’s going to need help, and when that time comes, she will be too proud to ask for it. 

Theme song(s): [hider=U & Ur Hand][youtube]YUtHjOvPKT0[/youtube][/hider]

Description: [hider=Skeet][img= http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd309/Airin_Aveross/Role-play%20characters/Futuristic/SkullApocalypsegirl.png~original][/hider]
Long brown hair tied with a red handkerchief, amber eyes, a smile as sharp as a razor. A smile that says, “You wish, idiot.” 

Equipment: 
[b]Urban Flayr™ Silk Scarf in [i]Red Dead Dame[/i][/b]—The first in Metropolitan fashion, Urban Flayr™ brings you the beauty and luxury of space-farmed silk. The scarf itself is 60 inches long and four inches wide, and, for a limited time, can be purchased in a set with a matching handkerchief. 

[b]Kommando Se7en™ Wrist Blades[/b]— Feeling vulnerable at that society gala? Did the gorillas at the door run a metal detector over you and confiscate your means of self-defense? The sleekest in concealed weaponry, these paired blades are made of hand-fired ceramic, undetectable by traditional means. Furthermore, they are designed to fit nearly under almost any sleeve with no discernible outline, and can be activated with the twitch of a finger. Each blade is a savage six inches in length and are available in both serrated and straight varieties. 

[b]Neo™ Pocket Dimension[/b]— Neo™ is currently the only company specializing in personalized pocket dimensions, ideal for the lady or gentleman on the go. Simply strap your customized activator to a belt buckle, purse strap, or pants pocket, tap the little red button, and aim the reticule at whatever you wish to take with you. After a three second wait, the device will beep, and the object will be sucked into your own personal dimension! The Neo™ Pocket Dimension comes in a variety of sizes—from Planet, to Galaxy, to Star System, each with more and more storage space. 

Generic Equipment: Short-wave radio and a pager to reach her with jobs. 

Short Bio: Skeet remembers little of her childhood; most of her memories are of running sensitive packages through Metropolis for cash. Her incredibly speed and agility (along with her discreet service) soon made her popular. Rarely without work, Skeet was soon able to buy herself food, instead of using the five-finger discount to feed herself. As she grew older, she became harder to overlook—she was quite attractive—and learned to use her sex appeal to pull off her jobs. She also grew more ruthless. By the time she was eighteen she was no longer squeamish about death, and had been forced, more than once, to slit a throat to ensure silence. She will avoid it if she can, but if Skeet is in a situation where it is either her or a hired thug, she’ll choose herself, every time.