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[b]Name:[/b] Alex aka "Rocket" 

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Age:[/b] Seventeen 

[b]Physical Description:[/b] [img]http://36.media.tumblr.com/83428ad13ee336577363458b2488a23a/tumblr_n65smlcQWe1r47u2ho1_500.png[/img]

[b]Bio:[/b] For as long as Rocket could remember she was fighting with her fists. She was always punching, wether it be fore the best scraps of food or to teach someone a lesion about messing with her. Her father always joked that she even came out of the womb punching at the air. The young and horribly reckless Rocket decided to turn this skill into a livelihood. She left home at fifteen to go and become a 'professional' fighter. It was more like joining an illegal and underground fighting ring with men and women twice her age, but she fit in well. She would get herself tossed in the ring, beat the snot out of whoever was in front of her and then took all the prizes. 

But like any young "celebrity" this fame began to go to her head. After loosing a few fights her sponsors threatened to pull out if she didn't toughen up. She found her next mistake in a chem called Hydra. Rocket didn't know what the stuff was made out of, or even what it did specifically but one day it was offered to her. The greasy, and clearly high, fighter promised her that it would make her arms and legs feel even stronger. It would reduce crippling. 

And boy it sure did.

Rocket was back to her fist swinging self, always drinking a hydra before entering the ring and slowly, as well as being unaware, her caps began to dwindle. And one day, right before a fight, Rocket discovered she was completely out of hydra. She returned to the fighter who got her hooked, desperate and begging for another dose, only to have him laugh his way to the slot machines. The results of the withdrawal were pretty crippling. She constantly has blown out pupils and sweats as well as shaky hands and a shortness of breath. So for awhile Rocket has been wandering Mexico City, trying to salvage through rubble to find anything that might make her enough caps for some more hydra. 

Rocket discovered a flyer, recruiting people for who knows what. Rocket didn't care about what she was being hired for, but caps and food sounded nice. And hey, family was pretty good too. 

[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] Rocket is all fists all the time. She has several pairs of unarmed weapons, spiked knuckles and brass knuckles, depending on the occasion. She also has a combat knife on her, but rarely uses it. She also has limited knowledge on guns, but only as far as loading and pulling the trigger. 

[b]Armor:[/b] Rocket wears Merc Explorers Armor, which she stripped off a rotting corpse. It's good, light, armor that still allows her to move her arms and legs. She also wears a headscarf that covers her head and neck from the sun. 
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