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[sub][b]Alexandra Douglas | 22 | Species: Human[/b]
[i]"There's two sides to everything, if you're willing to look."[/i][/sub][/center]

[sub][color=goldenrod][H3]Alias:[/h3][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]Icarus[/color][/indent][/indent]

[sub][color=goldenrod][H3]Appearance:[/h3][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]At 5'5" and 112 pounds, there's not that much of Alex - She obviously isn't much for throwing punches or lifting heavy objects, anyway. Delicate features and a slight build contribute to the kind of person that perhaps would have been seen as pretty, though not refined enough to be classically beautiful - If it wasn't for the long, pinkish-white scars that mar her face and neck, stretching right down to her shoulder. As it is, she tries to embrace the situation, her asymmetrical hairstyle another reflection of the fact that her two sides don't quite match up. If she can't blend in, then she might as well try standing out.

She carries herself with the the confidence of someone that knows you might be looking at her, and just doesn't quite care. Not actively looking to draw attention, but not too bothered if you'd rather just stare at her than look her in the eye. If anything, she seems to appreciate it - There are advantages to be had in knowing exactly where you stand.
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[sub][color=goldenrod][H3]Background:[/h3][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]Born by the name of 'Katherine Peters' to a fairly low-ranking executive at Horizon, Alex's initial upbringing left her fairly well taken care of. An average school, average friends, and boring, average life - At least if you ignored the shamanic traditions her family practised, anyway. The girl had a gift for talk, perhaps thanks to both her media-saturated environment and the shamanic tradition's focus on charisma.

Her mentor spirit, Monkey, only encouraged her in embracing the joy to be found in spinning things around on others.

Once her father figured out her ability to put a spin on things, he'd often come home looking for her take on a report, how to spin things for the best story. Searching for flaws in the narrative, unnecessary additions and possible improvements - While progress was slow at first, the two of them together became a more and more efficient pair, almost every hour of spare time spent in the makeshift media workshop that was the apartment's spare room.

This analytical prowess shone through in her educational skills too - But instead of going for a degree or anything similar, she decided to stick with Horizon and shoot for a job. After all, having a secure job at one of the world's biggest Megacorporations wasn't something to sneeze at, and when evidence of all the help she'd provided so far was presented to the interviewer, she was able to get just that.

Life was pretty good from then on, sitting with a relatively prestigious job and big-city apartment of her own at 20 years of age. Her advancement within the company had been fairly quick, and it only seemed to be getting better as time went on as far as she was concerned. But she was naive, and her aptitude for the camera left her forgetting about corporate politics. In her elation at her progress, she'd forgotten one key thing; There were reasons not to climb too fast.

Reasons that were apparent when, on a road trip out of L.A, a bomb went off in her car. Whatever you might say about shadowrunners, they got the job done. She woke from her coma four months later, with no message or visitors, just a hospital bill and an eviction notice. It was a miracle that she survived, but the wounds from the shrapnel and the crash left the scars that haunt her to this day.

But the lack of reaction from anyone made it clear - Whoever had felt threatened by her, they were either far richer, or far more powerful, enough that she had no chance of getting retribution. And no doubt once they learned of her survival, they'd try again. Luckily, Alex's skills let her convince the poor unsuspecting guy at the reception to change the records. Just one simple change that gave her a chance at a new life.

As far as the world was concerned, that day, Katherine Peterson died.

And a few months later Alex Douglas, illegal Shaman and shadowrunner extraordinaire, was born in the shadows of New Reykjavik.

Over her time as a Shadowrunner, her jobs haven't tended towards the particularly high-profile or prestigious, but she's learned a few good ways to fire a gun - And a hundred better ways not to. After all, every low-level street thug can shoot someone, and life's so much easier when someone else does the dirty work.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[sub][color=goldenrod][H3]Skills:[/h3][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]An expert in everything people, Alex's primary skill set is that of what you'd call a Face. Private personal affairs and secure information are her bread and butter, whether she's protecting them for a price or blackmailing someone with the details of a few sordid affairs - If it's people you're dealing with, she's the type you want on your side.

As a result, most of her talents are directed towards trying to avoid confrontation in the first place, so she's a bit of a talker when she needs to be. Before the whole 'scarring' thing, she'd happily flirt her way to a deal, but even still she can analyse and negotiate with the best of them. Failing that, coercion, blackmail, and lying her way out of a bad situation are just as ideal as far as she's concerned. All it takes is a little persuasion. Failing that, she can always just use illusion magic to help get her way.

That's not to say she's completely useless in a fight, considering her shamanic magic. She isn't the most suited to front-line combat, however, so she'd really rather not shoot at all their problems. Still, when they inevitably get in a fight she specialises in illusion and manipulation. She can heal to an extent, but she sucks at it and nine times out of ten won't waste the energy in a fight. Afterwards, maybe.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[sub][color=goldenrod][H3]Equipment:[/h3][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray][list][*]Defiance EX Shocker x1
[*]Colt America D36 light pistol x1
[*]Aqua Fictus x1
[*]Spellcasting Focus Ring (Illusion) x1
[*]Rapid Transit Elite Clothing - Built for those on the move, this stuff is great for comfort and protection while going about all your regular day-to-day activities.
[*]Standard Creditstick x1
[*]Horizon I.D for 'Katherine Peters', kept hidden for safety reasons.[/list][/color][/indent][/indent]

[sub][color=goldenrod][H3]General Nonsense:[/h3][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=lightgray]Visited her own grave out of a sense of morbid curiosity once, just for the novelty. Hopefully no-one thought it was too strange that she took one of the flowers that had left there as a souvenir, but she definitely got some mildly disturbed looks from the odd visiting relative.

Her scars tend to itch a lot, but for whatever reason she doesn't seem to look for a way to lessen it. Anyone that asks about it doesn't seem to get a straight answer if they don't know her - But then, at least in New Reykjavik, nobody seems to know her at all.
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