[hider=Rebecca Chertal]Name: Rebecca Chertal.

Species: Human.

Age: 100, but due to a youth serum looks about 23.

Gender: Female.

Personality: Rebecca is cautious about forming bonds with people. She’s friendly, but there’s a wariness to her eyes that shows she’s had her trust abused before. Rebecca is honest about things and likes to get to the point, as dancing around a subject can end poorly. Rebecca is rather inquisitive and doesn’t like secrets being kept from her, which can cause strain on others when she does her own investigation into things rather than just accepting them at face value.

Appearance: Rebecca stands at about 5’ 7”. Slightly tall for women, but not excessive. Rebecca’s hair is black in color and is about shoulder length. It’s kept straight and out of her face, but is otherwise not really taken care of aside from trimming and washing. Rebecca’s face is rather attractive with refined feminine features and a lack of scars. Rebecca doesn’t wear makeup, too much time to apply it. Rebecca’s body is well toned with muscle from her work, but thanks to the trickery that a shady doctor pulled she’s far more attractive than she remembers. Not that Rebecca is complaining. Rebecca’s bust is large, prominent and attention grabbing while her hips and thighs are fairly thick, giving her a well defined hourglass that, in hindsight, Rebecca likes to exploit. After all, sex appeal is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. 

Rebecca’s outfit amps this up some since she wears a pair 3” high heel knee length black leather punk boots which are capped with silver skulls. This brings her total height up to 6’, putting Rebecca on eye level with most men. Rebecca also wears a pair of black leather motorcycle pants. These pants cling tightly to Rebecca and define her lower body well. They also have the added benefit of having protective ribbing along the thighs, calves, and knees. Rebecca also wears a black cropped tank top that clings to her body and ends just below the top of her navel. Over this, Rebecca wears a black leather biker jacket that is left open. Between her tank top and biker jacket Rebecca wears a double shoulder holster set, complete with two revolvers. Rebecca also wears a pair of fingerless black leather gloves with tipped metal studs over the knuckles. They’re not sharp on their own, but a good punch would probably dig out skin. On each wrist is a silver wristband that serves as a compression chamber for ammunition, holding thousands of rounds each and ensuring that Rebecca will always have plenty of ammunition to reload with. As a bonus, the bracelets are made from a magnesium and silicon carbide alloy that allows them to be extremely tough while weighing almost nothing.

Powers: No physical powers, at least, not without her gear. If she could get her microdrive belt repaired Rebecca could blink short distances with a small cooldown between each blink. Unfortunately, her dimension hopping gear is burned out beyond repair and she’s stuck there unless she gets new versions or finds some alternate method to hop between dimensions.

It’s not really a “power” per say, but Rebecca does have a pair of [url=http://nhwoodworker.com/Gallery/remington_1875ssm.jpg]Remington model 1875 revolvers[/url] that are chambered for [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/.45_Colt].45 Colt[/url]. They’re not original production revolvers, but are modern built replicas. This allows them to enjoy modern alloys which render the guns stronger and easier to maintain while also giving the added benefit of allowing them to have double/single action triggers instead of just single action, which would render it impossible to fire the guns akimbo due to the hammer needing to be cocked manually for each shot.

Strengths: Two revolvers. A lot of combat experience.

Weaknesses: Fear of old age. Fear of loss of physical capability. Fear of betrayal. Loyalty and trust issues.

Background: In another universe Rebecca was one of the finest bounty hunters that her corner of the galaxy knew. Hired on as a permanent member of the local sector security force Rebecca was given a badge and a blank check to make the best use of her natural talent. Rebecca coasted on that for a few years until she was twenty five, but after a few missions went bad due to her raw talent no longer holding up to the tougher targets she was sent after Rebecca was put through the standard and advanced training courses that the local security force had developed. Her body lost a lot of the curvature it once had. This was replaced by a very athletic frame that performed much better than Rebecca’s previously more beauty oriented body. With her physical performance nearing a peak Rebecca reentered the fray and brought in bounty after bounty. Her skills with her revolvers were unmatched by the crime lords she took down or brought in, and only one thing kept Rebecca on the sidelines: Time.

By 35, Rebecca was starting to feel the toll that a hyper-athletic body and lifestyle could take. Her joints ached from the constant exercise and combat, while her wrists were sore from the constant akimbo nature of her revolvers. For all the natural talent Rebecca had, it was still best to hold a gun with two hands to better manage the kick. Rebecca was pulled from active missions and was assigned to internal jobs and training. For lack of a better term, Rebecca was now a desk clerk. Rebecca hated pushing papers and reading trainee files, though actually training people wasn’t half bad. Unfortunately, by fifty, Rebecca was spent. Her back and joints had developed problems that required powerful medication to be taken daily, and her vision was starting to wear down, which mandated glasses. Rebecca hated her day to day now, as everyone was reluctant to assign her to anything for fear of losing her strategic skill. One day, Rebecca caught a break, though it wasn’t quite the break she was asking for.

During a session of training, one of her students, a young and naturally skilled man that reminded Rebecca of her own start, was doing some training with rubberized rounds. Non lethal, but not free from danger. Rebecca’s bulletproof vest caught on the sharp corner of the simulated scrap metal cover and snapped open, the trainee didn’t notice this and planted three rubber 5.56 mm rounds into Rebecca’s stomach. The pain was immense, and the only thing that Rebecca remembered was the cry for a medic before she passed out. Rebecca awoke a week later floating in a nanite tank, which brought interesting news.

The nanomachines that had been used to repair her shattered intestines had also gone to work repairing the damage that time had done to the rest of her body. Rebecca, for all intents and purposes, was back to being 25. This was amazing to Rebecca, but it also served as the start of her ending. The trainee that she had been dueling with was an agent planted by some of the more corrupt higher members of the security force. Rebecca was young again, but only as long as the nanomachines remained in her body. Rebecca was thrown back into the field, her years of experience in a body of a fresh recruit was a deadly combination that made her one of their most successful agents.

However, Rebecca didn’t drop her previous job and instead shifted to managing internal affairs. This was the match that lit the fuse. Rebecca began to notice trends within the security forces that grew more and more disturbing. Criminals that were brought in alive mysteriously died, and high ranking crime lords kept finding ways to escape from their top tier cells. Something was up, and Rebecca wanted to know. The corrupt members of the security force couldn’t have that, and so they decided to further distance Rebecca from internal affairs by providing her with trans-dimensional work. This kept Rebecca from snooping for a while, but it was far too soon for their liking that Rebecca resumed her investigations onto the suspicious activities that were plaguing the department. Enough was enough. With a remote signal, they deactivated the nanomachines that were keeping Rebecca young and alive.

The next few days were a rush. Rebecca had to find something to fix her problem, but most of her contacts were being burned left and right. Dipping into the black market that she used to terrorize, Rebecca found a doctor with a rare youth serum. Unloading what remained of her bank account, Rebecca underwent treatment. The doctor, however, did not intend on being honest. Rebecca was made young again, but she also found that her previously hyper-athletic body was replaced by one that was both extraordinarily attractive and hyper feminine. Not the best for a soldier without a home. Rebecca’s hands were strapped to the table while the doctor explained that he was going to brainwash her into a personal servant, and approached with a helmet in hand, ready to rewrite her mind to serve his beck and call. Thankfully the doctor was not dealing with the best of materials, and Rebecca was able to slip her hand out from one of the cuffs. As Rebecca broke his nose, her body still seemed to harbor its previous physical power well enough. Perhaps a slight decrease due to the missing muscle mass, but everything felt fairly good. Gathering her gear up and trading a medical gown for the only clothing she could find, Rebecca noticed that something was off. Her dimensional jump gear was charging, which was only a function that it did when it was preparing to jump. Someone had been messing with it. Rebecca tried to get the warp pack off, but the locks had been smeared with a contact glue. A cheap trick, but effective if someone wasn’t expecting it.

Rebecca was thrown through the warpspace violently. When she left, she slammed into the ground deep inside a forest. It was dark, and Rebecca could barely see. Parts of her gear sparked from the harsh landing, and her tracking and warp equipment smoked from the meddling that had been done to it. Standing up, Rebecca looked about to try and get her bearings. Spotting lights in the distance, Rebecca began to hike and soon found herself at a lodge buried deep in the woods.

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