[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LjE2YmJkNC5TWEpwY3lCVGRISnBkR05vLjI,/dendritic-voltage.regular.png[/img][/center] [center][img] -Picture I will eventually draw here-[/img][/center] [B]Age: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff]21[/COLOR] [B]Gender: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff]Female[/COLOR] [B]Origin: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff]Chicago, United States of America[/COLOR] [b]Appearance:[/b] [COLOR=#99ccff] Iris is a tomboyish girl standing 5,8 with maroon eyes, a gaunt but athletic figure, and an a-cup bust leaving her with a mostly flat chest. Her hair is styled in a pixy cut dyed sky blue with little streaks of stark neon yellow running through it. Typically dressed in a rebellious, tattered clothes Iris can often be mistaken for a teenager or seen as an immature young women. However the mechanical brace on her leg and the black paneling of her threatening right arm often draw attention away from her youthful face and bright hair. From her shoulder to the tips of her fingers Iris's arm has been replaced with an advanced cybernetic prosthetic. And not a common model either, compact yet thick, made up of interlocking yet flexible armor plates with shielded joints. The arm itself is black but has been crudely spray painted sky blue like her hair. In stark contrast to her rather advanced looking right arm a crude, almost scrap brace clings to her right leg. The leg itself is heavily scared, denoting muscle damage that was never fully recovered from. The [/COLOR] [B]Nickname/Handle: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff]"The Dull Blade" or "Dull"[/COLOR] [B]Psychological Analysis: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff]Fancy talk for 'Personality'. Give me a good paragraph or so describing your character's personality. Rule of thumb: the more detail, the better.[/COLOR] [B]Personal Record: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff]Iris Stritch was born in Chicago, but moved to upstate New York a year afterwards where she spent the remainder of her childhood. She was the daughter of a young US Airforce pilot and a former hacker turned software designer. Due to her mother's cold attitude towards her the young Iris often gravitated towards her father, becoming infatuated with flight due to his profession. Despite being in the military Iris's father was not obsessed with discipline or blindly patriotic. In fact he had a distinct, questioning attitude with a harsh view of authority. As she reached her teens Iris emulated her father, becoming outspoken, rebellious, and developing powerful anti-authority sentiments that would never truly leave her. After a colorful run through high school Iris graduated and immediately attempted to enroll in the Air Force to become a pilot like her father. While dedicated, well versed on flight, and possessing a surprising affinity for aircraft, Iris was washed out of the air force due to disciplinary issues. Where the other young men and women were happy to do as they were told, Iris was never fully comfortable being blindly subservient to others. This eventually got her thrown out, but not before she caught the eye of an executive from an aeronautics company. Already familiar with her father the man offered to give her a job, interested in seeing her through the proceedings to become a licensed civilian pilot so she could benefit his company. While not what she had in mind Iris was happy to take the job. Her father was happy for her but there were others who were not. She'd made enemies of the other young air force attendees. Their ass kissing, blind obedience sickened her and she chided them, calling them 'glorified wind up toys'. They came to blows with her, trying to beat her in her sleep, but Iris was the one who ended up doing the beating and was thrown out for the incident. Before she was sent away though her fellows arranged a 'going away' present. A staged accident involving a truck and old antique plane parts being shipped to a museum. The result nearly killed her, severing her right arm at the shoulder and maiming her right leg. Iris woke up in the hospital in blinding pain. Hours after waking up she was informed her father had been shoot down and killed, and shortly after that received news that aeronautics company was no longer interested in hiring her. After recovering and suffering through physical therapy, Iris came home to her grieving mother. Normally cold her mother was angry with her and the two argued, leading to Iris being thrown out of the house. Missing an arm, jobless, and reduced to walking with a limp, Iris had seemingly nowhere to go. The only consultation was that upon her father's death a large sum of money had been left to her. Iris could have easily gotten a home and begun work on making a new life for herself. But Iris was angry. Angry at her mother, at her father, at the air force, at the government, at the world. So she took her money and went searching. Tapping into some black market connections she'd made through unsavory friends, Iris blew the vast majority of her money on a high grade bleeding edge cybernetic arm and a back alley doctor to install it. The process was painful and though advanced the arm had been stripped of it's more interesting hardware so she could afford it. As soon as she woke up and grew accustomed to the arm, she used what little money she had left to fashion a mechanical brace for her bum leg and bought a plane ticket to Japan. Iris took a one way trip far, far away from her homeland with nothing to her name but the clothes on her back and the cybernetics in her body. Hitting the streets Iris spent the first few weeks wandering aimlessly, hungry, confused, and living like a hobo. Slowly she caught up on the language and found work, freelance largely illegal work for local gangs and yakuza. Iris felt a strange joy in the fighting and jobs she undertook. While she took the money of her employers she was ultimately the one who decided what to do. If there was a job she didn't like, she didn't take it. If a job took a turn she didn't like, she didn't put up with it. Iris became a "Street Samurai". Years passed and before Iris knew it she'd spent nearly two years on the street. It wasn't long before she craved a change of location and moved to China where she fell in with a mercenary group. She had little tolerance for their military-esque elements, but they were willing to hire her and she was willing to play ball until she found something better or was forced to leave... [/COLOR] [B]Equipment: [/B][COLOR=#99ccff] *KNIFE-9 Arm: An advanced cybernetic prosthetic that though 2 years old by this point is still a very rare, and very valuable piece of hardware. The Knife-9 is a compact but powerful arm designed explicitly for close quarters combat and concealability. Originally the Knife-9 was supposed to be installed with nine combat modules, all of one of these were removed when it was sold piecemeal on the black market. Iris's Knife-9 only had the knuckle claws function left intact, though the blades of the flaws had been replaced with inferior knock offs. The blades quickly broke and were reduced to glorified spikes. Rolling with what she had Iris began to use the Knife-9 to give her an advantage in unarmed combat. The Knife-9 arm is powerful, using artificial muscles and micro servomotors to produce stunning physical output. With it she could crush ribcages and snap normal arms like twigs. The Knife-9 is able to overpower even other cybernetic arms, able to overwhelm all but specialized models. The interlocking but flexible armor that makes up and covers the arm gives it tremendous durability and in turn makes the arm a powerful bludgeoning weapon. The armor can stop small to medium arms, even capable of taking blows for otherwise dedicated armor piercers before succumbing to damage. Due to all the removed hardware the arm leaves a lot of space for additional upgrades, equipment, and cyberware. *Wristbow: Iris isn't the biggest fan of guns but understands the importance of ranged weapons. So instead of a pistol she carries a compact, forearm mounted, high tension crossbow or a 'wrist bow'. It's able to silently launch bolts at enemies from fair distances. Though they don't travel as fast as a bullet the bolts still hurt and are more then capable of piercing armor, in fact the bolts are better suited at piercing certain armors then traditional bullets are. The wristbow is easily concealed and can fire a wide variety of bolts and ammunition types though Iris only currently has standard bolts. *Standard Bolts x20 *NanoKav Vest: Nanokevlar vest, stock standard for many organizations and places. Nanofibers weaved in a protective webbing capable of stopping small arms fire and offering some degree of protection from medium firearms. Though not the best protection, especially for a close quarters brawler like herself, it's all she can afford. She always wears it underneath her clothes. [/COLOR][/hider]