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Melissa Locke



Whiplash



30, January 27th



Female



Photo-journalist / Videographer

• Dynamic Camouflage: Able to conceal herself + her clothing to match a background she touches.
• Wall Crawling: Ability to climb most surfaces with ease, even upside down.
• Enhanced Strength: Slightly above peak human ability (~ 1500lbs over her head for short periods of time)
• Enhanced Vision and Spatial Awareness: Enhanced night vision, improved daytime vision and faster reflexes.
• Highly Trained in Krav Maga: Trained from childhood in the ways of Krav Maga. Combined with her enhanced strength, she is truly a foe to be reckoned with.

Camouflage requires a lot of energy, therefore she can only hold it for a minute or two at best. No more durable than an average person and will succumb to most things that would kill a normal human being. Her heightened senses are also more susceptible to damage given their extra sensitivity (ex. Bright light will daze her for longer than someone with regular vision.)

• Professional-Grade DSLR (ED): Her main photography and videography camera. Mel never leaves home without it. She also carries a variety of lenses to suit her needs in the field.
• Laptop (ED): Mainly for sending her photos and footage to large news corporations, main asset in her source of income.
• Black tactical backpack (ED): Something sturdy that will stay put, no matter her orientation, even upside down. Carries all her work gear.
• Hard knuckle gloves (H): Standard duty gloves with a hard carbon fibre inlay around the knuckles. Gives that extra ‘oomf’ to her unarmed combat strikes.

A product of an experiment gone wrong.

Or maybe an experiment gone right…

Melissa’s life has been one of perspective. In her early life, all she knew were the four concrete walls of what was essentially a glorified prison cell. Created from the genetic modification of an embryo, then grown in a lab until she was ready to “be born”, Melissa was purpose built to be the first in what was meant to be the next generation of soldiers. Mind you, there was one issue. She was originally intended to be male. A slip-up by one of the engineers caused an unintended, unnoticed change in her chromosomes, so they were quite surprised when the fetus started showing female traits. Nevertheless, the team continued to grow their reptilian-chromosome-enlaced fetus until birth.

Because of the issues, her portion of the project was scrapped and restarted from the beginning. Melissa was born in critical condition, barely breathing or showing any vital signs at all. She was kept in I.C.U at the Eclipse lab for the first two years of her life until she stabilized, before being transferred to a regular cell when she turned three. Throughout her childhood she was taught a relatively standard school curriculum from age five to fourteen, all the while being trained to fight alongside what was essentially her one year younger brother. The creation that was intended to replace her.

Up until this point, both Mel and her younger counterpart had been considered complete successes. They had both shown themselves able to use their abilities very competently and were both extremely proficient in hand to hand combat. But Mel was exhibiting something that the male wasn’t, something that the top brass of the facility thought was very intriguing and that would be very profitable. Enhanced strength. At age fourteen, she was able to lift almost 500 lbs above her head with no issue, able to slow a moving vehicle significantly and able to beat almost every single combat instructor in one on one combat.

Eventually her “brother” was all but forgotten and Mel took the spotlight, the centerpiece of their super-soldier program. No longer residing in a prison cell-- she had made it clear that she hated the cell by putting a whole through five feet of concrete-- Mel lived a fairly decent life. Now sixteen years old, she trained, ate and slept with the rest of the team while her counterpart sat on the sidelines, jealousy and hatred building inside of him.

And then one night, he snapped. Mel awoke to sirens going off all around. She stepped outside of her room only to see the corpses of the entire research team, the closest thing she had to family, strewn about the lab. In the center of them, her counterpart stood, bruised and bloodied. She couldn’t believe it. It felt surreal, seeing them all dead. The anger began to rise inside of her and she couldn’t help but think about killing the young man that stood in front of her. But part of her held back. He had been through enough.

Time flew by for the next fourteen years after Mel had escaped the Eclipse lab. In this time, Mel had been in and out of both orphanages and schools. She didn’t last more than a month in one place before she no longer felt safe around the other students. Eventually, after living on the street for a year, she managed to get a job at a fast food restaurant and found a cheap apartment to stay in. Mel worked hard to save money for college and applied for a two-year journalism course.

Now? Mel earned her diploma in journalism and through persuasion, managed to land a job at a small, independent newspaper company as a photojournalist. Though infrequent, a story that requires her specific skill set will occasionally come through. Her boss doesn’t know how she manages the pictures she does, but in Mel’s mind all that matters is the final product.



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- After completing her Master’s degree, Jessica hopes to become a Nurse Practitioner.

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Sophia Ann McLaughlin


Snowphia


Nineteen


Female


Straight (Known), Bi (In the closet)


Little Sister, Sophomore


Criminology


Law

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Sophia has a rather small frame for such a powerhouse. Standing at only five foot, four inches tall and weighing in at a measly one-hundred forty pounds, she is very lean and toned. Her arms rival those of most high school guys from years of training in mixed martial arts. Her figure is slender with few curves, but with just enough of them to differentiate her from a smaller guy. Locks of long, dark brown-red hair border her face on the rare occasion her hair isn’t pinned up in some fashion and match her equally-dark brown eyes.

On any given day, Sophia may have semi-visible bruised on her forearms from sparring at the local gym. Apart from that, she is free of any easily visible scars. Most prominently however, Sophia has a sleeve tattoo covering the majority of her right arm that she shows off proudly. She normally dresses in whatever is comfortable, usually a pair of jeans, a tank top and her black leather jacket. The occasional time when she’s dressed up, she usually sticks to darker colors to match her hair and eyes.

• Hard rock, indie rock and most other rock music. She likes it loud.
• Straight black coffee.
• Working out and helping her friends work out.
• Comfortable, yet fashionable clothing.
• Spicy foods.
• The colour blue.
• Thunderstorms.

• Being interrupted, especially while studying
• Getting up early
• Math homework.
• Being called little pet names like “Fifi”
• Weekly phone-calls to her parents
• Nosy people
• Being talked over

• Drumming on her legs in class
• Bites her nails subconsciously while she studies
• Cracks her knuckles almost religiously

• Mixed Martial Arts, she’s almost a black belt
• Skateboarding
• Drawing
• Riding her motorbike

• Deathly afraid of heights
• Flunking a course
• Spiders

• She stole some of her more expensive clothing
• Made out with a Phi Kappa Delta guy in her first year

• Confident, but not cocky
• Loyal
• Independant
• Sly
• Thin-skinned
• Fussy

Upon meeting Sophia, most would walk away with a good impression at first. While not outwardly kind or humble, she is respectful of others and will generally act nice to people until given a reason not to. Underneath however, Sophia is quite defensive and easy to provoke. A legendary temper to boot, she doesn’t do well with authority figures or being bossed around, so being in the sorority was a challenge at first. Learning to live under a leader of sorts pushed Sophia to her limit, but ultimately she dealt with it. Those who know her know she hates being insulted and has reacted quite loudly in the past. She’s also known to be a touch manipulative and an occasional compulsive liar.

But, her friends also know that under all of that, there is a loyal and genuinely decent human being. If only you can look past her downsides, Sophia will protect her friends with unwavering loyalty and bravery that could almost be seen as arrogance. She keeps an eye on her fellow sisters like a hawk and will openly confront anyone that messes with them. Driven and determined, Sophia will never back down from a conflict and will remain true to those close to her.


Grew up in Toronto, Canada. Moved to Mississippi after high school.


Sophia was born to an odd couple in Toronto. Her mother, Samantha McLaughlin was a private business owner and had nestled herself in the solar power market out in the more rural areas of the country. Her father? Well, he was almost the exact opposite. James White had spent ten years in prison for assault and armed robbery before he met Samantha, and then he was re-imprisoned for life after Sophia's birth for the murder of her mother.

After the trial and sentencing, it was decided that because Sophia had no relatives that were willing to take her in-- her mother never had a good relationship with her family-- Sophia was put into an orphanage in Toronto. There, she was raised and went to school like most older children. Her background at the orphanage meant she was constantly bullied at school and was a frequent flier to the principal's office, usually because she picked a fight. Sophia was eventually expelled from the school after putting a kid in the hospital and soon after disappeared from the orphanage, travelling down towards the south in search of a new home.

Sophia reached a small town before the border and checked in at a local homeless shelter. The police were called because she was underage and they were about to send her back to Toronto when a young couple came forward, offering to adopt her. After moving in with them, Sophia went back and finished her primary and secondary schooling, gradually pulling up her marks from the hole she had dug them into. She graduated highschool with a moderate 70% average and was surprised to learn that not only had she been accepted to university, she had been accepted into Pennbrooke nonetheless. Inspired by her past, Sophia began studying for her master’s in Criminology in hopes to appease her late birth mother. Maybe she could turn her life around here.

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Dominique CLASSIFIED LaCroix



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15, January 21st


Female


France



Dominique stands about 1.55 metres tall and weighs in at around 120 pounds. She has long ginger hair that reaches down to her shoulder blades and pale blue eyes that seem to match the ocean. Her body is toned and lean from many years in competitive swimming and training in mixed martial arts. Visible down most of her right arm is a rather abstract tattoo, obtained in a shady parlour without the permission of her parents.

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Dominique is a rather rebellious individual. She doesn’t like adhering to rules and regulations, nor does she enjoy being ordered around by others. Almost a nightmare for her parents to deal with. Not overtly mean however, she is a rather kind individual to those close with her. Her heart, while not worn on her sleeve, is large and welcoming. She will warm up to most people rather quickly and is loyal to a fault.

Energetic and forward-thinking, quick-witted and a bit of a smart ass. She’s been known to start fights in her own defense and the defense of others and tries to vouch for the underdogs. Under pressure she can be a bit hot-headed and her temper is legendary, but underneath all of that reveals a level headed spitfire that wants to help her team.



Dominique grew up oblivious of her parents true images. For the first ten years of her life she was pushed through so many different extra-curricular activities that she didn’t really have time to do anything besides school and train. At first it was mixed martial arts, which her parents claimed was to improve her self confidence and to defend herself at school. Then, it was swimming lessons, lifeguarding and competitive swimming. By the time she was twelve, she was fed up with the constant lessons and meetings. Through the following years, Dominique started to run off into the city at night, often meeting her friends that she rarely had had time to see apart from at school.

It was only when she was fourteen, a year before her enrollment at S.P.I.G.A, that she learned the true nature of her life. Her parents, both agents for the DGSE (Directorate Générale de la Sécurité Externale), had recommended her for the youth program without her knowledge. When the letter arrived with the S.P.I.G.A branding, she was confused as to why she of all people had received the letter. That’s when it clicked in her mind. The constant lack of at least one of her parents on any given day, the harsh physical training, the numerous languages she’d learned. It all made sense to her now.

Her parents were conveniently both home the day Dominique had received the letter and explained to her the circumstances of the recommendation. Her rebelliousness was to only be expected for her age, but they had also seen her potential.

She was off to the airport in the following months for her flight to the Wardshire Castle, her new home for the years to come.

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• Excellent Athlete: With cardio like a horse and the muscle to show, Dominique is in peak physical form for her age thanks to her extensive time training for her competitive swim team and martial arts tournaments. She has great endurance and while her pure strength may fall a bit shorter compared to someone who solely strength trained, she is lean and agile and her strikes hit like missiles.
• Master of Blades: Alright, she isn’t quite a master, but Dominique knows her way around knives. She’s learned how to both use one in MMA and disarm an opponent with one, and through specialty training on the side, knows how to throw one quite accurately as well.
• Medical Knowledge: Dominique isn’t a surgeon by any means, but she knows enough to potentially save a life if the situation calls. Through her lifeguard training she was introduced to advanced first aid both in the water and out, and has maintained a higher than average level of first-aid knowledge.

• Beretta M9A1 Pistol: While not one for firearms, Dominique recognized the need for a sidearm while in the field and has chosen to arm herself with the trusty 9mm and is trained to use it effectively.
• Modified Arm Bracers: To compliment her skill in hand to hand combat, Dominique designed a system that integrates into a set of archery forearm braces. They are capable of delivering up to 50,000 volts through contacts on the palms and blocking most melee weapons with lightweight titanium plates running along the top. They also integrate two slender blades on the insides of the forearms to be easily accessed in an emergency.
• Knives, knives and more knives: Some may call it an obsession, but to her its a necessity. Dominique carries anywhere from two to six blades on her person at any given time. Two of them are integrated into the soles of her boots and two mounted to sheaths that attach to her vest just below the ribcage. The remaining two are the aforementioned wrist mounted panic knives. All of her knives are balanced to enable accurate throwing.
• Contact Lens Camera: Mounted to her dominant eye, the camera is almost invisible at a glance and even upon close inspection, one would be hard pressed to see it. High resolution 24MP photographs sent directly to her phone and laptop in the literal blink of an eye.

• Laptop, mainly for leisure during off times or taking notes in class.
• Picture of her mother and father, tucked in her wallet.
• Wireless headphones, almost invisible when inserted for stealthy music.

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April Lillian Foster


Tiger Lily


Seventeen


Female


Bisexual (Not openly, a select few know about it)


Single


Princess of the race track

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• Hair: Light brown, frequently coloured with highlights that bring it closer to blonde. Usually seen pinned to the side or done up in a ponytail.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height & Weight: 5’6”, 125lbs
• Body Type: Sturdy, toned and muscular with an average frame.
• Clothing Style: Casual when not at school, but puts a lot of effort into her appearance whenever she is to be seen in public. T-shirts, tank-tops and hoodies paired with jeans, shorts or jean-shorts while casual. Mostly seen in a dress while at school.
• Makeup: Usually fairly subdued, but on occasion she will go all out.

• Confident
• Mischievous
• Honest
• Stubborn
• Loyal
• Arrogant

• Father: Jamie Martin Foster
• Mother: Alyssa Lillian MacIntyre (Formerly Foster)

Addicted by Bliss n Eso

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¤ Age, approximately.
Late twenties.

¤ What Are You?
The Stalker

I am a hunter by trade. I wait silently amongst the trees for my prey to appear and strike without hesitation. Most believe that jaguars are the apex predator of the jungle. I am what the jaguars fear.

¤ What defines you?
COOL: Sparrow is icy cold under pressure and hard to rile. You are the very definition of a smooth operator. But of course, cold means distant…

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¤ Who are you?
I am Sparrow. I go where others can’t. I was born in the chaotic streets of the city once known as Rio, used by the people around me to scavenge in places few others could fit. I was born in blood, the offspring of bandits fighting over anything and everything that remained. I was born in violence, punished for every failure. I was born, but I did not live. I was taught that nothing mattered but doing anything to get food. They spoke nothing of beliefs, the Gods did not want them in their mind.

They called themselves the Forsaken. They claimed that they had been abandoned by the Gods and that their ruthlessness and merciless killings were a result of it. I was taught no differently. I learned to kill without hesitation and without remorse. My elders always said I was good for nothing, that I was a runt among the children and that I would never be as strong. I was determined to prove them wrong. If they couldn’t see that I was strong, I was going to show them. In the Forsaken, you were judged for how good you were at scavenging and killing. So I scavenged and killed.

I was never taught regret. It was never an emotion I was familiar with. That has not changed throughout my entire life. That same night, I killed Leader’s favourite pupil. Slaughtered him in his sleep. I watched the light fade from his eyes as he awoke to his demise. I would not be cast aside any longer. Now that the competition was gone, I would no longer live in his shadow.

But instead of becoming Leader’s favourite, I became the most hated. I was beat until I bled, whipped until I could no longer stand. They cast me out into the wild with nothing but my clothes. Since then, I’ve lived off of the wilderness and the bounties it offered. I became one with the jungle and trusted nothing and no one but myself. I know the jungle better than anything and it now fuels my livelihood.

¤ What do you want?
I want to prove Leader wrong and be the most feared predator of my enemies. I live to sustain myself and I serve no one else. I live to show myself that we don’t need to scavenge to survive.

¤ What do you believe?
I believe that the two most powerful things in the world are patience and time. Nature’s pace is the only one I follow, patience will bring you sustenance if you give it the time it needs. Patience may be bitter, but the fruit it bears is sweet.

¤ What do you follow?
I follow the trails of the animals and the hints they leave behind with my eyes. When no trail is evident, I follow the sounds of their calls with my ears and their patterns of movement with my memory. If nothing else, I follow my need for self-redemption.

¤ A scarcity embodied:
I embody the scarcity of freedom. I am trapped inside my own head, fighting myself to earn the validation of a leader I despise. It is evident to those around me. A few have noted that I punish myself for simple mistakes, mistakes that others may see as nothing.

¤ Basic Instincts:
The pair of knives sheathed under my left arm never leave me, not even while I sleep. Without even thinking, I will landmark escape routes around me. In a conflict, I always keep my distance and let the arrows speak for me.

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¤ What is the worst thing you've ever done to stay alive?
The dead month... There was someone that had followed me from Rio, someone that I eventually considered a friend. For weeks we searched the jungles, waiting to find something to eat. We waited in the trees just like I’d done for years before. And nothing ever crossed our trails. It had been weeks of living off of leaves, mushrooms and the few berries we could find. My hunger got the best of me. As I waited in a tree above, I told him to go down to look for a trail and as he examined the jungle floor I put an arrow in the back of his head. He sustained me for another two weeks until I finally came upon a deer. The memory still haunts me to this day, as does the taste…

¤ Who do you owe?
I owe Pepsi for teaching me of The Ways. I give him a free pound or two of meat from each hunt so that he may continue to enlighten me.

¤ Who owns you? Literally or figuratively.
The jungle owns me, nature owns me. She holds my life in her hands every single day. My life depends on her bounty just as it depends on the tools I use to collect it. I am her apex predator, and she is my controller. She decides if I feed or if I starve, if I climb or if I fall.

¤ Who's intentions do you question?
I question everyone’s intentions. It’s the reason I still live and breathe to this day. Trust no one, question everything and never turn your back to a man with a weapon regardless of standing.

¤ Who or what do you worship?
I worship the Earthen Mother, nature herself. I pray to her each morning before the hunt so that I may live to see another day, so that I may nourish myself in her bountiful jungles and find my way out of them unharmed.

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It comes to me while I pray. I close my eyes and as I speak, I begin to notice more and more around me. The silence, the smell of the jungle, the gentle touch of the wind and the humidity in the air, it all comes to me. Around me, there is an endless forest filled with life. I see a figure in the distance, just a silhouette in the fog. The Earthen Mother. She paces towards me, her featureless form made merely of mist. As she does, I realise I can no longer move. My eyes are fixated on her as the fog closes in around both of us. It is when she touches me that she begins to speak. A whisper, nothing more. A single word. Normally a location or direction.

Sometimes she remains silent and simply shows me. A gust of wind showing me the way, perhaps a trail invisible to me before. Always guidance, never judgement. The mother is fair in that way. She guides my step and allows me life.

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Ah, Sparrow. Maybe they should have named you Falcon or Hawk... Their loss. Let's see what scars run deepest…

¤ You have seen one of the monsters from the western rift. What did it look like? What did it say to you?

It was nearly ten feet tall. Black as the night sky with yellow eyes that pierced through the darkness like arrows. I tried to take it down but my arrows bounced right off of it’s scaly hide. When it saw me, it turned to me and made a sound that almost resembled a laugh. When it spoke it’s four words, it sent a sickening feeling through me, “Your mother will suffer..”

¤ There is someone who wishes you join you on your hunts. Who is it? Why do you keep refusing?

Spade has been eyeing my place since I first started. He’s asked me countless times to show him how to hunt and to allow him to hunt on my grounds. I don’t trust him. He doesn’t take to the ways of the Earthen Mother, nor do I believe that he truly wants to be my partner in this. When we first met I caught him trying to steal a cut of meat from me. I won’t let him on the Mother’s hunting grounds.

¤ Who is your best customer? Your worst? Who wants to take control of your business? Names only, please.
The best? Pepsi. The worst? Shank.

Wants to take control? Spade.

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¤You had some kind of relationship with one of the other characters that is no longer the case. Who? And what was the relationship?

Avenue. We used to speak. He was the father of Milk's child. I respected him once, when he first introduced me to Hope. Avenue made me believe there was more than just violence, slaughter and mayhem in the world. And then he destroyed that image. That coward ran off with my sister's child in the night. I couldn't run fast enough to catch him and I will forever feel guilt for that. There is nothing between us now. He is a coward, nothing will change that in my eyes.

¤There is one character who you think could hear the voice of the Earth Mother if you could only teach them. Who?

Hemlock. I watch her harvest the plants without regard or care for the one who makes them. I watch her from the trees while she remains unaware. It would be dishonest of me to say that I haven't thought about ending her life while she defiled the Mother's grounds. I had gotten as far as drawing my bow before the Mother corrected my way. She spoke to me that night in my prayers, the same night I caught a glimpse of Hemlock spying on me through the trees. The Mother had shown me a sign. Hemlock can be taught of the ways of the Earth Mother.

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