First Version more or less done. FC is of course a placeholder, so if it doesn't work, I can change it. I can also make edits as needed. If anything I put seemed a bit out there or super crazy, I was insanely tired when writing this but I swore I'd get it done so yeah, hope you like it! Included two images since the first one is what kind of inspired my approach to her personality and motivations. Good old double bird.

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[center][h2][u] The Rockwoman [/u][/h2]

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[center][h3][b] Serene ???? | Unknown | Female | Unknown/Unstated | Unknown[/b] [/h3][/center]

[h3][u]P E R S O N A L I T Y            [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ [ Intelligent ]
❖ [ Insightful ]
❖ [ Aggressive]
❖ [ Nihilistic/Hedonistic]
❖ [ Prideful][/indent]
An intelligent and insightful woman, who hides this beneath an aggressive "drunkard" type nature, and believes that since everyone dies, might as well enjoy it while you can, even if nothing matters. She however takes a great deal of pride in her origins and will angrily proclaim herself to be the proud creator goddess of an entire race. Before probably throwing up and passing out. If she had friends(which she doesn't in her eyes), she'd show a more...timid side. A depressed alien "deity" who's washed up, abandoned, and above all else, seeks a reason to keep going beyond just the spite she feels. Everyone has their "shadow of a true self."

[h3][u]C H A R A C T E R    A P P E A R A N C E            [/u][/h3]
She looks like she's in costume all the time, often in the form of a military like uniform, or an environmental/plug suit that she wears underneath the uniform. Her hair is pink, her eyes green with weird reddish markings on the outer edges of her eyes, and she's decently fit. She tends to wear a headband like thing atop her head, connected to her seemingly natural pair of "horns" that extend from her scalp. And there's a pair of scars that marr an otherwise beautiful chinese style dragon tattoo on her back. 

[h3][u]P O W E R S  &  A B I L I T I E S            [/u][/h3]
While she was originally a powerful and gifted technopath who could influence entire solar systems, what caused her to end up in her current situation had her stripped of her immense powers, and instead a sub-power of "urban manipulation" was gifted in place of her prestigious status.

Room Manipulation/Furnishing Manipulation - A power that allows the user to change the interior of a room, either adding to its current contents if any, replacing, or removing. Serene was given the range of being able to furnish a bedroom or sleeping area with whatever suits a bedroom. So she's not able to furnish a bomb shelter, lab, or command center. At least not yet. The ultimate fuck you from her creations. Just enough to sleep. She can make a sleeping spot, a small food or drink storage unit with contents, and go from there. The usage of this power often forces her to binge eat after, as it takes a lot of calories out of her. That isn't to say the items can't be turned into weapons, just that their primary purpose has to be for living. She can sell off what she makes, if needed.

Alien Biology - Human she may look, but she is not. Internally, her bodily makeup is mostly human, with a few extra organs present, minus one that once let her breath...something. She also apparently used to have scales or really tough skin, but now she's basically just a girl with a strong metabolism...which makes getting drunk hard. There's also a pair of scars on her back, where presumably wings or an extra pair of limbs were attached. Her hair grows faster than the average human, along with her finger and toe nails, and her teeth are sharper than the average humans.

[h3][u]H I S T O R Y            [/u][/h3]
The Imperium. A vast, cosmic empire, that originated from the far side of the galaxy, their date of origination having been lost to galactic memory. Two races, not including the conquered or annexed races, ran the show. The Rockroids, a race of souled androids that were the most numerous, and the Draconians, an alien race of dragons that served as the upper ranks in some ways, and that from which the "goddess" came from. She was their creator, the one who had begun it all, all in search of creating a better tomorrow. But at some point, evil took hold. One faction desired nothing more than total control, and they found a way to. They invited their goddess to a ceremony they claimed was to give her still more power from the various conquered races, but in an instance, they turned on her. She was stripped of her powers, from a powerful alien dragon who could bend entire civilizations to their knees by turning their science against them, their creations into their own ends, to...

The local drunk. A woman who is basically a hobo, working odd jobs just to get past on what humans called "money." Mainly photoshoots, apparently getting mistaken for a cosplayer worked in her favor. She used the money to buy whatever she needed, and basically hoofed it from one place to the next as able, trying to avoid the law. She's gotten arrested a few times...but that's about it. A former deity, turned into a normal person, less than normal. 

[h3][u]M O T I V A T I O N            [/u][/h3]

Spite. Plain and simple. A middle finger to the universe, and mainly to her creations who stabbed her in the back. She views this offer, strange as it is, a chance to regain her former status as a goddess, and to undo her betrayers plans to give themselves total freedom to do whatever they wanted. That and, though she'll deny it...a chance to just be around people.

[h3][u]I N V E N T O R Y            [/u][/h3]
Not a lot, beyond whatever she can furnish a hideout with. Her actual "Base of operations," located inside of an abandoned factory, contains most of what she doesn't carry on her. She usually carries a taser, pepper spray, or a bat. Or whatever she can find. Scrap metal and various bits and pieces litter her actual base, as she's apparently trying to find a way to "fix" herself. Or she's just a hoarder. Who knows. She also carries a photograph in her often otherwise empty wallet, but of who, is unknown.

[h3][u]S T R E N G T H S  &  S K I L L S           [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ Decent Intelligence
❖ Metalworking
❖ Drink mixing
❖ Drug making
❖ Writing [/indent]

If not for how her creations partly messed with her head, Serene would be at or above the genius level, but for now, she's just about above the average slightly. Perhaps if someone found a way to fix the implants in her head..But no one knows of em. She knows how to work metal, and can build decently. She can make good drinks and can make her own drugs, and surprisingly...she has super neat handwriting and is a good writer. If only she didn't have issues elsewhere.

[h3][u]W E A K N E S S E S  &  F L A W S            [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ Anti-social
❖ Migraines
❖ Chronic Health Issues
❖ Alcohol/Drugs
❖ Phobias [/indent]

Her "anti-social" like nature makes her hard to get along with, considering she might just bite your head off. She suffers from migraines, and chronic health problems, such as well...throwing up a lot even when not drinking. Or something else that's why she prefers to be alone and out of the way. And of course, her drinking and drugs are an issue, since they often leave her useless. And she has some pretty bad phobias. She's afraid of the dark, she's afraid of loud noises, she's afraid of clowns, she's absolutely scared shitless of bees and hornets, and other factors. She also has sound sensitivity, another reason why loud noises she can't predict scare her. Also tight spaces scare her. She can't drive either, as she gets car sick easily. Seems her creations really fucked her up.

[h3][u]M I S C E L L A N E O U S            [/u][/h3]
Akin to the second Predator Movie, there's an Imperium craft somewhere beneath the city they stranded their goddess in, and they sometimes sneak into her lair just to destroy whatever device she's making, or in general be dicks to try and keep her from becoming a problem for them. Its like a childish feud...

Oh and she likes to scream profanities at people. So don't be surprised to hear "FUCK YOU FUCKFACE" if you piss her off. Or she's piss drunk. And the cops tend to treat her like she doesn't exist, since they've accepted she's mostly harmless. They take care of any trouble she causes like bar fights or petty theft, and only arrest her if she like, causes serious property damage or injury to a person. And even then, she usually picks the lock, and escapes. 

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