Finally ready to put this up


[hider=Kaitlyn Đào][center][color=dadada][sub][color=BABABA]KAITLYN ĐÀO[/color]
[color=BABABA]⟁[/color] 28 [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] ♀️ [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Human [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Adept [/sub][/color][/center]
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[color=BABABA][sub]A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]A few things immediately pop out about her just passing by her. First, she’s taller than average for woman at 5’10 but surprisingly lean given she has double rations. Biotics are a hell of a diet. Second, the smell of cigar smoke with undercurrents of alcohol will hit any passersby like a firm but entirely unexpected clap on the back. Lastly, the icy glare set in the bitchiest of resting bitch faces will turn toward them and non-verbally ask what the fuck they’re looking at.

Kaitlyn’s heritage is half Caucasian and half Asian, the latter having taken precedence over her facial features and hair. Specifics are spotty at best but it can be assumed at least one of her parent’s was Vietnamese given her surname. The other half of the family tree gave her a pale complexion but nothing else. Her figure is rather toned from almost a decade of near constant battle, but not as much as other soldiers as she relies more on the strength of her biotics than her muscles. 

A tattoo made of three black stripes coils around her right arm starting at her wrist and ending on the side of her neck. Her lower back is marked by 4 grisly scars all about the shape and size of knife stab wounds. She could easily cover those with a full shirt but she seems to be almost permanently attached to those crop top tank tops she always wears along with accompanying long pants. It may seem like a strange combination but according to her her legs get cold easily.[/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]B A C K G R O U N D[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]
[center][color=BABABA][sub]”Next person to look at me like I’m a lost puppy while they think I’m not paying attention gets their kneecaps confiscated.”[/sub][/color][/center]

Things started off bad for Kaitlyn right from the get go. A teenage mother who couldn’t care for the child put her up for adoption. She was passed around from foster home to foster home, never settling down for more than a year with one family and this lack of steady personal attachment set the tone for the rest of her life. Things got a lot easier when she just stopped trying to get attached to others and retreated a bit into herself. This tendency to withdraw only intensified when her biotic abilities began to surface.

She displayed biotic potential at the very onset of puberty. This, of course, set her apart from her classmates and other children in the various neighborhoods she was shuffled between. As is the case so many times with young biotics, her latent power made her a target of both suspicion and bullying from her peers. Even some of her caretakers were noticeably wary around her which she internalized and further shied away from interaction with others.

Her previous experience made it a no-brainer to join the Alliance military’s BAaT program the moment she received her implant. The separation from her most recent caretakers didn’t bother her in the slightest. After all, she barely remembered their names back then. The chance to develop her abilities was exciting, but more than that she couldn’t wait to meet other biotics. Who better to understand her situation than people like her? Perhaps this would finally be a place where she’d feel safe coming out of her shell. Well... you know what they say about assuming...

She responded extremely well to the harsh, almost barbaric teaching style of Commander Vyrnnus and swiftly mastered each and every lesson with seemingly no effort, much to the jealousy of her fellow cadets. Calling Vyrnnus a father figure in her life is an understandably unsavory idea, but not wholly inaccurate. She did eagerly agree to receive an L2 implant at his prompting and took to it without a single complication. Her already impressive ability exploded in strength mere days after such radical brain surgery. It seemed the more Vyrnnus pushed her the more she succeeded and this soon lead to her being placed on a pedestal above the other candidates. It’s bad enough for a teenager to hear “why can’t you be like so and so?” but add the stress of constant physical and mental abuse in the name of being made into a living weapon and resentment was inevitable. The phrase “Why can’t you be more like Đào!?” became a common “motivational tool” of Vyrnnus’.

Understandably, many of her fellow trainees ostracized her. From purposely occupying more seat space than necessary during meals, to never inviting her to join them during down time, they did everything they could to exclude her. More than anything in her life before or since, her experiences being an outcast among those she thought would most understand her struggle hardened her soul and made her the sub-zero bitch she is today. 

Her exceptional ability made her a prime candidate for the Alliance’s recovery efforts of the capable biotics the BAaT program managed to turn out before its shutdown. The fat paycheck they offered was rather enticing but mercenary work appealed to her more. At this point in her life, she was disillusioned with the concept of loyalty but surprisingly mismatched people can always come together if enough money is at stake.

She joined up with a mercenary group known as Tempest Cain for 2 years but promptly left after an incident that both gave her the scars on her back and provided the genesis for her alcoholism. Not even her fellow mercenaries who were with her that day know what [i]really[/i] happened and she’s never been inclined to share. From there, she bounced from job to job and from place to place for the next 6 years. She worked everything from private security to other mercenary groups, but mostly the latter. Now in her late 20's she finds it easier to navigate a battlefield than the perils of small talk and liquor is her compass.[/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]
> Pistol Marksmanship
Biotics are all well and good, but what happens when the user gets tired? Kaitlyn’s answer is to shoot them center mass until either she catches her breath or the other guy stops moving

> Combat Biotics
Her experience in this area is extensive to say the least. She was considered a prodigy [i]before[/i] she spent 8 years getting paid to clean house with her abilities. To put it simply, her biotic skill and raw power are both staggering.

> Intimidation
The aura she puts off is unpleasant at rest, but when she actually tries she can be downright terrifying and she knows it. Her skill in putting the fear of God into someone with a few words and a glare that could smelt ore has come in handy on more than a few occasions.

> Interrogation
Let’s just say she’s experienced with using Reave off the battlefield as well and leave it at that.[/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]
> Armax Armor Predator Armor (L)
Being an adept often means high volumes of fire in her direction in combat so she prefers armor with more shielding than plating as she isn’t outside of cover for more than a few moments at a time. Lighter armor also prevents her from tiring quickly which means more powerful biotics for longer. Kaitlyn has completely painted over the standard camouflage pattern with a light tan and turned it into a canvas of sorts. An extensive and detailed tapestry covers the entire right arm, right leg, and most of the upper torso featuring a connected series of images done in black, white, and or red acrylic paint. It might tell a story if anyone could figure out where it began. Perhaps it begins with the human skull impaled through both temples with a single arrow or maybe somewhere near the barb wire rose coiled around a blazing torch.

> GX2 Harpy
No one is entirely sure how she managed to get her hands on this Cerberus skunkwork project pistol, but it’s the only firearm she carries into battle and for good reason. The Harpy Line of pistols may lack in heat dispersal, but they more than make up for it with both exceptional accuracy and firepower.

> High Calorie Energy Bars and Electrolyte Juice
A 4,000 calorie diet can be hard to maintain and most serious biotics carry some sort of ultra-condensed battlefield rations.

> L-2 Biotic Implant
It hasn’t started eating her brain yet so why fix what ain’t broke?

> Armali Council “Prodigy” Biotic Amp 
Such a high end piece of equipment is normally off limits to the likes of a lowly mercenary but it can also pay to have business partners in low places. 

> Aldrin Labs ”Bluewire” Omni-Tool
It was cheap, it does exactly what she needs it to. Good enough for her.

> Old Broken Knife
Exactly what it sounds like. The edge is dull, the blade is spotted with rust, the tip is entirely broken. She only brings it with her when she leaves the ship, even on shore leave despite never once having been seen even drawing it during combat.
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[color=BABABA][sub]A B I L I T I E S [/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]
[list]Singularity
Reave
Throw
Shockwave[/list][/color][/indent]


[color=BABABA][sub]PSYCH PROFILE[/sub][/color]

[color=BABABA][sub]T R A I T S [/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]
[list]Dependable
Diligent
Determined
Withdrawn
Cold
Untrusting[/list]
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[color=BABABA][sub]V I C E S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada][i]Cigar Smoking[/i]
She had a stint with more serious drugs back in the day and, after finding they inhibited her combat performance, chose a sort of middle road. Plus she's figured out how to use her biotics to enhance the tobacco buzz which helps her zone out and relax despite her life not being in imminent danger.

[i]Alcoholism[/i]
Kaitlyn drinks often to keep up a buzz and soothe her mind. She uses it as a sleep aid as well and hasn’t been able to fall asleep without her nightly shot for at least 6 years. Despite meticulous control of her alcohol intake to avoid being drunk, her physical and psychological dependence on it is clear. Interestingly enough, her biotics seem to be enhanced rather than simply maintained when she has a shot of hard liquor before a mission.[/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]H A U N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]The deepest bowels of the engine room is where she stakes her claim. Her "quarters" are about as sparse as can be and only appear to be lived in due to the hammock strung between two pipes. She keeps a yoga mat rolled up in one corner when not in use as well a small, portable workbench complete with tools she uses to tinker with her small assortment of pistols, a cigar humidor, and a case of various liquors including vodka, whiskey, tequila, even a bottle of absinthe if she can find one.

Kaitlyn leaves only a few times a day for things such as bathroom activities, to get food (which she promptly brings back down to her hidey hole to eat), or when called by an officer. She even makes a point of waiting to shower long after everyone else has just to avoid that little bit of social interaction.[/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]D R I V E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]In all honesty, she isn’t sure anymore. Survival is an instinct for her at this point. Even if she were to completely let go, she could likely keep herself afloat for years just by reflex. Perhaps if she were to dig deep enough and be honest with herself, she might admit that she secretly hopes someone will give enough of a shit about her to break down her walls and drag her, kicking and screaming, out of the hole she’s dug for herself.[/color][/indent][/hider]