@AgentArkansas Ken strolled threw the halls, eventually finishing her coffee and heading back to her own quarters. Walking in really quietly, she noticed York was wide awake but Wash was still asleep. She gave York a sleepy grin and climbed into the top bunk, nearly kicking the man in the face. With a light huff she closed her eyes, still feeling bad about Ark.
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@AgentArkansas Ken sighed, "Ah, Thanks F.I.L.L.I.S" the blocks in the arena went down and the program responded, "Of course Agent Nevada, always a pleasure." Ken shook her head and chuckled while leaving the training room. The lights went off and Ken wandered back up to the kitchen; brewing another cup of coffee. As she waited she hopped up onto the counter and swung her legs a bit.
@AgentArkansas Ken cracked her neck, "You alright? Sorry about that." Ken felt bad but not.... Too bad. "I should probably grab the medic, wanna make sure that jaw is set properly." She walked over the the weapons load out and grab a bag of ice; usually placed there for light injuries. She tossed it at Ark.
@AgentArkansas Ken smirked, took a step to the side and threw her fist up. Ken felt slightly bad when she heard the snap, really hoping it wasn't her nose that broke. Se knew Ark could take a hit and a broken nose was really nothing compared to the injuries sustained during actual battle but that meant Ken would have to lovely duty of waking up the medic at 2-3am.
@AgentArkansas "You're not making this easier for yourself, running off in plain sight." A grin on her face, "Come on Ark, you're got a close combat so come at me." Ken shrugged. "Square up matie." She said with an incredibly cocky voice.
@AgentArkansas Once the blocks went up Ken disappeared, looming about and listing to Ark breath. She quietly hopped up onto the top of a block, jumping to another once she got sights of the other freelancer in her view. She chuckled and lept, pinning the other to the ground with a grin. "Well, hello."
@AgentArkansas Ken's face said it all, it was the express of 'really dude' but she nodded in agreement anyways "Alright kid, you pick the course and I'll soar with you." Ken was planning on going easy on her of course, wouldn't want to damage Arks ego too badly.
@AgentArkansas Ken merely glanced at the board, her name sitting in the third place spot. "Hey, I know where I belong." She took another sip of her coffee. "You should get some rest, if you want to be at the top of your game." She finished her coffee and tied a hair elastic around her baggy shirt, causing it to hug her body. "I on the other hand, am now very awake and might train."
@AgentArkansas "Are you kidding me? I'm always up. Always. You wanna know why?" Ken paused but not long enough for Ark to respond "Because what if Gotham needs me." She took a sip of her coffee, and cracked her neck. "So what's with the training Champ? You'll be exausted Come morning."
Agent Name: Nevada
Age: 22
Picture/Appearance: Tall, lean, dark blue/green eyes, short choppy hair, freckles across the nose and cheek area, about 5,9-5'10, usually has a cocky grin, aside from her usual locus class dark purple and blue armour she wears a grifball shirt and black shorts.
Bio: Ken grew up the usual life, her mother going off as a field medic when the war originally started. Her dad died when she was 10. She lived with her cousins for most of her life. Eventually joining the army when she reached the age of 18, excelling in more of the sneaking and covert operations was then recruited into project freelancer by the age 21.
Weapons: Ken usually use her blades, since she is special Ops. If she's not using blades she's using her assault rifle or sniper.
notes (anything about your character you want to mention):
Her favourite could is green and she's usually rather cocky and sarcastic. Size 7 shoes.
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