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The Criminal

Frost

Species

Android

Gender

Female

Age

"Don't ask."

Personality

Mellow and mostly stoic like the metal that makes her body, Frost is resourceful and knows how to get by without needing to look over your shoulders for Federation goonies. She isn't the kindest person ever, and is actually a little unpleasant if you're not her friend, but that's only from her habits of not trusting easily. Frost doesn't have a problem with lending a hand when it matters, but she won't help someone who won't help herself. It sounds heartless and cold, but Frost didn't get anywhere in life outside of the Federation's grip by being soft. Frost is what the white collars in the center of the galaxy would call a lawless vagrant, but all that means is she doesn't pay any mind to the government; Frost listens to her own rules, not the Federation's, and that means she's not afraid to do things just because the Federation deems them illegal, she will help people she calls her own, whether she's guilty of crimes or not. She probably would be if she were ever caught for doing something illicit, but that's why you never get caught. It's only illegal if they find you. Frost has done a lot of line-blurring things in her time, and she's not proud of everything she's been responsible for, but everything she does that threatens or offends the laws or the rest of the world is something that she does to survive. The feds don't care about Androids, so it's her only option in life.

Frost likes to chase after gain from time to time, having worked in shady environments often, she knows how to get in on word about things that go unchecked, places you can loot for every last credit, places you can steal some goods for profitable under-the-table trafficking, the usual outlaw stuff. She likes to do things honorably, contrary to what you might expect, so anyone involved in her hits, runs, jobs, heists and so on get their fair share when the sun sets. Every hand that helps lift the lid of the jar gets their own cookie afterwards. Frost lives and breathes the underside of society, out of both survival and living, there is no bragging right to be found in stepping on people already low on the totem pole when you’re trying to live another day yourself.

"I didn't get to where I am now by obeying laws and rules. No I’m my shoes does, if you trust me, I’ll make sure you’re better off for it. In my work, you get paid for running on the edge.”

Reputation

An outlaw at heart. Frost is known by a fair amount of people who live on the fringes of galactic civilization, the stellar frontiers, so to speak; To those people, she's just a very self-reliant Android who lends a hand every now and then, but to some Federation records that go back a little, there is an Android named Radon whose description Frost fits quite well; Accounts of government property theft, illegal asset trafficking (a fancy, bureaucratic way of saying black market dealings) and arrest evasion; No one knows this exactly, but she faked her death some unknown amount of time ago, and has been going by the name Frost since then. She tries not to get entangled with the law at the risk of those charges coming up, but everyone runs out of miles to walk someday.

"It's not the life I asked for, not the life anyone asks for, but it beats being in a federal jail for trying to survive."

History

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Many, many years ago, an Android crawled out of an old, ran down building in the metros of the federation. Not a scrap of anything more than metal and dirt on the old thing in the planetside night. The rickety machine stumbled to its feet as its thoughts calibrated each other, and things became clear as they do to a mind that doesn’t decay like that of flesh. An Android named Radon. Everything was foggy, but she knew that she was alive, and her own. Everything made sense but only the things around her, not behind the present moment. Radon was covered in dirt and grime evident that something just left a moldy building teeming with lotholi colonies. To this day, she can’t remember a lot. She wishes she could, but she can’t.

If androids could cough, she’d be doing that. Radon stumbled through a slum in federation territory, boarded up windows and blurry music from nightclubs passing her by as her mind still tried to grasp everything. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in time for some idiot to come stammering down the streets into her. It was late, and a human solider had just left a bar, he was walking down the sidewalk she was going down. Radon was jumpy, and it must’ve been annoying to the cocky man, he stared wide-eyed at this Android walking around naked, like it had seen a ghost. Radon was stammering down the sidewalk scared and confused while her mechanical brain was still trying to sort it out, when she ran into him quite roughly. How rude of her to disrespect a federation solider.

Radon tripped and fell, and the soldier almost fell too.

“Hey! Better watch it you fucking idiot. Scrapyards back the way you came.” He grunted, Radon didn’t even bother listening to whatever the guy said, when she tried getting up. “You drunk or somethin’ I’m talking to you, dumb fuck.” Was he drunk.

”S-I.. So...” Radon’s head wasn’t right, she was struggling to process what was going on. “Huh? You speak English or what?” Radon was on her feet, but the soldier harassing her was acting like a pain in the ass, so naturally he shoved the poor thing down, but she grabbed his arm, pulling him back down too.

“Hey! Fuck! Get off me!” He yelled as he kicked at her, after standing back up. His boot banging into her metal stomach. “Fucking stupid little bot. Can’t even speak English.” He took another kick at her, apparently it was fun to bully androids around here. “Scrap piece of shit!” and another kick, people were starting to take notice as they passed by. Bang, bang, bang. Somehow the kicks to her body were actually painful to Radon, how? Her uncalibrated was just now starting to grasp what was happening, a human male was beating her up and she was curled into a ball on the ground, taking it.

“Bitch!” He yelled out as people watched, no one cared. No one cared. It hurt. Bang. Bang. Bang. Stomp.

Crack.

Radon clamored to her feet and swung at the soldier like her life very much depended on it. Her brain was adjusting. She swung at him like she was clearing a table off. He fell back against the ground for a third time as people on the sidewalk gawked. He wasn’t happy about it, and he definitely didn’t like the fact that she was stomping over to him instinctually to deck him again, he pulled out a gun, a sidearm, just a little too slow to get pack another ham fisted right hook. The gun rattled around on the sidewalk, grabbing her attention.

“Fuck!” He yelled, people began whispering as both him and Radon, who was running on fumes mentally, tripped over each other to grab the heavy looking gun, Radon fell on top of it, and the soldier she was in a tussle with bashed his boot against her side again.

“Give me back my gun you fucking d-“

Whoosh

She grabbed it by the barrel and swung it at his knee, and it hurt like hell. He yelped as he bent over in pain, and Radon took another swing, at his doubled-over head. A loud Thud as a car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road which they had fell into. Not just any car, a federal patrol cruiser. What the hell was happening on the road?

Radon blacked out for a while, and came to her senses in a police station. They took her in for questioning. Radon was sat in a chair across from two federal policemen, but her aggressor was nowhere to be found.

”Mm. Where am I...”

“Hell, it talks after all.”

“Yep, now listen, what in hell were you doing beating up on a federation soldier? Thought you’d get away with that, sparky?”

Naturally, they didn’t believe an Android who acted in desperate self defense, and they cuffed her to the chair she was sitting in. The gun from the incident was sitting on the table as evidence. She doesn’t remember much other than yanking on the handcuffs, shooting one of the feds, and running. That was where that memory ended.

She’s spent every waking day since then, all those years ago, running from federal agents. Living in their blind spots under the name Frost. She hid out in abandoned towns, countrysides, and safehouses all over the place, even saved up enough credits to buy a bike off some smugglers she got to know.

A rough life, sure, but hers.

No one could take that away from her.

Gear

Weaponry

Siber-4219 SI3: Effectively the glock of Landrunia, one of the classic sidearms most popular with federation soldiers. Holds a magazine of 13 rounds chambered in 20cal steel carbide rounds. Steady enough to dump an entire clip into someone with relative ease. It has an optimal range of roughly 50 feet. Frost is never not carrying this around with a handful of mags tucked away under her belt or in her clothes.
”Love this thing. Plenty of rounds, looks nice too.”



Chrome-carbon combat knife: Frost’s trusty knife she’s carried for a long time, sharp enough to eat out of a can with, if she had a stomach. Like her gun, frost always keeps this on her.
“Hey, never know when something needs a good sticking.”

Attire

Visibly weathered but in decent shape, Frost’s getup echoes her rough life of not throwing things out just because they’re scuffed up.
”This old things seen me through a lotta rain.”

Transport

Canderain B-Model Horizoneer: A real workhorse if a hoverbike. A full 25 liter tank of fuel will get you a hundred miles, it even has a storage trunk under the seat for cargo.
“Old reliable, it is. I usually slip a pirate some cash for a spot on a ship to get across the galaxy, but planetside, this old beast don’t quit.”

Other

753.52 federation credits. In cash.
“Enough to last me a while.”

A small handheld device full of shady contacts, similar to a phone, but more like a pdf with a comms channel than anything.
“Helps to know a guy for this stuff. Can’t have too many friends when you live like me.”

A notepad and a pen with scribbling sand run on sentences about a planet called “Formalis” and something about a ship.
“Maybe I can scrape together a crew for it before the feds get down there.”

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Iris Aderast

The car ride was boring, and having been pushed for more...intimate information was a little awkward. Iris never saw Baltimore until now, she wasn't used to see such large buildings, or that many buildings, for that matter. Iris dropped her bag beside the couch, with Corvus and his heart inside; The room was pretty okay, apart from the fact that they'd have to sleep together, oh well. Iris spent the better part of the day after they got there putting charms on the doors with the others as well as the jeep; When it got dark, everyone got comfy around one another and looking through dead people receipts to find when the vampires were coming around. Madison Hawkins. Poor thing, dead in a bar or something. Iris was sitting cross-legged beside Calypso's computer while they were figuring this stuff out. When they came to a plan, she got stuck with most of the people she was stuck with on the way over here, that wasn't much of a problem, as long as there wasn't much fighting to be done.

Night came, and the vampires were surely out at night. The plan was simple, one half of the team went in to spy, the other waited out here. Iris was in the back seat with a small pouch of things they could use if they needed- medicine in case someone got bit, a charm with a piece of silver in it in case it worked on them, which she doubted, and some small vials of garlic; That won't kill them, but breaking a glass tube over something's face for an allergic reaction surely worked somewhat, right? Iris also carried a dagger long enough to really stick someone, and there was a golem on her shoulder. It was a little less intelligent than Corvus, who could handle orders based on numbers in a lab, but Crone was more sturdy, looking like a large crow made out of twin, sticks and rocks. If something happened, he could fly off and stab something in the eye, every bit helps.

The air was cool with her window rolled down partially outside the graveyard. Iris and Crone peered out the window, she was nervous. Very few of them- if any- were versed in actually taking vampires down, if someone got bit, none of them had a chance at becoming a vampire, but the chance of death was very much equal to survival. The odds weren't great, and it was disheartening to say the least. Normally, Iris wasn't very bothered by this stuff, it just tended to roll off her back, but this wasn't like anything she experienced before; this was their lives being at life ending risk.

"It's awfully quiet outside, even for vampires sneaking around..." What time was it? It didn't matter. They'd stay out here as long as they needed to, if that obituary was right, this had to be the next place they would appear in.

That was when the screams started.

Iris was a little drowsy from spending most of the day in a car, but her eyes shot open like she had been electrocuted. Someone screamed, not just anyone. That was Hana's voice. They were in trouble, it made Iris' nerves go through the roof hearing them scream like that, her heart kicked up into her throat. It was dead silent and then everything went bad. How far away were they? How did she hear? It doesn't matter. Iris started running...

"Hana!!" Iris flung the car door open, Crone almost fell off her shoulder before lifting into the air, Iris had a knife in her hand gripped like death on the neck of the dying. Without so much as a word to the others she ran like her life depended on it, and their lives likely did. The wooden creature soared just behind her in a strange manner, creaking wings and the sensation of magic only one born with magic could feel. The gate to the cemetery was still open, and she would have gone through. Would have.

She ran straight up to a trio of vampires outside, guarding the gate in case some fervently sapphic, knife-wielding creature thought it was going to run in and same someone's wrist from getting nibbled. She stopped dead in her tracks, and Crone air-breaked over her left shoulder, hovering magically off the ground. Iris's mind went blank as they turned to face her, now what?!

"Crone! Attack!" She yelled at the construct, which twisted in the air somewhat before darting at the nearest one, aiming its beak directly at a vampire's face. Whether the attack would be successful or not wasn't clear, Crone was old, but should it work, something's going to get a face full of magic and splinters. Iris clutched her dagger in her shaking hands, where were the others?!

This wasn't good.

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【 Spy High 】

Nightstalker

Interacts With: Agent Rocket

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It was Saturday, Alice wasn't awake because of that, but clearly she forgot to turn off the alarm...The girl rolled around in her bed- nearly falling off- trying to sleepily grab whatever was making that noise; Beep beep beep, where are you...The curtains were drawn shut, and Alice's eyes were already half closed from being woken up. Wait, that wasn't her alarm...That was her watch...Probably just Hiram telling her to get to school on time...

Wait.

It's Saturday!

That's Hiram telling them about an emergency. She finally found her watch stuffed under her pillow, glowing orange letters spelling out the word EMERGENCY in all caps telling her to get to a certain location fast. Damn. The more Alice thought about it, the more she figured this had something to do with Mali, and how they blundered like no tomorrow, so naturally Nadia's gonna be there. Alice promptly swung out of bed and hopped to the ground, pulling out a large cardboard box that looked intentionally dusty; her spy box. She grabbed the clunky thing and yanked it out where she could grab things, while also stammering around getting changed into outdoor stuff, in what felt like five minutes. The room was still a tad dim from the curtains being closed, and behind Alice, hung on the wall was a bow that she had when she was 13, she rarely used it these days, instead making use of a highly sophisticated combat bow. She grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans, throwing on the clunky grappling hooks and all her usual gear. The visor she used was currently turned off, so it looked like little more than a fancy bike helmet that shouldn't even be called a visor. At the bottom of the box was her bow, folded in on itself and sitting on a quiver of steel colored arrows, she grabbed them and then grabbed her usual longcoat, that went down to her knees, and was gone out the door before her parents could tell her it was a Saturday. 10 minutes.

The sun was up, and cool air breezed past Alice, aka Agent Nightstalker, the street was thankfully quiet, this Coolidge place was a while away by foot, and Alice didn't have car; taking a few turns off the sidewalk into less housed areas, she hung her folded-up bow by her hip in her coat as she held her arms out, the sleeves were a little loose, so the gauntlets she had on were rather concealable, a little flexing of the neurons and a whoosh resulted in two steel cables flying out, the gauntlets were grappling hooks. She swung from building to building with what may have been upwards of 70mph, and rolled and tumbled along the ground- hopefully out of sight- until she made it. Unsurprisingly, she was right about Nadia and Mali. She choked like she inhaled Honey's side projects on that mission. They failed too, hearing the instructions and the teams was at least some relief. The terrorist team was all danger, and the other team was, well...they had Babel on their team. The goal was simple, hide some bombs, and make sure they aren't diffused; She grabbed a vest and pulled all her arrows out inside the van, replacing them with arrows that had thick but undoubtedly light balls of paint on them, swapping them and placing her much more life-ending ones in the other quiver as she hopped out in time to see who had the payloads. Rocket had one of them, that girl knew where bombs were meant to be put, so that would be safe to leave up to her. Carmen was the least combative person on the enemy team, Erik was good with guns, Ben was great with damn near everything they had in that van. She ran up to her teammate, Rocket, and pulled out her bow, with a snap of her wrist it made a large clacking noise as it unfolded into a seamless compound bow. "Hey...I think we should drop Babel first, she's the weakest link. I guess you’re gonna start blowing things up. Anyway, I'm going in to get a view of the place while it's fresh. Here-" She reached into her pocket and tossed a brick-shaped object to Binx. "If you find Bug in there, plug that in and you'll see what I see. Don't get shot." With that she made a run for it in through a broken window, watching where the other team went and who had what planned. She was cozied up next to a mess of rubble, hiding by the door to spy. It got dimmer and dimmer, but it was still possible to see.

【 Spy High 】

Alice “Nightstalker” Crawford

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_{| NAME : Alice Crawford |}

_{| CODENAME : Nightstalker|}

_{| DOB : 12 - 8 - 2003 |}

_{| PLACE OF BIRTH : Swindon, TX |}

_{| GENDER : F |}

_{| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION |}

Slender and spry, agent Nightstalker only weighs roughly 170lb and stands at 5'7" tall. She has fair, lightly tanned skin with a clear complexion on most of her body. Her eyes are a warm, dark brown that matches her somewhat wavy hair, which she typically wears down to her waist in social scenarios. Agent Nightstalker's fashion sense typically consists of muted, dark tones and pale grays in all of her clothes, as well as a singular pair of knee high boots and a longcoat, which she is seen wearing virtually every day.

_{| PERSONALITY |}

Agent Nightstalker does not show signs of extroversion, she prefers to stick to small groups of people and is seen to be quite approachable in favorable social scenes, she is slow to be agitated, showing a great deal of patience and discipline when provoked. Though she doesn't enjoy confrontation, Agent Nightstalker rarely hesitates to come to the defense of a friend when it is needed, friends being anyone she is close with, there is no in-between: either you are a close friend, or you are a stranger; Promenade rarely has to take any form of disciplinary actions against Agent Nightstalker, but her record is questionable due to her tendency to tamper with her equipment. This appears to stem from her own curiosity and a desire to better herself, and while Agent Nightstalker is never known to lie when she is seen doing this, it happens often enough that it is best to check in and observe what she is doing in the event that she inflicts any manner of permanent damage to her gear. Agent Nightstalker shows signs of regular anxiety, observation suggests this stems from her relationship with her family, but it never hinders her ability as an agent of Promenade. She has a tendency to latch on to people that she lets in to get to know her, though she’s slow to trust people, she’s even slower to let them go.

LIKES : Nighttime, archery, sharp things, fashion, designing gadgets.

DISLIKES : Bright light, unexpected things, tense social interactions, noise.

_{| GOALS |}

Agent Nightstalker has been noted on several occasions to only wish to work for Promenade for the rest of her capable life, despite the advantages being an agent comes with, but she also has been seen to have a keen interest in electrical technology, we have records of her school transcript suggesting a desire to pursue this as a career, but her own word suggests otherwise.

_{| FEARS |}

She has shown numerous times to mostly fear the things the cannot anticipate. Anything from being asked about a certain topic to having to change a plan for a mission shakes her the most, she fears not being prepared the most.

_{| SEXUAL PREFERENCE : BISEXUAL |}

_{| SKILLSET |}

STEALTH: Agent Nightstalker's greatest strength lies in her ability to navigate territory undetected, she is best suited for missions where covert action is the most important (recon, rescue, espionage, etc.)
ARMED CQC: Though virtually useless without a weapon, Agent Nightstalker tends to favor the use of daggers in CQC scenarios, her custom made daggers serve her well. She prefers to use numerous debilitating maneuvers to disable or immobilize a target she cannot dispatch without immediate trouble. Agent Nightstalker appears to have a habit of carrying around small, concealable pocket knives at all times outside of missions.
ARCHERY: Agent Nightstalker is not at all opposed to using firearms, on missions, she prefers to carry a pistol no matter what, but she has a talent for using bows with lethal proficiency, and will very strongly refuse to turn down a combat bow in favor of something like a sniper rifle; in her own words, "A sniper's too bulky, bows are quieter too."
ACROBATICS: Agent Nightstalker’s mode of operations are complimented by her agility, she is capable of deftly executing various high-mobility maneuvers from backflips to long slides across the ground to scaling vertical terrain through jumping off of walls. This does not, however, give her any sort of CQC advantage, as she doesn’t use it for attacking.

_{| GADGETS |}

SYNC-SIGHT: A radar visor that connects to Agent Nightstalker's neural sync for tactical missions. The most prominent feature is night vision, which is granted through the use of a radar that displays visuals electronically, though the technology is limited to a colorless image. This allows her to see perfectly in pitch black environments without exposing her location with light. Because Agent Nightstalker's Sync-Sight visor is designed to connect to her neural sync, her fellow agents can use a device to see through her eyes, as long as the image can be received, anyone with this device can observe anything Agent Nightstalker observes. A secondary feature to this visor is the addition of a digital compass and a clock set to military time, which Agent Nightstalker rarely makes use of. These metrics are displayed towards the bottom of Agent Nightstalker's field of vison in an electric purple color to distinguish them from everything else.

VISOR CAMERA: A device the size of an iPhone that plugs into a USB port to receive transmissions from Agent Nightstalker's visor. This device does not allow the user to manipulate the video stream, but it is built with a 500GB hard drive that can store screenshots of what she sees. Agent Nightstalker refers to this devise as the "Syncam."

NS3-ARBALEST: The third iteration of a combat bow suited for stealth missions that Agent Nightstalker personally designed with professional help, the Nightstalker Mk 3 "Arbalest" is a 4.5 foot long compound bow with a draw weight of roughly 120lb. The custom made carbon fiber arrows designed specifically for this weapon can hit a target with lethal force up to roughly 100 meters. Above the grip is a holographic sight in the shape of a circle. The arms of the bow are silenced with polymer padding across the back. The arrows are stored in a compact quiver worn at the right hip, designed to compress the arrows to prevent them from falling out. Agent Nightstalker is capable of carrying roughly 50 arrows at a time.

NS-SPIDER TAIL: A grappling hook device worn on each of Agent Nightstalker's forearms. These devices each weigh 1.5lb and fire a cable with 200lb of pull strength with a distance of 60 feet. The spider tails each have enough mechanical and pull strength to propel Agent Nightstalker forward, which required her to develop the appropriate body strength to work with the force. These devices, like her visor, connect to her neural sync, meaning they are not activated manually, but with her mind. Agent Nightstalker's visor shows the status of each one separately, and tells her if they are retracting, recompressing for a refire, as well as how much force is being applied to them. When the cables are being reeled back in, they require roughly ten seconds to recompress, since they are spring loaded. The grappling hooks must be reeled in with the same method as they are fired, which allows them to be kept out if Agent Nightstalker needs to cling to a surface off the ground.

SMOKE GRENADES: Small canisters no bigger than the palm of one’s hand that, once triggered, spew out thick clouds of blinding smoke to disorient enemies. Agent Nightstalker’s visor allows her to see through these clouds. The smoke grenades store their compound in the form of a 1 gallon liquid that is pressurized in a vacuum chamber. Pulling the pin on the top of the canister will create a spark that ignited the liquid before pressure is released, this is when the grenade is meant to be thrown. It is nontoxic in all forms, and will therefore not be used to bring down a target through suffocation or anything similar. The smoke will eventually decompose into waste gasses and become undetectable by sight, taste, or smell.

KNIVES: A pair of daggers designed to be a hybrid between a stiletto and a trench knife, made from W-1 hardened, hollow ground tempered steel. The blades are 8.5 inches long, double edged, and perfect for either stabbing deep into something or slashing something into ribbons. Across the hilt of these daggers is a pair of knuckle dusters, coming from the trench knife half of the design, that support use in either regular grip form or reverse grip.

_{| SHORTCOMINGS |}

UNARMED CQC: Agent Nightstalker’s proficiency with daggers, while greatly beneficial in close quarters situations, results in her being helpless without them, without a blade in hand, she is left with no helpful option but to draw her pistol, this is a stark constraint to her preference for quiet discretion, but she does what she has to.

SOCIAL SKILLS: While she is capable of befriending other agents of Promenade, Agent Nightstalker is an introvert, she doesn’t do well in large groups or on the spot social interaction. Perhaps this is a side effect of her preferred manner of carrying out missions, or perhaps she never developed very in depth social skills, but it is one of her biggest set backs in missions where stealth isn’t an option.

INFELXIBILITY: Nothing bothers Agent Nightstalker more than having to adapt to a situation she could not foresee. She invests a lot into a singular plan and does her best to execute it as best as possible, but not every scenario is quiet, and she isn’t always undetected. Agent Nightstalker has made efforts to overcome this flaw, but significant progress has yet to be observed.

_{| OTHER |}

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_{| HISTORY |}

”Well, I grew up in Swindon. Went to school here and everything, this is Texas, so it’s not exactly good for someone like me: a girl, unspoken for, you know, the things people in the Bible Belt try to tell you how to do. Mom and dad- they mean well, surely, but they don’t always want the best for me, they always acted like they wanted what they thought would’ve been better for me. There’s a reason they don’t know I’m not entirely straight. Growing up, I liked messing around with electronic stuff, motors, circuits, that kind of thing. They thought it was cute that I was messing with that stuff, but any time I told them I wanted to make that my life, they gave this condescending look. Honey, that’s a man’s job, they said. Let your husband do that for you, they said. Get a husband, stay at home and have kids. That’s what they wanted for me. I always tell them I’d rather get my hands dirty myself, but they always told me the world doesn’t work that way. Alice, women don’t fool with breakers and wires, Alice, women stay at home. They never listened to me, they always tried to make me do what they wanted me to do. That’s the kind of thing you get told in Texas. Be a “proper” girl.

I guess that’s why I never felt comfortable with telling them about high school. I didn’t want to hear the whole “You’re a Hen Among Roosters” dogma that they liked to tell me about. Right about now, I started feeling like I preferred girls, you can imagine how I didn’t need that in their head, so I just kept it quiet. I saved up enough allowance money from doing chores and bought a nice bow and arrows and a practice target for the backyard, I thought it was interesting and figured I’d give it a try. They didn’t give me as much flak as I’d imagine for it. They liked seeing me find something I enjoyed. I got pretty good pretty quick. Maybe that’s why they wanted me.

Anyway, I’m 17, and have college in a year or two, I’ve told them several times that I don’t want to change my major, I took shop classes around electric tech but thanks to them I never got to actually work on something. I just got to learn science and all that. I’ve been wanting to go to a good school for it, but every time I get asked, they’re mad I don’t want to change my mind and be some housewife. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, they wouldn’t let me go down my own road. At least that was until Promenade found me. They told me I could take control of my life, I just had to be a spy. Back in freshman year when I was more dead set on it, it hurt that they wouldn’t accept it. When Promenade told me they could help with that, I felt like I’d be stupid not to accept it. So yeah, now I’m a spy who likes sharp things and making weapons. At this rate, I could just stay here, I get to be myself.”

“Don’t tell mom and dad I said that.”

_{| GRADING |}

STRENGTH: B+ - This stems from her agility, she is not built for brute force fighting.

INTELLIGENCE: B - Her best subjects are math and physical science, seconded by English and the rest.

CQC: C - While she is great with knives, this would be a higher grade if she weren’t so reliant on them for CQC.

FIREARMS: C- - Agent Nightstalker is unmatched as an archer, but a bow is not a firearm. Her skill with handguns is the same as all Promenade agents, but rarely put to use.

CONCEALMENT & DISGUISE: A+ - Agent Nightstalker was practically born for this. If she is hiding from you, you have virtually no chance of finding her.

STRATEGIC THINKING & LEADERSHIP: B+ - Given the low profile nature of the missions Agent Nightstalker is best suited for, she has plenty of time to asses a scene and gather information to form a plan. This would be higher if she could improvise better.

MENTAL AGILITY & INTUITION: D- - Agent Nightstalker tries to learn improvisation, but so far she falls shortest here due to the amount of time she puts into a Plan A, while neglecting a Plan B.

HACKING & COMPUTER OPERATION: B+ - All agents are capable of basic operation with their Promenade-issued watches, but Agent Nightstalker’s habit for exploring the capabilities of the technology she comes across sets her just above average, though agents more versed in this outclass her easily.

OBSERVATION & INTERROGATION: A - Agent Nightstalker’s environmental awareness is very well developed as a result of undergoing many missions where stealth is paramount, from reconnaissance to infiltration, but she is nothing special when it comes to interrogation compared to the average agent.

LINGUISTICS: B- - Agent Nightstalker is nothing compared to Agent Babel, but she is decent at understanding other languages, just as all agents should be.

TEAMWORK & COOPERATION: B+ - She certainly has no issues with being on a team with other agents, but Agent Nightstalker’s role in a team usually places her far away from the rest where she can watch them from afar. Such situations are where she is the best team player she can be.

【 Spy High 】

Alice “Nightstalker” Crawford

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_{| NAME : Alice Crawford |}

_{| CODENAME : Nightstalker|}

_{| DOB : 12 - 8 - 2003 |}

_{| PLACE OF BIRTH : Swindon, TX |}

_{| GENDER : F |}

_{| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION |}

Slender and spry, agent Nightstalker only weighs roughly 170lb and stands at 5'7" tall. She has fair, lightly tanned skin with a clear complexion on most of her body. Her eyes are a warm, dark brown that matches her somewhat wavy hair, which she typically wears down to her waist in social scenarios. Agent Nightstalker's fashion sense typically consists of muted, dark tones and pale grays in all of her clothes, as well as a singular pair of knee high boots and a longcoat, which she is seen wearing virtually every day.

_{| PERSONALITY |}

Agent Nightstalker does not show signs of extroversion, she prefers to stick to small groups of people and is seen to be quite approachable in favorable social scenes, she is slow to be agitated, showing a great deal of patience and discipline when provoked. Though she doesn't enjoy confrontation, Agent Nightstalker rarely hesitates to come to the defense of a friend when it is needed, friends being anyone she is close with, there is no in-between: either you are a close friend, or you are a stranger; Promenade rarely has to take any form of disciplinary actions against Agent Nightstalker, but her record is questionable due to her tendency to tamper with her equipment. This appears to stem from her own curiosity and a desire to better herself, and while Agent Nightstalker is never known to lie when she is seen doing this, it happens often enough that it is best to check in and observe what she is doing in the event that she inflicts any manner of permanent damage to her gear. Agent Nightstalker shows signs of regular anxiety, observation suggests this stems from her relationship with her family, but it never hinders her ability as an agent of Promenade. She has a tendency to latch on to people that she lets in to get to know her, though she’s slow to trust people, she’s even slower to let them go.

LIKES : Nighttime, archery, sharp things, fashion, designing gadgets.

DISLIKES : Bright light, unexpected things, tense social interactions, noise.

_{| GOALS |}

Agent Nightstalker has been noted on several occasions to only wish to work for Promenade for the rest of her capable life, despite the advantages being an agent comes with, but she also has been seen to have a keen interest in electrical technology, we have records of her school transcript suggesting a desire to pursue this as a career, but her own word suggests otherwise.

_{| FEARS |}

She has shown numerous times to mostly fear the things the cannot anticipate. Anything from being asked about a certain topic to having to change a plan for a mission shakes her the most, she fears not being prepared the most.

_{| SEXUAL PREFERENCE : BISEXUAL |}

_{| SKILLSET |}

STEALTH: Agent Nightstalker's greatest strength lies in her ability to navigate territory undetected, she is best suited for missions where covert action is the most important (recon, rescue, espionage, etc.)
ARMED CQC: Though virtually useless without a weapon, Agent Nightstalker tends to favor the use of daggers in CQC scenarios, her custom made daggers serve her well. She prefers to use numerous debilitating maneuvers to disable or immobilize a target she cannot dispatch without immediate trouble. Agent Nightstalker appears to have a habit of carrying around small, concealable pocket knives at all times outside of missions.
ARCHERY: Agent Nightstalker is not at all opposed to using firearms, on missions, she prefers to carry a pistol no matter what, but she has a talent for using bows with lethal proficiency, and will very strongly refuse to turn down a combat bow in favor of something like a sniper rifle; in her own words, "A sniper's too bulky, bows are quieter too."
ACROBATICS: Agent Nightstalker’s mode of operations are complimented by her agility, she is capable of deftly executing various high-mobility maneuvers from backflips to long slides across the ground to scaling vertical terrain through jumping off of walls. This does not, however, give her any sort of CQC advantage, as she doesn’t use it for attacking.

_{| GADGETS |}

SYNC-SIGHT: A radar visor that connects to Agent Nightstalker's neural sync for tactical missions. The most prominent feature is night vision, which is granted through the use of a radar that displays visuals electronically, though the technology is limited to a colorless image. This allows her to see perfectly in pitch black environments without exposing her location with light. Because Agent Nightstalker's Sync-Sight visor is designed to connect to her neural sync, her fellow agents can use a device to see through her eyes, as long as the image can be received, anyone with this device can observe anything Agent Nightstalker observes. A secondary feature to this visor is the addition of a digital compass and a clock set to military time, which Agent Nightstalker rarely makes use of. These metrics are displayed towards the bottom of Agent Nightstalker's field of vison in an electric purple color to distinguish them from everything else.

VISOR CAMERA: A device the size of an iPhone that plugs into a USB port to receive transmissions from Agent Nightstalker's visor. This device does not allow the user to manipulate the video stream, but it is built with a 500GB hard drive that can store screenshots of what she sees. Agent Nightstalker refers to this devise as the "Syncam."

NS3-ARBALEST: The third iteration of a combat bow suited for stealth missions that Agent Nightstalker personally designed with professional help, the Nightstalker Mk 3 "Arbalest" is a 4.5 foot long compound bow with a draw weight of roughly 120lb. The custom made carbon fiber arrows designed specifically for this weapon can hit a target with lethal force up to roughly 100 meters. Above the grip is a holographic sight in the shape of a circle. The arms of the bow are silenced with polymer padding across the back. The arrows are stored in a compact quiver worn at the right hip, designed to compress the arrows to prevent them from falling out. Agent Nightstalker is capable of carrying roughly 50 arrows at a time.

NS-SPIDER TAIL: A grappling hook device worn on each of Agent Nightstalker's forearms. These devices each weigh 1.5lb and fire a cable with 200lb of pull strength with a distance of 60 feet. The spider tails each have enough mechanical and pull strength to propel Agent Nightstalker forward, which required her to develop the appropriate body strength to work with the force. These devices, like her visor, connect to her neural sync, meaning they are not activated manually, but with her mind. Agent Nightstalker's visor shows the status of each one separately, and tells her if they are retracting, recompressing for a refire, as well as how much force is being applied to them. When the cables are being reeled back in, they require roughly ten seconds to recompress, since they are spring loaded. The grappling hooks must be reeled in with the same method as they are fired, which allows them to be kept out if Agent Nightstalker needs to cling to a surface off the ground.

SMOKE GRENADES: Small canisters no bigger than the palm of one’s hand that, once triggered, spew out thick clouds of blinding smoke to disorient enemies. Agent Nightstalker’s visor allows her to see through these clouds. The smoke grenades store their compound in the form of a 1 gallon liquid that is pressurized in a vacuum chamber. Pulling the pin on the top of the canister will create a spark that ignited the liquid before pressure is released, this is when the grenade is meant to be thrown. It is nontoxic in all forms, and will therefore not be used to bring down a target through suffocation or anything similar. The smoke will eventually decompose into waste gasses and become undetectable by sight, taste, or smell.

KNIVES: A pair of daggers designed to be a hybrid between a stiletto and a trench knife, made from W-1 hardened, hollow ground tempered steel. The blades are 8.5 inches long, double edged, and perfect for either stabbing deep into something or slashing something into ribbons. Across the hilt of these daggers is a pair of knuckle dusters, coming from the trench knife half of the design, that support use in either regular grip form or reverse grip.

_{| SHORTCOMINGS |}

UNARMED CQC: Agent Nightstalker’s proficiency with daggers, while greatly beneficial in close quarters situations, results in her being helpless without them, without a blade in hand, she is left with no helpful option but to draw her pistol, this is a stark constraint to her preference for quiet discretion, but she does what she has to.

SOCIAL SKILLS: While she is capable of befriending other agents of Promenade, Agent Nightstalker is an introvert, she doesn’t do well in large groups or on the spot social interaction. Perhaps this is a side effect of her preferred manner of carrying out missions, or perhaps she never developed very in depth social skills, but it is one of her biggest set backs in missions where stealth isn’t an option.

INFELXIBILITY: Nothing bothers Agent Nightstalker more than having to adapt to a situation she could not foresee. She invests a lot into a singular plan and does her best to execute it as best as possible, but not every scenario is quiet, and she isn’t always undetected. Agent Nightstalker has made efforts to overcome this flaw, but significant progress has yet to be observed.

_{| OTHER |}

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_{| HISTORY |}

”Well, I grew up in Swindon. Went to school here and everything, this is Texas, so it’s not exactly good for someone like me: a girl, unspoken for, you know, the things people in the Bible Belt try to tell you how to do. Mom and dad- they mean well, surely, but they don’t always want the best for me, they always acted like they wanted what they thought would’ve been better for me. There’s a reason they don’t know I’m not entirely straight. Growing up, I liked messing around with electronic stuff, motors, circuits, that kind of thing. They thought it was cute that I was messing with that stuff, but any time I told them I wanted to make that my life, they gave this condescending look. Honey, that’s a man’s job, they said. Let your husband do that for you, they said. Get a husband, stay at home and have kids. That’s what they wanted for me. I always tell them I’d rather get my hands dirty myself, but they always told me the world doesn’t work that way. Alice, women don’t fool with breakers and wires, Alice, women stay at home. They never listened to me, they always tried to make me do what they wanted me to do. That’s the kind of thing you get told in Texas. Be a “proper” girl.

I guess that’s why I never felt comfortable with telling them about high school. I didn’t want to hear the whole “You’re a Hen Among Roosters” dogma that they liked to tell me about. Right about now, I started feeling like I preferred girls, you can imagine how I didn’t need that in their head, so I just kept it quiet. I saved up enough allowance money from doing chores and bought a nice bow and arrows and a practice target for the backyard, I thought it was interesting and figured I’d give it a try. They didn’t give me as much flak as I’d imagine for it. They liked seeing me find something I enjoyed. I got pretty good pretty quick. Maybe that’s why they wanted me.

Anyway, I’m 17, and have college in a year or two, I’ve told them several times that I don’t want to change my major, I took shop classes around electric tech but thanks to them I never got to actually work on something. I just got to learn science and all that. I’ve been wanting to go to a good school for it, but every time I get asked, they’re mad I don’t want to change my mind and be some housewife. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, they wouldn’t let me go down my own road. At least that was until Promenade found me. They told me I could take control of my life, I just had to be a spy. Back in freshman year when I was more dead set on it, it hurt that they wouldn’t accept it. When Promenade told me they could help with that, I felt like I’d be stupid not to accept it. So yeah, now I’m a spy who likes sharp things and making weapons. At this rate, I could just stay here, I get to be myself.”

“Don’t tell mom and dad I said that.”

_{| GRADING |}

STRENGTH: B+ - This stems from her agility, she is not built for brute force fighting.

INTELLIGENCE: B - Her best subjects are math and physical science, seconded by English and the rest.

CQC: C - While she is great with knives, this would be a higher grade if she weren’t so reliant on them for CQC.

FIREARMS: C- - Agent Nightstalker is unmatched as an archer, but a bow is not a firearm. Her skill with handguns is the same as all Promenade agents, but rarely put to use.

CONCEALMENT & DISGUISE: A+ - Agent Nightstalker was practically born for this. If she is hiding from you, you have virtually no chance of finding her.

STRATEGIC THINKING & LEADERSHIP: B+ - Given the low profile nature of the missions Agent Nightstalker is best suited for, she has plenty of time to asses a scene and gather information to form a plan. This would be higher if she could improvise better.

MENTAL AGILITY & INTUITION: D- - Agent Nightstalker tries to learn improvisation, but so far she falls shortest here due to the amount of time she puts into a Plan A, while neglecting a Plan B.

HACKING & COMPUTER OPERATION: B+ - All agents are capable of basic operation with their Promenade-issued watches, but Agent Nightstalker’s habit for exploring the capabilities of the technology she comes across sets her just above average, though agents more versed in this outclass her easily.

OBSERVATION & INTERROGATION: A - Agent Nightstalker’s environmental awareness is very well developed as a result of undergoing many missions where stealth is paramount, from reconnaissance to infiltration, but she is nothing special when it comes to interrogation compared to the average agent.

LINGUISTICS: B- - Agent Nightstalker is nothing compared to Agent Babel, but she is decent at understanding other languages, just as all agents should be.

TEAMWORK & COOPERATION: B+ - She certainly has no issues with being on a team with other agents, but Agent Nightstalker’s role in a team usually places her far away from the rest where she can watch them from afar. Such situations are where she is the best team player she can be.

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"I take it things of strange nature have been happening recently? The people here, they sound worried." Mira observed Frenn's gold test. "I just arrived before sunrise, I have been travelling the North for a long time. It is good to sit down by the warmth of a fire once in a blue moon." She laid her walking staff across her lap as she sank into the stool a little. "These are not easy times for strange things to begin, I don't envy this village." She remarked again, weary from her travels and her visions; While obtaining knowledge from the ones who came before always served her well, Mira was never able to handle conversation with the dead easily, receiving visions or wisdom from ghosts was draining on the soul, and her old bones weren't getting younger. She needed to sit down and rest as much as she could when the dead were particularly social with her, Mira's gift was a blessing and a curse, it took nothing to ask the departed to share their otherworldly wisdom with her, but their distance from this life and the next made it difficult to hear their speech, and to see their signs. Such a thing is ultimately harmless and would therefore never come close to killing Mira, but she could only muster up the energy to receive so much knowledge from the ones she could not see. Mira's age had a role to play in that, in her early years, she could speak with the dead all day and not break a sweat, but now she was old, close to the edge of life; Every passing year, she leans closer and closer to joining her spiritual guides, perhaps when she does, another will be blessed with her gift, until then, it's back to seeing the world.

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Humiliating people by tearing their clothes apart, only to grow stronger. A strange quirk that a decent human being shouldn't inflict upon others. This Dominatrix person clearly needed to be dealt with, but no one could get close to him. Mizo could simply charge him, but that wasn't what was most important. There was another hero already giving the bad guy the works, and she could see Aurora's ghostly image not far from that, they had it covered. This was where Mizo was most needed right now. A Hero with a suppression quirk was best suited for dealing with that villain, while Harry, Tidal Wave, and the rest were working on the scene doing damage control, she and Penrose were inside with the civilians. They were scared and needed reassurance. Everyone, including Kuudere and Puppeteer were hiding in a building with chairs and tables barricading the door. Penrose was beneath a window, occasionally peaking out above to look for any threats coming closer. Mizo wasn't even trying to hide, she was staring out the main door's small window. Everything was fine outside, as far as fine went. "We will be safe in here. Don't worry." Penrose said out loud, to no one in particular. Mizo wanted to blast out of the doors and across the street, to send that fool into orbit. That wasn't the best strategy, Mizo would have plenty of chances to fight herself. "Doombreaker, I know you are eager to go out there, but your strength is best needed here..." Penrose looked up at Mizo, though she had her helmet on, Penrose could see that Mizo was itching to bang knuckles with that villain "They have this, what we need to do is make sure these people are safe." Fighting is only half the battle when civilians are at risk, and this was something Mizo knew, but the urge to charge was all she thought of until now. Mizo looked out the window, seeing them all out there. They were all capable heroes in their own rights. Mizo took a breath and turned away from the door. Behind her was a crowd of civilians, some young, some old taking shelter from the mess outside with the group of heroes. They looked scared; she took off her bulky helmet, showing her face to the rest of them as she tried to find the world deep down to reassure them as best she could. With her helmet off, Mizo's face was visible to everyone else. She was young. Like some of them. Her expression was cold and stoic, but she was far from uncaring about them all. Everybody could see the nasty scar on her eye, her hair was put up so it wouldn't fall out while she was wearing her intimidating set of black and white plated armor.



"You are scared, all of you. I know..." She spoke loudly but calmly for everyone to hear, "I know it looks bad outside, and I know some of you are too young to understand what's happening, but look at me. I'm young, but I stand here for the sake of all of you, that is why you have nothing to fear. I am Doombreaker, and no matter how far the enemies of society come, the final stand is not one step further than where I stand. If that bastard dares to set foot in here, I will be the last thing he sees. Not one of you will come to harm, I swear on my life!" Her voice grew in intensity as she attempted to assure the crowd that victory was coming. Some of the civilians in the building were children, who needed calming the most. "I will not let anything happen to anyone here." She stood tall and proud among those hiding, like a rock on violent shores yet unbroken. Penrose was smiling to herself from her hiding spot as she watched her student handle things the way she was, she had confidence in Mizo, proud of her valiant student's bravery in this moment. Mizo would never let her words ring empty. The Honorable Hero was unmoving at her core, her heart was her greatest weapon...

And a heart made of steel never dulls when sharpened against the bones of evil.

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