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Hazel Baker
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50kg
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To others, she would seem polite if reserved, with never a harsh word, and manners immaculate. To those who knew her, they would find out she had no other emotions besides that. Her words were empty, her smile programmed and her manners automatic. A ghost living in an empty shell, she's constantly under a fog induced by drugs, to dampen her emotions and thus the frequency of her rampages. Her hair was styled to hide her eyes for this reason, for hers look lifeless, especially unnerving when she tried to put on any mask of emotion. The drug induced fog was not something forced upon her, but one she had taken voluntarily. She fears the clarity of her sharp mind, the memories of her burden, her shame. There was nothing she wouldn't do to forget her past, even for an instant.
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She was captured at a young age by the government, delirious and almost feral, having destroyed a large amount of property though with only small injuries caused by her directly. Interested in her capabilities as a bunker buster, she was taken in by the government, to try and harness her ability. They found out early on that it was hard to contain someone who destroys material with ease, so they had Hephaestus, who was also in that same underground facility she was in, design her room to be resistant to her attacks. She didn't exactly see much beyond her room, and what little she saw made little sense in her head.
They found out quickly she was exceptionally talented at destroying nonliving materials, but with the frequency of her rampages, she was hardly practical to use. However, after finding out she calmed down after every rampage, they have decided to make a sort of an obstacle course for her to run though, damping her need for violence. To further decrease her violent tendencies, she was put under some experimental drugs that induced a slight feeling of euphoria, though it clouded her mind so much the first time she remained motionless for the duration of the effect. They had perfected the drug to make it so she can still function regularly while under it, though it needed to be taken regularly, with which she was strangely cooperative.
While she was now stable in a sense of the word, it was decided she was to be released at USARILN East, for further experimentation, focusing mostly on socialization and to see how stable she can remain in a relatively normal human setting with multiple external influences. Before releasing her however, she was collared with something Hephaestus made when she was asleep, one designed to tone down her violent tendencies by suppressing her emotions every time she felt the need to rampage. Unfortunately, it also weakened her abilities, though it also weakens her Stigma's call. The collar itself is highly visible, bearing Hephaestus' stag horn symbol upon it.
They found out quickly she was exceptionally talented at destroying nonliving materials, but with the frequency of her rampages, she was hardly practical to use. However, after finding out she calmed down after every rampage, they have decided to make a sort of an obstacle course for her to run though, damping her need for violence. To further decrease her violent tendencies, she was put under some experimental drugs that induced a slight feeling of euphoria, though it clouded her mind so much the first time she remained motionless for the duration of the effect. They had perfected the drug to make it so she can still function regularly while under it, though it needed to be taken regularly, with which she was strangely cooperative.
While she was now stable in a sense of the word, it was decided she was to be released at USARILN East, for further experimentation, focusing mostly on socialization and to see how stable she can remain in a relatively normal human setting with multiple external influences. Before releasing her however, she was collared with something Hephaestus made when she was asleep, one designed to tone down her violent tendencies by suppressing her emotions every time she felt the need to rampage. Unfortunately, it also weakened her abilities, though it also weakens her Stigma's call. The collar itself is highly visible, bearing Hephaestus' stag horn symbol upon it.
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It is the ability to produce spatial displacement attacks in a range of 15m around her. While utilizing her abilities, her affected limbs turns transparent. Using this ability, she could punch an object in range and leave massive craters in the shape of her fists in it. For now, she could produce craters around 10x the size of her fists. Her limbs, while transparent, are incredibly easy to injure, with even a poke being able to produce a stab wound. However, if she tries to use this ability on the living, she won't displace any materials, but they would still take the full brunt of the heavy, wide-reaching impact from her attack.
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A vast empty field, with but a single dirt path. The green grass seemed to grow as tall as her hips, but just in front of her a girl was dancing. It was Hazel, as much as she herself was Hazel, but she seems so free. Her smile was radiant as she took a step forward. But towards what? She was leaving, but what was she leaving? There was hope in those steps, there was despair, there was light, and the dark, but all was right. She took it all in, and she stepped forwards. She ran ahead of her, beckoning her, telling her its alright. But what was alright? What did she leave to be able to run so freely? But she could, and she could run on the path with her. She stopped in front of her, the real(?) her, and extended a hand, head tilted questioningly.
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Behind her she spoke, Hazel, like she was Hazel. All three of them were Hazel, none real, but no one fake. The Hazel behind her spoke, though no words reached her. The path behind was gone, cut off abruptly by waving green grass. With a wave, the Hazel behind her cleared a wide swath of land, the grass abruptly turning into ash, leaving a wide area of empty dirt. There was no more path, but she could walk without fear. This Hazel however, did not run or dance, she simply walked, probably due to her limbs being encased in heavy armor. She could run, but she did not, instead taking it in and carrying it with her. But what did she carry?Why didn't she remove them to run? She carried them and became all the stronger for it. Stronger, but what did she carry that needed her to be stronger? Like the first, she too extended a hand, a small smile on her face.
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That smile haunted her even in the deepest part of the drug induced fog.
Don't worry, I'll protect you.
She had trusted her, and true to her words, she did try. But they weren't a match for him, not when they were still that small, that young. Hazel was picked out first, but she, true to her words, struggled and kicked so much, that she was instead the first. After he was done with her, he took a knife to her face, then took a brief rest. Before he regained enough energy to continue however, the police burst into the basement and shot him dead.
True to her words, she had protected her, and she had blamed herself for it.
Don't worry, I'll protect you.
She had trusted her, and true to her words, she did try. But they weren't a match for him, not when they were still that small, that young. Hazel was picked out first, but she, true to her words, struggled and kicked so much, that she was instead the first. After he was done with her, he took a knife to her face, then took a brief rest. Before he regained enough energy to continue however, the police burst into the basement and shot him dead.
True to her words, she had protected her, and she had blamed herself for it.
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