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One question: Is S.E.E.R. and their superheroes public information? I mean, are they in secrecy, are they jobbers like any others, or would gossip magazines write articles of some hero/ine taking a leak on the street corner?
Name… Triana Norman. Subject prefers to use her code name in any situation.
Code-name… Krait
Appearance...
Age… 20
Hometown…Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Psych Eval… The subject 'Krait' has completed the evaluation test mentally with passable results. She was found co-operative and has been further noticed as professional to her present task, able to keep concentrated on her job without the sign of doubt. However, the tests showed many traits that could be dangerous in the future. Weekly psychiatric support is advisable to scale down the following risk effects: Short temper, mental breakdowns, aggression in general, sadism.
History… The subject 'Krait', aka. Triana Norman, childhood from birth to age of 16 has been found irrelevant to the project (psychiatrist advised to examine this more). Having a summer job as a cleaner in her mothers laboratory, she was working on the night shift of 13.7.2010 during the crime incident [For media analysis, see archive 177]. [Name erased] was found guilty of the murder of Triana Norman after two months of investigation. During the night, [Name erased] had broken inside the lab, destroyed government property and assaulted on Triana Norman under the influence of drugs. She was tortured the entire night by [Name erased] with various chemicals (list of chemicals unknown. The research to find the same mixture to give subject x the same effects as 'Krait' denied), Triana Normans heart stopping in the ambulance.
She was declared dead 14.7.2010 4:15AM, the length of her death lasting 67 hours, 19 minutes before a worker had heard her screaming in the locked morgue refrigeration unit. From [Name erased] decision, her new life was kept in secrecy, as she could start her training to become part of S.E.E.R. program and testing of her newly formed anatomy. [The entirety of 'Krait' files, see archive 178]
The subject herself has denied any form of interviews on official records about the incident, or anything involving her during that time. However mental stress results indicate that she was 'sensing' something during her death. Further tests have proven inefficient.
Powers/Abilities… The subject 'Krait' has grown tissue in her body that has grown her lighter, while simultaneously multiplying her muscle strength, allowing her to use this as advantage on combat field as well as a form of movement. Following document quotes as 'able to jump for several feet upwards' and 'able to break a sandback (40kg) with her bare hands in 7.24 seconds.' are located in the combat tests [full document, see archive 178]. Her body is not perfectly evolved into the new form however, as she has been known to break her ankle once for kicking a brick wall too hard instead of breaking the wall itself. Exoskeleton to keep her bones breaking from massive strikes is still lacking of funds.
Other... The subject 'Krait' has grown poison producing implants into her bloodstream along with immunity system to it. The poisonous blood of the subject is [Test results, see archive 178] known to kill a rodent with 2 millilitre dose. Permission to tests on human subject have been denied.
Code-name… Krait
Appearance...
Age… 20
Hometown…Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Psych Eval… The subject 'Krait' has completed the evaluation test mentally with passable results. She was found co-operative and has been further noticed as professional to her present task, able to keep concentrated on her job without the sign of doubt. However, the tests showed many traits that could be dangerous in the future. Weekly psychiatric support is advisable to scale down the following risk effects: Short temper, mental breakdowns, aggression in general, sadism.
History… The subject 'Krait', aka. Triana Norman, childhood from birth to age of 16 has been found irrelevant to the project (psychiatrist advised to examine this more). Having a summer job as a cleaner in her mothers laboratory, she was working on the night shift of 13.7.2010 during the crime incident [For media analysis, see archive 177]. [Name erased] was found guilty of the murder of Triana Norman after two months of investigation. During the night, [Name erased] had broken inside the lab, destroyed government property and assaulted on Triana Norman under the influence of drugs. She was tortured the entire night by [Name erased] with various chemicals (list of chemicals unknown. The research to find the same mixture to give subject x the same effects as 'Krait' denied), Triana Normans heart stopping in the ambulance.
She was declared dead 14.7.2010 4:15AM, the length of her death lasting 67 hours, 19 minutes before a worker had heard her screaming in the locked morgue refrigeration unit. From [Name erased] decision, her new life was kept in secrecy, as she could start her training to become part of S.E.E.R. program and testing of her newly formed anatomy. [The entirety of 'Krait' files, see archive 178]
The subject herself has denied any form of interviews on official records about the incident, or anything involving her during that time. However mental stress results indicate that she was 'sensing' something during her death. Further tests have proven inefficient.
Powers/Abilities… The subject 'Krait' has grown tissue in her body that has grown her lighter, while simultaneously multiplying her muscle strength, allowing her to use this as advantage on combat field as well as a form of movement. Following document quotes as 'able to jump for several feet upwards' and 'able to break a sandback (40kg) with her bare hands in 7.24 seconds.' are located in the combat tests [full document, see archive 178]. Her body is not perfectly evolved into the new form however, as she has been known to break her ankle once for kicking a brick wall too hard instead of breaking the wall itself. Exoskeleton to keep her bones breaking from massive strikes is still lacking of funds.
Other... The subject 'Krait' has grown poison producing implants into her bloodstream along with immunity system to it. The poisonous blood of the subject is [Test results, see archive 178] known to kill a rodent with 2 millilitre dose. Permission to tests on human subject have been denied.
"Ah, sorry. Susanne Cartwright. Some people call me Susanne, other calls me Susie." she started. "You can go with either one... or anything. It's not too hard to understand if I'm talked to, since it seems there Isn't much others to call me here." she said, turning her eyes at the huge knight on the side for a moment before clearing her throat. "But I would be glad to reserve a room for myself. I suppose the basic room is fine, but a room where smoking is allowed would be preferred. Not sure could I even afford much luxuries, I think this is where I'll be getting that." she said with slight chuckle, tapping the menu on her hand as she then looked back to the bartender.
"I would like the red wine, 2nd on the list, please." she said, going for her belts backpocket to pick up her wallet. I hope I can pay with transfer." she said, as she lifted a card from the wallet with a small hologram appearing into it. Wireless credit... and to her pleasure, completely anonymous too.
"I would like the red wine, 2nd on the list, please." she said, going for her belts backpocket to pick up her wallet. I hope I can pay with transfer." she said, as she lifted a card from the wallet with a small hologram appearing into it. Wireless credit... and to her pleasure, completely anonymous too.
As Susanne finally got the menu she wanted, she was looking for anything 'traditional', as in something the inn would be specialized to make. After all, the place looked rather traditional and she wouldn't be surprised at all if they had their own winery on the basement. Pressing few commands on her wristpad, the helmet started to open up, sliding into the helmet storage on the neck as she let her blonde hair drop, sighing in relief as she was actually having some room for her head... the armor was comfortable, but not in the way you could live forever inside of it. Searching the menu she lifted her eyes up again as someone came to speak downstairs from the way the assumable robot had went.
"You own the place?" Susanne asked just to make sure while trying to think what kind of alien breed she was dealing with now. "I would like to ask if there's a rooms I could reserve and in what prices would they be in?" she said, looking at moment to the half empty place. "...Well, if you have any rooms to be more exact." she continued with bit of a snarky remark, as she assumed the place wasn't exactly filled in at the moment.
"You own the place?" Susanne asked just to make sure while trying to think what kind of alien breed she was dealing with now. "I would like to ask if there's a rooms I could reserve and in what prices would they be in?" she said, looking at moment to the half empty place. "...Well, if you have any rooms to be more exact." she continued with bit of a snarky remark, as she assumed the place wasn't exactly filled in at the moment.
Oh, by the way, are the ghosts looking the way that you could realize immediately that they are ghosts, or do they have more lifelike appearance and you won't be knowing it before seeing them go through stuff?
Well how splendid... as the massive thuds that creaked the floorboards ended, Susanne looked behind herself just to take a closer look, moving her body slightly to the side. She managed to get a quick sight on the definitely underaged girl that had been kept somewhat hidden by a fairly regular looking man, and on the other side there was... Seemed giant of some sort. At least he didn't look anything to mess around with, not that Susanne was here to even look trouble, unless she got really bored. In either case, all three seemed to enjoy far more company of themselves than hers, so she just sighed, when in middle of her sigh, she saw the door opening.
Hearing the first word, she almost chuckled, as she was expecting something even more monstrous than the last guy to enter. "Food? Close but no cigar... the shelves ain't exactly filled with apples." she said with chuckles, looking again the rather fancy liquor shelf behind on the wall behind the counter.
Hearing the first word, she almost chuckled, as she was expecting something even more monstrous than the last guy to enter. "Food? Close but no cigar... the shelves ain't exactly filled with apples." she said with chuckles, looking again the rather fancy liquor shelf behind on the wall behind the counter.
The silence in the woods was slowly breaking, as something was coming from there with some… direct choice of words, pouring out of her throat to be polite. First Susanne had to pay a top cred to even get information about a place like this, uncharted, middle of nowhere… and then she had to pay a 2nd to get a lift.
‘The forest is too dense’ they had informed, leaving her roughly six hours away on foot from here. She wasn’t lazy or weak, just not comfortable in this type of environment. She was born in large metropoly, and always found her way easily in urban jungle, but turning that form of terrain to this was… not for her taste.
However, as the sight of the actual destination finally got on the corner of the girls eyes, she stood still for a while, taking few more steps before getting to the open spot this ‘inn’ was in. It didn’t look too fancy on the outside… but it sure filled every critique Susanne would give, as she sighed in reveal, resting her knees on the front yard for a half a minute. She was indeed in a need of a vacation.
Gathering herself, Susanne then stood her back straightened as she went to the front door, gently opening it to step inside just enough to see what was in store for her… sure didn’t seem like it was a rush hour, as the place was almost empty right now. Silently clearing her throat, Susanne let the clopping of her boots hitting against the wooden floor welcome her in, as she walked to the counter. “If I may see the list of drinks… please?” she then said to the bartender, the dried mouth turning her voice almost as a whimper. Even if her helmet slightly mechanized her tone, it did sound stupid enough to Susanne clear her throat again, while she was dragging one of the stools under her to sit on.
‘The forest is too dense’ they had informed, leaving her roughly six hours away on foot from here. She wasn’t lazy or weak, just not comfortable in this type of environment. She was born in large metropoly, and always found her way easily in urban jungle, but turning that form of terrain to this was… not for her taste.
However, as the sight of the actual destination finally got on the corner of the girls eyes, she stood still for a while, taking few more steps before getting to the open spot this ‘inn’ was in. It didn’t look too fancy on the outside… but it sure filled every critique Susanne would give, as she sighed in reveal, resting her knees on the front yard for a half a minute. She was indeed in a need of a vacation.
Gathering herself, Susanne then stood her back straightened as she went to the front door, gently opening it to step inside just enough to see what was in store for her… sure didn’t seem like it was a rush hour, as the place was almost empty right now. Silently clearing her throat, Susanne let the clopping of her boots hitting against the wooden floor welcome her in, as she walked to the counter. “If I may see the list of drinks… please?” she then said to the bartender, the dried mouth turning her voice almost as a whimper. Even if her helmet slightly mechanized her tone, it did sound stupid enough to Susanne clear her throat again, while she was dragging one of the stools under her to sit on.
Well, you can cross my characters name off of any elite classes. She Isn't that impressive with her fighting abilities, at least not yet.
Name: Susanne Cartwright
Age: body age 25, modifications age 2.
Race: Unknown minor alien race. Partly mechanic.
Appearance:
Skills: She is able to lose everything else from her body but her upper torso and head without suffering huge amounts of pain or death. Bad mouthing.
Background: Susanne has been wanting to travel through space and time from the very little innocent child that she was born as. However, the time and reality caught up to her, and even if she made her dreams come true in one way, the life of a bounty hunter was leaving something to be desired from the ever so dreamful life. Learning the hard way of dealing with people, she has had her shares of burns, cuts, bruises and bloodshed.
However, Susanne had made enough fame for herself to be offered a huge payment for services she has kept in discreet in order to protect her customer. While getting large amount of 'heat' for her head after managing to successfully finish her part of the deal, she is now looking a place to keep low profile long enough for the situation to cool down.
Random Information: Even if Susanne looks entirely organic, the insides of her right leg is completely robotic, thus it allows her to kick with it strong enough to bend steel plate and crash through weaker walls. She has a life support mechanic replacing her heart, which has a direct wiring to her head. Removing the connection will result in instant death.
Age: body age 25, modifications age 2.
Race: Unknown minor alien race. Partly mechanic.
Appearance:
Skills: She is able to lose everything else from her body but her upper torso and head without suffering huge amounts of pain or death. Bad mouthing.
Background: Susanne has been wanting to travel through space and time from the very little innocent child that she was born as. However, the time and reality caught up to her, and even if she made her dreams come true in one way, the life of a bounty hunter was leaving something to be desired from the ever so dreamful life. Learning the hard way of dealing with people, she has had her shares of burns, cuts, bruises and bloodshed.
However, Susanne had made enough fame for herself to be offered a huge payment for services she has kept in discreet in order to protect her customer. While getting large amount of 'heat' for her head after managing to successfully finish her part of the deal, she is now looking a place to keep low profile long enough for the situation to cool down.
Random Information: Even if Susanne looks entirely organic, the insides of her right leg is completely robotic, thus it allows her to kick with it strong enough to bend steel plate and crash through weaker walls. She has a life support mechanic replacing her heart, which has a direct wiring to her head. Removing the connection will result in instant death.
Name: Tamia Michel
Alias: Tally
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 124lbs
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue
Equipment: The rifle and visor in her appearance, silver case of smokes, a lighter, an expanding nightstick for close encounters.
About: Tamia has never been much more than she is now is a well known fact. Struggling to live her life has been the thing to do from her very childhood of being a working class family's child on Titan to finally get on her own feet and deciding to go along with her guts to get out to the world... and to find herself in this spot, even if it's barely a decent one.
History: Tamia has always told that she left Titan just to 'see the world' though it is a really touchy subject to her. She was trying to get past her late teen depression by going around the lower class street parties, involving drugs, sex and hypnotic beats. Getting addiction, she was starting to spend most of her money to these mixed drugs, known as Pseudo56x (Pids for short), getting into bad deals with bad people. When the payday came, she was barely able to get her ass out of the heat and into the open galaxy, being on a run from organized crime as she has never been on Titan after that, not really keen on the idea of getting back there either ((if that is fitting to the story of the entire crew)).
Of course a broke girl couldn't afford to anything at the time so Tamia had to swallow her pride and do more... unpleasant things for her. It took a great deal of emotional as well as psychical weight into her to just get through those few rough years in poverty of Tijuana as she was mostly raising money by selling her body. The abusement she has taken from that has made her more tough on spirit, but awkward when talked about close bonding relationships.
However, enough tip and she was able to get her gear, but in everything else, she has been struggling to get her life back on track since then, though even to this day she is not entirely sure has she managed to 'fix' herself... of course a cigar every now and then helps a long way.
Misc: The black market equipment tends to be unreliable, as her gun as well as her visor have tendencies of malfunctioning or heating, even if they have such a pretty look on them.
Alias: Tally
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 124lbs
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue
Equipment: The rifle and visor in her appearance, silver case of smokes, a lighter, an expanding nightstick for close encounters.
About: Tamia has never been much more than she is now is a well known fact. Struggling to live her life has been the thing to do from her very childhood of being a working class family's child on Titan to finally get on her own feet and deciding to go along with her guts to get out to the world... and to find herself in this spot, even if it's barely a decent one.
History: Tamia has always told that she left Titan just to 'see the world' though it is a really touchy subject to her. She was trying to get past her late teen depression by going around the lower class street parties, involving drugs, sex and hypnotic beats. Getting addiction, she was starting to spend most of her money to these mixed drugs, known as Pseudo56x (Pids for short), getting into bad deals with bad people. When the payday came, she was barely able to get her ass out of the heat and into the open galaxy, being on a run from organized crime as she has never been on Titan after that, not really keen on the idea of getting back there either ((if that is fitting to the story of the entire crew)).
Of course a broke girl couldn't afford to anything at the time so Tamia had to swallow her pride and do more... unpleasant things for her. It took a great deal of emotional as well as psychical weight into her to just get through those few rough years in poverty of Tijuana as she was mostly raising money by selling her body. The abusement she has taken from that has made her more tough on spirit, but awkward when talked about close bonding relationships.
However, enough tip and she was able to get her gear, but in everything else, she has been struggling to get her life back on track since then, though even to this day she is not entirely sure has she managed to 'fix' herself... of course a cigar every now and then helps a long way.
Misc: The black market equipment tends to be unreliable, as her gun as well as her visor have tendencies of malfunctioning or heating, even if they have such a pretty look on them.
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