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Full Name: Magdalene Atwood

Nicknames/Aliases: Mags

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Gift: Resurrection - Mags is extremely hard to kill. When she sustains a normally fatal injury her circulatory system seems to shut down, however her cells are able to function without oxygen for far longer than those of the average individual. Her body's healing process is considerably accelerated and as a result she can recover from what would be fatal injuries within a few hours. She may still suffer from some effects for several days afterwards, however she is remarkable in that she suffers no long term effects. If her body is placed somewhere incompatible with life (such as underwater, or buried) then she will not re-animate until her body is moved from there.

Loyalty: n/a

Description: Mags is a scruffy-looking young woman with a light build and of a pretty middling height, around 5'5. She has dark, curly hair and a heart-shaped face with a short nose and deep-set eyes. Magdalene has added to her wardrobe after her departure from her old faction. She now dresses in numerous layers to try and guard against the elements. An overcoat over a leather jacket over a top, all in moderately different sizes that don't really match the size of the wearer. On her feet are a pair of military issue boots (original owner was considerably past caring about the loss). She had a facemask hung around her neck, partially to guard from dust and ash, partially as a means of disguise, and partially as a way to make post-resurrection a little more presentable.

Personality: All that Magdalene does is driven by a certain anarchistic undercurrent to her personality. She loves to take on authority, something that never really gelled well with her Liberty upbringing. All her life the young woman seems to have taken delight in chaos, and it reflects in many aspects of her life. She's untidy, disorganised, easily distracted and hesitant to commit to anything.

Interpersonally, Magdalene seems quite a friendly type. She's chatty and sociable and seems happy enough to help others. However since her arrival in the wasteland Mags has avoided falling in with any groups for any extended amount of time. She doesn't like forming attachments to people so tends to keep her distance.

Skills: - Survival skills - Despite her rather antagonistic relationship with Liberty, Mags is still a child of the Liberty education system, took several survival trips during her teenage years with youth groups, and learned a lot of the skills she needs. How to make a fire, how to purify water, how to navigate with no discernible landmarks, first aid, and how to find food in a difficult environment.

- Resilient - Mag's powers enhance her healing factor, and also serve to let her keep moving when most people could not. This can alarm people a bit.

Weaknesses:

-No offensive abilities. - Whilst she's not likely to remain dead, Mags' abilities do very little to stop her getting dead in thr first place.

- Loner - Mags' tendency to travel alone in combination with the latter weakness mean she's often a target.

Brief History:

Magdalene Atwood was born into the Liberty faction, and never knew her parents. Her surname, she suspects, was just an arbitrary one, but she's not certain. Without a settled family, Mags grew up raised by the state and hadn't a great deal in the way of role models. From an early age she was rather difficult, seeming to have a problem with authority and following instructions.

In many ways she was the antithesis of Liberty ideal, someone more invested in pursuing her own interests than working for the benefit of the whole.

She had something Liberty needed though. Magdalene's powers put her in some of the top rungs of genetics ranking, and the faction was very keen to take advantage of that once she was old enough. Magadalene herself didn't too much appreciate the idea of being valuable for her genes rather than anything she could do, and also became aware of the rather grim selection of jobs available for someone with her powerset.

It was only a matter of time until something gave, and when, in her late teens, she fell into some legal trouble, Mags took the time to escape the faction. Since then it's been a mixed bag. She'd died a number of times in the interim years...but she was starting to feel like she was getting the hang of it.

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The bullet shot through Kora's knee a split second before she detonated her ability. The impact and the sudden disruption of the integrity of the bones threw the knight off balance and she hit she floor, landing in a sprawled sitting-position a little way from where she'd been stood.

It took a few moments for the pain to fully register itself apart from the impact of the fall, and when it did hit, it was pretty brutal. Kora looked to see the rather quickly-expanding puddle of red round her leg. Bright red. If she was a betting woman she'd probably say a ruptured femoral artery, which would probably give her about five minutes before things became very serious.

For most people that would be the end of that as far as the fight went.

Knight Norrevinter was definitely not most people.

The red-haired woman gritted her teeth and reached her hands, now wrapped in the tattered remains of her gloves, over to tightly grasp the wound at both sides.

This was most certainly going to hurt.

Her hands gave a flash like welding torch. Kora snarled out a curse and the air was filled with the stench of scorched flesh. When she removed her hands the skin was burned and the heavy bleed fused shut, cauterized by her over superheated hands.

There weren't many things aside from fighting her ability was useful for, but that aspect did come in handy from time to time. Particularly when you found yourself always getting shot.

With some effort the Knight rose to her feet, weighing her options. Putting any weight on her leg would hurt like crazy. Unless she turned the red-eye on. But if she did that she was pretty sure none of these people would walk out alive.. and ORIN has definitely specified minimal force.

As it turned out, Kora's options would soon become even less extensive, as she caught a shadow overhead.

Combat training was pretty much muscle memory by that point in Kora's life and within moments she'd pressed her fingers against a pocket on her belt and released a combat knife from its sheath and into her right hand, which she swung up at speed and collided with the blade of her attacker.

Her weight fell back onto her injured leg and Kora snarled in pain and anger.
"Why don't you ashrats ever mind your own damn business?! You have five seconds to get out of here or I'm going to unleash the fury of Odin on your unwashed ass!"

She threw her weight forward in order to force her opponent back and put some distance between them.
Whilst she was attempting to work out her next move, she heard ORIN speak up in her ear.

"Switch to speaker."

"Kind of busy here!"

"And you're about to lose the targets, activate the speaker."

Kora growled irritably but snapped a switch next to her hip with her free hand, activating a speaker hidden somewhere within her combat gear to broadcast the metallic voice of the Erubesco defence system over to the retreating for of Orion.

"Lazos. I'm sure on some level you are aware that Ingram has, at least, and open fracture and that without medical attention she will definitely die. Ultimately the choice is yours. Voluntarily submitting to arrest is likely to win you some leniency at trial. The Wasteland climate and distinct lack of sterile supplies is far less flexible in that regard."

ORIN spoke about the subject dispassionately; even though it was physically impossible for her to do otherwise of course, she felt very little investment on the eventual fate of the programmer.

Back in the control room the woman took a sip of her cup of coffee and scrolled over the surveillance system momentarily whilst she awaited the response.

She was, after all, only returning the favour of indifference.

"Surrender now and I'll dispatch a medic team immediately. Please give the offer proper consideration, in case you regret your choices later."

@ScoundrelQueen
@Framing A Moose

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@Framing A Moose Orion just crashed through the outside wall, and probably made a sizeable hole in it, so both are more or less outside, but Kora's boomsplosion was aimed through the gap so it bounced around the inside of the building.

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@Framing A Moose Go for it. Kora was probably stood in her sights for a good few seconds whilst she was positioning.

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Kora pressed her back against the weather-beaten brickwork and listened intently to the sounds of her assailants.

Now this was just getting unsporting.

And even if she hadn't been doing he best to follow any conversation, she'd still not be too keen to go rushing into an area where two enemies had guns. Even though, if the one behind the counter was Ingram, one couldn't see her.
"ORIN. Think I've located both targets. Can you get me a confirm and some data on the third hostile?"

"Get me visual and I can tell you whatever you need to know. Just try not to get shot." was the response.

Kora had no intention of getting shot.

Unfortunately her options became a lot more limited when the wall behind her was suddenly hit by a wrecking ball.

Or at the very least it felt like one when she was pitched forward into the dirt by the force.

Kora rolled with the hit and was able to scramble herself up to face the attacker. A few bruises and a bleeding lip, nothing major. In hindsight, probably should have seen that coming.

"Confirmed. It's Lazos. Ingram won't be far."

As ORIN spoke to affirm her claim, Kora scanned the surroundings. One close range. Two long range. It was far from a fair fight.

"Three on one? See it didn't take you two long to get into the ashland mentality." Kora growled through gritted teeth as she planted her feet firmly into the dusty ground, placing one against a sizeable crack in the old sidewalk so it could not slide back.

What she was about to do had one hell of a kickback.
"Guess I'm going to have to get serious."

For a moment the woman splayed her fingers, and around her hands red, glowing particles began to swirl and crowd together.

Then:

BOOM

She threw her arms up before her and a wave of heat and force burst out of her like a bomb had exploded from the knight's outstretched hands. A wave of superheated air rocketed across the ruined building, tearing up the floor coating, flinging the remains of furniture and tearing fixtures from the walls. The water from the sprinklers was no match for the heat at close range, evaporating into steam as the wave it, filling the air with a thick, hot fog.

The force hit the walls, cracking the brickwork and tearing off the paint. What little glass was left in the windows burst out forcefully in all directions.

Kora stood at the epicentre of this chaos, the ground around her scorched black, and bits of her glove's heat-resistant fabric smouldering faintly in the dusty air.

Well, back to the drawing board on the gloves.

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@Framing A Moose Right side.

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@Framing A Moose She moved across the doorway setting the floor of the doorframe on fire as she passed across it, and ended up net to the door with her back to the wall.

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Yeah got to say if I only osted things I was happy with I'd probably never post at all. I've now put myself in the mindset of 'Don't second guess it just post' in order to speed things along.

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As soon as she heard the unmistakable sound of a cocking firearm, Kora's weight swiftly shifted onto her back foot, her trained reflexes compelling her back more than any conscious thought. She sprang back as the man flung himself forward, and then, feet skidding in the dust, dived behind the doorframe moments before bullets splintered off the wood. The shots might've missed her head had she stayed. But that was a big might.

The knight pressed her back against the wall of the building, and lifted her hands up. The metal plating of the adapted gloves flared red as heat started to manifest around them. The air rippled and blurred.

"I just want you to keep in mind:" Kora called back through the entrance, still stood parallel to the frame in order to avoid the hidden gunner.

"That you instigated the fight here.
We could have handled this in a civilized way.
I want you to be completely aware of that when everything that's about to happen, happens."

She sprang across the doorway, trailing one hand across the threshold of the wooden door and by the time she'd cleared it a fire had spread all across the dusty wood, blocking the entrance.

She didn't imagine metal guy was going to be too worried about it, but whoever was shooting at her in there was. With any luck she could split them up and deal with them one at a time. Trying to take out the big guy whilst under fire was not a great idea.

She'd learned the hard way about the kind of setup.

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@Framing A Moose Sure, if you want to join in on it. When do you think you'll have a post?