Post by loupleblanc on Nov 3, 2009 16:53:12 GMT -5
The Player
[/size]OOC Name:
Loup Le Blanc
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The Character
[/size]Name:
Brigitte-Élise Renée Rousseau
Aliases:
Eclair
Age:
26
Species:
Human..(Mostly)
Planet of Origin:
Earth
Gender:
Female
Current Standing:
Unemployed
Detailed Appearance:
Skin Dark like pine bark wraps round the bone of a nymph like creature. Every Curve every shapely inch appears as if sculpted by the great deities themselves. Though thin in the face it is clear by its rather prominent nose that this creature is not of the sharp featured Caucasian race. Blood red mane runs from its forehead down low unto it’s hip. Though soft and fine toward the root it seems to become thick and a tad bit matted as if not combed all the way through at its ends. This was true in the years of its thievery. In the present this creature, this Woman has taken to bleaching her hair until it is almost white. From her look though it is not quite clear to anyone who see humans as simply tan skinned red heads only that she is one. Having darker than average skin for her mix of races and hair have hid her identity well in the past but it is her nose that simply gives her away upon closer inspection. It is quite clear she is a mix of black and French from her name. Standing at about the height of your average female adds to her to the normality of her appearance but not by much. A Rather thin upper body with relatively low musculature tapers down unto her hips which do appear to be a bit wide for her but, not by too much. Below her hips is where she truly shines. Since child hood she has been a runner and her legs tend to show this. From thigh to calf she possesses clear and definite muscle. Depending on the texture of the ground bellow her unaided she has about the speed of a man twice her size. Recently however due to a small (accident) she has lost most of these body parts and features. In place of most of her legs are cybernetic and partially living tissues. These have been permanently grafted to the bone and nerves left over and so she does feel through them for the most part. Within her upper body are quite a few artificial organs and partially grown and enhanced vessels. Are arms which were removed from the shoulder on have been completely reconstructed this means she cannot for the most part feel through them in the natural sense. The sensors on her finger tips are basically the only place she can feel on her arms. Her spine which was relatively damaged from what looked like a fall has been almost replaced but not because of the fall which was presumed to have smashed certain parts of it. It was the grafting the cybernetic parts which required more powerful electric signals in order to get her to move. The suit like most others is primarily black and grey for coloration and other specifics where only given to more powerful bio-engineered replacement parts. The parts like all others tend to try to make her body look more tone than it actually was. The only point of real interest about the parts is the visor which does slide back to reveal her face. It has a small triangle which forms in-between her eyes and the center of his nose. This triangle is the visual output display and allows her to see. It also shows him the specs of her body and the details like the core temperature. While it does allow him to create small changes to her general make up it does not augment her physical power for the most part. Her parts is not yet tuned for that and in the escape from her planet she was not able to activate a few features feature and so what she has activated are basic defense systems and life support.
Strengths:
- Decisive
- Fierce in the face of Adversity
- Slow to Anger
- Dedicated
Weaknesses:
- Boisterous
- Morbid
- Stubborn
- Slightly Unstable
Personality:
In her profession she had to find a away to distance herself from those whom death had called. This resulted in her personally changing and molding from a childish brat to a passive aggressive young woman very much into her own vanity. This way of narcissistic hubris served her well for a time it separated her from what she did. When no one else could feel but you when no one else was human but you it was simple to take the life of another. Since the time since she became a assassin she learned to dehumanize her target make them more like an animal, this gave her a reason to hunt them with little to no mercy. Her attitude changed quite quickly when she became the one hunted. A slight change of heart a quick flash of humanity is all it took. To confide in others this is something one whom must kill to survive must not do. Quickly her passive aggression melted away and what was revealed under the masks under the walls was a woman deeply concerned with the way the world was being run. Most of her targets where people whom deserved it but she was also hired by people whom deserve it just as much. Though it bothered her it was not enough to force her out of her line of work until she confided within a friend. Friends…this one now knows just how friendship works and just how frail it is. Now she finds herself far more cynical of people and incredible suspicious of their motives. More akin to lighting she brings storm clouds when she enters a room the intensity she projects is palpable. This is more due to her physical presence than her actual personality though. Her personality has become far colder and far more calculating than she ever could be before the incident.
Though she always had a temper it has been intensified by a factor of about one hundred. Those around her now as well as she herself have seen that she is beginning to slip but at the moment there is nothing which can be done about this. How does one go about counseling someone who has died once before? She has the focus to accomplish her task that she is now given by a slick tax dodging cybernetics division of the company going by the name Vector Multinational. She has been described as a fervent flame. Her fire can be all consuming if it is not focused at a target but when focused she burn even when engulfed in cerulean. Her handler Spetz often thinks of her as a gun and himself as a skilled marksman. He she is in his hands he can hit any target with almost no error. This is because she has become far more logical than she previously had been. This could be due to the subtle manipulations upon her mind or just the simple fact that she is far less human than she had been. Either way she acts more like machine when engaged in one of Spetz tasks. When alone she sinks down into her own mind, this is a dangerous place for her to reside for too long. When kept away from a mission for too long she often needs both antipsychotic medications as well as antidepressants. This viscous cocktail has created the false and frail barrier between her surface mind which is focused and the layers upon layers of poisonous psychosis. More often than not she is not allowed too much time to her self because of this dangerous instability. When put to a task she is not able to focus on herself and it has been decided that it is probably for the best. In her current state she is highly malleable and thus can be easily manipulated by any one whom says they know how to help her achieve so hazy dream revenge she has cooked up through the drugs. *If she was able to work through her issues with what happened to her it is quite likely she would kill Spetz and everyone else who had helped her become what she is now.
Prized Possessions:
Comb -In her possession is her absolute favorite comb which she often carries with her. Though the comb she had before the incident was different from the one she has now it serves to keep her calm. Without it when she was awakened she quickly wrapped her hands around the neck of anyone with any sort of comb in hand. This behavior had been deemed counterproductive to her missions and so she was given a comb which looks a lot like her old one to simply calm her down. The comb is blood red though it appears to be made from wood and has a single rose like flower indent upon the back where the teeth come out. The handle was often highly polished but it looked like it was used. This knew comb appears to have never been used, It just looks far to polished new and shiny.
Two highly modified Austrian Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 Nitro Express Magnums- Though the guns themselves are rather old they serve quite an important purpose. Each weapon has a function different from the other. While both have laser sights only one has been modified to fire two rounds at once. This is due to a double barrel system installed on the black one. The white one has an OPTech Holographic Weapon Sight designed by the arms division of the company. It give her not only perfect night vision when looking into it but it also because of its digital link up cord allows her to see through it when she is not looking through the scope it’s self. Each weapon has a basic weight of fifteen to twenty pounds as well a modified twenty round clip. Though the recoil is enough to knock it out the hand of the even the strongest and most experienced marksman it is no problem for her because of her reconstructed and densely forged arms.
History:
Strife riddle the woman took her child down from the hospital natal care unit. But when she left those doors she did not leave with a child. Born to nothing she was sent to an orphanarium run by the state for children with no past nor likely a bright future. In here she spent her early childhood. To this day she claims there are no memories of what went on in this place even though she spent at least eight years there. Given the name her mother gave for herself at the hospital Renee, was a rather boisterous child she could not bring herself to be silent for even the shortest amounts of time. Though she spoke out of turn she was often said to have been a rather delightful if only slightly belligerent child. . At the age of eight she was picked up by the company know as The Forester Group, this company would later become known as Vector Multinational. In the next year she came under the care of a man known as Gustav ‘Spetz’ Gurlukovich. At the time this man was only a simple researcher working under his mentor on a condition known as Reid’s Disease. It at the time was a very rare condition that affected very little of the world’s population. Though the genetic markers were carried by a great deal of people it could only be triggered in a few people and by certain yet to be identified stimuli. Though she was only eight she showed signs of having the condition and this prompted Spetz to take her under his care. While in charge of her he and his mentor Doctor Jean-Paul Rousseau ran an extensive amount of mental and physical tests upon the young girl. These tests were to see which stimuli caused the girl to exert extra electric charge over the surface area of her skin. The condition was known to make those afflicted with it more powerful conductor while still having their human weaknesses to extra electric charge. This made it dangerous for people like them to be outside during a lightning storm. Though some of the tests where harsh they were seen as necessary due to the nature of the time period in which they would gain new subjects. It had been at least ten years since they had a living specimen whom exhibited the full range of symptoms.
Until the age of ten she stayed with Gustav inside of his housing provided by the company on the grounds of the research facility. The reason for her change in residency was the because of the many laws they were breaking in keeping the girl inside the facility if it was figured out that she never left it could be take to the government and the company would suffer. From then on she was taken out of company care and put into the hand of the stern but fare Rousseau and his fiancé. Though he had been almost completely responsible for finding the girl it seemed Gustav would be made unable to partake in the young girl’s life if she was taken of company grounds. This concept filled the Russian with contempt he had come so far only to see his work fall into the hands of another. In the following years the year saw her life take a turn for the better schools, clothes, love, and anything else a child could want. From her past only one thing proceeded to haunt her, the painful weekly tests of voltage and the drugs to increase her charge. Though necessary evils they would never get any easier for her or her new father. The weekends are said to hold freedom from the norm from the mundane but every Sunday night held the grim experimental condition. Within her hands she was jabbed with conducting rods and forced to create charge. Though week at first in time she could produce a size able discharge of electricity. The process requires most of her energy but it like all gifts became easier with time to produce. At the age of sixteen it was almost decided for her that she would join the company and so her training as a weapon began. It appeared that because of her early symptoms and increased regiment of training on top of puberty had gifted her with higher voltage than ever recorded. But to keep her feeling like a normal teenager her weapons training remained a weekend and summer thing. In the summer she stayed under the care of Gustav. Weapons designed for her became a complete and separate division of the company. Soon the small bio-engineering group branched off and became Vector Multinational. Four separate arms created a rather expansive vision to the once military funded company. Developing a fortune off the back of a child three branches could be seen by the public eye. The Fourth and final branch made deals with the shady under world, things like assassinations of executives and politician whom stood against them were nothing to them. From the start they worked in shades of grey so the killing of others was not a big step away from the average.
In her later teens the child was given training by the private security branch of Vector and from her she was expected to become their new prototype of a more powerful solider. Against this concept entirely was her care taker Rousseau whom wanted to take her out of Vectors care. She had been treated as less than human most of her life and so he wanted to end that and given unto her the gift of freedom. Fighting for years for her freedom Rousseau reached the end of his rope and made his final mistake. Threatening to take all his inhumane research to the public caused an audible tick in the corporate meeting room. No one really thought he had been quite that crazy but the threat was more than enough to get others thinking. He would have to be stopped before he was allowed to make a mistake that Vector could not handle at a time of such incredible growth. On the eve of the Childs twentieth birthday the good doctor meant with an unexpected end. In the city of Touchdown he and his wife lost their lives leaving the child with wealth but little to no direction. Knowing of an assassin’s guild in touch down the young girl used the fourth branch in vector to get herself into the guild. She would find out who did her parents in and she would find out who ordered it. The assassins were simply a blade. She would break the blade and kill the man whom wielded it. For a few years everything went well she went about gaining standing within both the guild and in vector. She would play them the way they played her. In time however she began to lose sight of her original task, she became snobbish and her wealth corrupted her. Those she killed lost their humanity and she simply saw them a yet another animal lead to the slaughter by their own actions. She became the thoughtless blade that had killed her parents. This served the purposes of the head of the fourth branch a mysterious figure know only as Spetz. As long as she stayed lost in this sea of murder and lack luster motivation she would be perfect and primed to become the weapon he wanted her to become.
At the age of Twenty-four the ramifications of her actions began to weigh heavy upon her she had amassed incredible amounts of wealth but for what. Her goal had remained unfulfilled her adoptive parents were still dead she had not gotten any closer to stopping those who were responsible. From the fringes of her consciousness came a voice it spoke of the evils of men and the atrocities she had committed. To sentence others to the eternal sleep it was her job to do just that. What gave any one that right? As she pondered these thoughts she began to answer her pages less and less death calls went unanswered. This would not be allowed to happen a weapon whom questioned it function. The ball had fallen into the court of the Russian, having taken so many steps to bring to light the present he had dreamed he would not allow the conscious of a child to ruin him. Taking time out of his day he took a flight to touchdown…with the intention of seeing Renee. She had stopped answering her faltering could lead to her leaking the illegal activities of Vector and that would not be permissible. His first step out of the craft he came upon graced him with visions of a bright new future humans had reached their limit but these creatures they whom were called aliens they could bring about a era of power. Faster and faster he lost interest in his weapon and began to see the need for a change. The company would take their genetics division and apply their efforts to decoding what mechanisms gave the aliens their great power. The night of her doom was upon her the would-be assassin had never once for a moment thought that her own family could be plotting against her. In a public place, in a bar known as fate, they sat, they talked, and he discerned her true motive she was apprehensive to kill another without good reason. She spilled her guts one sob story after the next revenge flashed in her eyes and discontent blazed deep within her heart. Know now that she was preparing to come for him in the end Spetz figured he would end it before he figured out it was he who threw her onto this path. With a cough and a pat on his own chest he ordered the shot. Bang the cannon went, a high caliber round was sent from almost a mile away through the chest of the young assassin. Only barely did it graze the side of the Russians arm but it was enough to keep him from looking like a suspect. Jumping across the table he took the girl into his arms before she closed her eyes for what seemed like the last time.
Not quite dead yet the young woman’s eyes shot open Adrenaline at it’s very limit she whipped out two cannons each about the size of her arms. Shooting in the direction the shot went she could see the path of the bullet in her mind’s eye. Picking off the sniper she fell to a knee she had been augmented already by Vector and a simple shot to the chest was enough to stun and seriously injure her but one was not enough to kill her. In seconds more assassin were upon them Spetz had come prepared for just this type of scenario. Guns blazing shell casings falling she let loose upon those she would have once called comrade. In the end she was taken in riddle with bullet holes and in a place half way between life and death. Close to a week of torture lead to the eventual stoppage of her heart. Seeing the error of his ways the Russian requested her body. Even in death she could be far more useful than the assassins he the fourth branch of the company was affiliated with. They had lost so many to this special little girl. For two years The child was kept in a state of semi death while the technology which would save her life was perfected. The man known only as Spetz would have his weapon and Renee would find her revenge….
Roleplay Sample:
Crimson regret lay scattered along the cold and once sterile ground. Hanging barely by alive a ghoulish shadow shed flesh and rational though by the second. Less than human urges rose from the lower brain to the fore front. A primal rage for all things Assassin descended deep into the bowels of what was left of its heart. The sobering sound of flesh tearing from the bone carried strong along the warm temperate air.
