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[b]NAME[/b]: goes strictly by the title “The Poet”. Those that have grown to be close to The Poet refer to her simply as “Poe”.  
[b]AGE[/b]: mid-to-late 50’s
[b]GENDER[/b]: female
[b]APPEARANCE[/b]: a woman with broad-shouldered, tall build, The Poet has more of an imposing stature. Her hair is often left alone, allowed to puff out and become more of a mane. For attire, The Poet will wear simplistic clothing that fits with the situation. Whether that be a little black dress and heels or a simple shirt and jeans, it's whatever fits the occasion. 
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[b]OCCUPATION[/b]: is currently an inmate at Courtright Penitentiary, had previously worked as a psychogenerative rights activist in the ‘90s. 
[b]LOCATION[/b]: Courtright Penitentiary, Pennsylvania 
[b]FRIENDS//FAMILY//OTHERS[/B]: 
-	Maximillian Ali: [i]deceased[/i]; throughout her time spent in The Divisions, The Poet has tried hard to keep the identity of her son under wraps. It was not until the mid-2000s when The Poet had been targeted by the son of her former partner, Desecration, resulting in Maximillian’s ultimate enslavement by Desecration II. The Poet killed her son before Desecration II could use him further;
-	unidentified man/”Mr. Ali”: [i]deceased[/i]; The Poet’s unidentified, nameless husband of which she refrains from talking about. It is believed the man’s surname is “Ali,” after the identification of The Poet’s son Max went public and his own last name had been discovered. Whether Ali is The Poet’s maiden name or her former husband’s is not clear. Nothing else is known about “Mr. Ali,” other than he had been a part of The Cult of Desecration and remained behind after The Poet left. Her punishment for leaving was witnessing Desecration flay her husband alive;
-	Ned Anders/Desecration: [i]deceased[/i]; once a brilliant man who wanted justice and equality for all, The Poet worked alongside Ned Anders as activists for psychogenerative riots in the mid-1990s. The two had developed a close friendship, at times bordering on romantic. At some point, Anders developed a cult following and spiralled into a power-hungry obsession with his followers. His true state of madness was triggered by the death of Polar Storm and subsequent rioting. The Poet left him shortly after he took on the moniker “Desecration”;
-	Icarus Anders/Desecration II: [i]deceased[/i]; the son of Ned Anders who would later revive his fathers’ cult following. Having been close with Ned, The Poet knew Icarus for many years, having watched him grow as a young boy. The Poet believed her son was the target of Desecration II’s avengement due to some form of jealousy over parentage.
  
[b]ABILITIES[/b]: The Poet denies possessing any psychogenerative abilities herself, but it is clear she is not a standard human of any sorts. Having become known for an irritating comfortability in subterfuge, The Poet is something of a public spy. She does not hide her face or cover her tracks; she provokes and encourages confrontation, likes being uncovered as the culprit and being chased down. In the end, The Poet always evades capture. In most environments she can vanish, meld into the background or seemingly de-materialize on the spot. It is speculated that The Poet is capable of invisibility, camouflaging, teleportation, or has a time and space-altering gift. The Poet will never say what it is or how she does it.

The Poet is no stranger to firearms, having melded into a keen marksman over the decades. Sticking mainly to long-range weaponry – ie., the infamous collapse sniper rifle Vorian van Trauptiz designed for her – The Poet is skilled at picking off targets from a far distance. As The Poet herself once spray-painted across the freeway where many Cultist bodies lay, “with my words i will kill you – a soft, slowburn surrender/with my lead, i will keep you down”. 

[b]STRENGTHS[/b]: The Poet had always been known as one of the go-to allies when needing important data. Praised for being able to properly plan and execute infiltrations into many facilities, The Poet was a master at espionage. It remains a mystery how The Poet is oftentimes so able to retrieve whatever’s needed with little repercussions. 

Perhaps one beneficial matter that helped The Poet’s spy games was her lengthy list of contacts. Most had been blackmailed into “not falling off the Earth until I wring you dry/and then let you saunter off it,” while others were simply people The Poet knew of – whether through hacking databases or word of mouth. For whatever’s needed, chances are the Poet knows someone who can help. 

[b]WEANESSES[/b]: The Poet’s old age is her main physical downfall. She is not agile, nor does she have moderately acceptable stamina. When on the field, she is limited to her knack of “vanishing” in order to avoid physical confrontations. She cannot run for long distances or at impressive speeds; she tires easily, runs out of breath substantially fast. 

When it comes to fighting, in no way is The Poet a foot soldier. Perhaps once she may have been satisfactory at hand-to-hand combat, knowing how to throw a punch without throwing out her shoulder in the process. These days, she lacks the upper-body strength and mobility to be comparable to her former self. From all the fighting in her early days, The Poet has constantly sore limbs and joints, prone to waking up with some new part of her aching. 
Her inability to vocally communicate with others often hinders her while in the field. Speaking with others through text messages works when there’s someone with time to respond, but when the entire team is wrapped up in a battle, it is common to lose track of The Poet due to not knowing instantly where she is. Likewise, unless she has a notebook or means of digital text, The Poet is unable to express her thoughts at all.

[b]BACKSTORY[/b]: Only bits and pieces gathered over the years indicate who The Poet had been before The Divisions. It is known she had a son and, at one point, had been married. It is rumored The Poet hailed from Essex, England, and occasionally returns to a small home in the countryside there when not enlisted in The Divisions. However, no records of The Poet’s citizenship to any country have been uncovered.

It is known that The Poet worked with Ned Anders in the early ‘90s as a social activist for psychogenerative rights, having gone by the name “The Poet” ever since.  The title was self-coined, a reference to the notes she would use to communicate and the early graffiti art she would leave in the wake of protests, often of poetic, political statements. 

Shortly after Ned Anders became aggressive and nonsensical, consumed by the need for power and influence, The Poet left him. He proceeded to kill The Poet’s husband as punishment. The death of her former love was not found out about until after the fall of The Cult of Desecration. The Poet chose to keep it to herself, preferring her teammates did not see any emotional ties she had had with anyone else. 

While many of The Second Division members refrained from killing Cultists unless necessary, The Poet took out her rage and ensured she slaughtered each one she came across. By the end of her career with The Divisions, The Poet had a personal death count of two hundred and fifty-two. Most had been Cultists, others had been criminals, and the rest were caught in her crossfire. The Poet rarely expressed remorse towards the innocents she had killed. 

Upon the dismantling of The Second Division, The Poet vanished from North America, ceasing communication with former members. When WW3 started, she returned to fight in the war. Likewise, The Poet was present for the reunion of The Fourth Division after the Cult of Desecration made a resurgence. The Poet was determined to defeat the second iteration of Desecration, knowing from early on that it had been Desecration’s son and not the man himself.

However, towards the end of The Fourth Division’s run when Desecration was becoming a powerful foe, The Poet received a photograph of her son in the mail. She found him, standing on a street, visibly mind-wiped and under the influence of Desecration. The Poet knew Desecration’s intention. Like how the first Desecration killed her husband for leaving him, the second Desecration was going to kill her son for having defeated the original Desecration. Instead of letting Desecration II take her son’s life, The Poet slid a knife through her son’s temple, and let him die. 

After that, The Poet returned to hiding for many years. She would not return for The Fifth Division, but when the call for The Sixth Division came and war was looming in the distance, The Poet returned, acting as a recruiter for new members. She refused to speak about her son or any prior events, sticking strictly to planning and war-talk.

When AW1 ended, The Poet had been responsible for bringing Lady Lust to a hospital in the next town over. Shortly thereafter, The Poet had ben glimpsed staggering out of the city, back towards Adventbrook. The last anyone had heard of her, she had been arrested and sent to Courtright Penitentiary for a crime that was never revealed to the public. 
[b]TOOLS//WEAPONS[/b]: based off of the M24 SWS The Poet had been known to use, Vorian van Trauptiz designed and manufactured a custom-made sniper rifle to better suit The Poet’s needs. Partially collapsible, designed to be smaller and compact, and made from a lightweight carbon fiber and nanocellulose combination; nicknamed, “The Pencil,” the gun is a powerful, ultralight weapon The Poet is often seen sporting on the battlefield.

A leather-bound notebook is also a noted tool of The Poet’s. It’s her primary means of speaking, by scribbling notes in it to share with others. For as long as anyone can remember, it’s been the same one: a mahogany color, gold-rimmed pages, the bottom left corner of the front over torn away. Yet, it seems, the pages are endless. The Poet’s used the same one for decades without going so much as halfway through the book.

When the notepad is too much of a hassle to write in, The Poet will use a handheld tablet to fire off text messages to others. A text-to-voice function was once implemented to help The Poet communicate verbally, but the idea of Stephen Hawking’s voice discussing battle plans while explosions and gunfire were tearing up the roads didn’t go very well. 

[b]TRADEMARKS[/b]: The Poet is mute, though the cause of it or whether it’s by choice have not been answered. She prefers to communicate as little as possible. When need be, The Poet will write cryptic, rhyming, and often poetic messages in a small notepad. 
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