Name: Mairead Draigen

Nickname: The Rose's Thorn

Age: 18

School year: Third

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Nationality: Ireland

Personality: Mairead is a tough girl. She doesn't like to lose and only barely tolerates competition. But she does know how to have fun and is often engaging herself in practical jokes and sarcasm. She is approachable but very closed off about what she is really thinking and feeling, which has the tendency to make some people think she's cold. She is very intelligent and spends conversations figuring out how to both attack and defend herself from whoever she is talking to, physically or verbally. She is rather witty and can come up with a solid one liner at a moments notice. Most of her words are laced with sarcasm which just makes it that much harder for people to really know what she's thinking. She can make friends easily but only a select few of her friends get close enough to begin to understand her. Most of the time she is quiet but has a small smirk on her face practically constantly.

She only shows really genuine emotion when she is around animals, which she loves dearly, especially dogs. She spends her free time writing in a journal that she never lets anybody read and listening to music. She is barely musical, she can sing on pitch and play the piano a little but that's pretty much it. She's never had a relationship, as far as anybody knows anyway, and likes rainy days in the summer because it reminds her of Ireland. Whenever she's asked about Ireland she goes into a nostalgic trance and starts talking about how wonderful Ireland is and how much she loves it. Her accent isn't that thick but it adds a lilting quality to her contralto voice that most people find quite pleasing to listen to.

Bio: Mairead comes from an ancient Irish family, dating back to the time of the Romans, that has always been connected to the blackthorn plant, as the name Draigen means blackthorn in Gaelic, with local legends surrounding the Elizabethan Draigen Witches. Mairead grew up on a small farm in the Irish countryside with her parents and her three brothers, one younger than her and two older. She never was able to sit still and often wandered across the fields and hills around her home for hours, searching for flowers and plants, particularly hunting blackthorn vines. For the most part her life was just fine until soon after her eleventh birthday when her little brother Seon was hit by a car. Seon spent the next four months in a coma before he finally died. Seon's death hit Mairead hard, she and her brother were nearly inseparable, and for a long time she didn't do anything besides sit in Seon's old room and miss him. Finally her grief gave way to anger and that was when she discovered her abilities. It took her a few years to learn to control them but once she did, she was nearly unstoppable in a fight with her older brothers. Her parents were very concerned for Mairead and afraid for their other son's lives sometimes so when she was invited to Riddle Academy they thought that letting her go would help her get over her little brother's death.

Weapon: Mairead uses two small daggers with Celtic engravings on the blade and small emeralds in the hilts.

Equipment: A small set of lockpicks, a thin cable with a hook on the end, and a flashlight screwdriver

Skills: Very flexible, agile, reads books quickly, is good at reading people, and is surprisingly strong

Ability: She can make thorny vines grow anywhere she wants to and then make them recede at will. It takes a lot of effort so if the plants have to break through rock it will take more time and leave her more drained afterwards. Sometimes the vines will have flowers or berries among the thorns depending on the season. Because Mairead is the one who summons the vines, she can control where the thorns are so she can grab the vines without getting hurt.

Name: Sayaka Himura

Nickname: Crispin, Crispy, Napalm

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Appearance: Sayaka stands at the height of 5'5 and weighs a light 100 pounds, almost ever inch of her body is covered in bright white clean bandages, her facial features are all completely covered by her bandages with an opening for her eyes so she can see, Sayaka has two bright crimson eyes, she oddly has messy long raven colored hair outside of her bandages. Sayaka has a small build and thin body covered in bandages as well, under her bright white band aids are just as white pale skin.

Over top of her bandages, Sayaka wears various amounts of baggy clothing so her movement isn't limited and stiff, Sayaka wears a large hunter green coat without a shirt showing her bare bandaged chest, she wears a baggy pair of jeans with a brown belt, she doesn't usually wear shoes but when she does it's when she goes somewhere off of the island or when she randomly goes outside, on her left wrist she wears a big digital watch that seems to always tell the wrong time.

Nationality: Japanese/French

Personality: Sayaka is a perverted girl who likes both sexes and she seems to have a one track mind to most who know her personally, her perverted tendencies range from ogling to groping and using dirty sexual slang as well, shes a pyromanic that also has a fetish of burning others with her flames, mentioning that it makes her hot. Sayaka is very bashful towards people and awkward during conversations, either yelling when she speaks or speaking too low, when shes around people she doesn't know she tends to distant herself from others.

Sayaka is very sensitive about her appearance and instantly gets sadden or angry when people make fun of her, She likes to frequently play with a lighter or her lighter when she is nervous or scared. When shes in the act of burning things or people she loses her self in euphoria and can forget what shes burning whether it's a friend or an enemy, she just forget and enjoys the moment of burning everything in her area.

Bio: How Sayaka has joined the assassin academy is unknown, even to this very day the director even wonders how she became one of the students of the academy. Now for the elephant in the room, the way how Sayaka earned her bandages was from a kidnapping, when she was only ten years old, a man pretending to be a police officer took from her neighborhood in front of her friends, when her parents couldn't pay for her ransom they tried to kill Sayaka by burning her alive in a steel box when the police arrived to try and save her they at first they thought she was dead but when she screamed to life they were startled and managed to save her.

After surviving her attempt of murder Sayaka was given bandages to cover her burned flesh, when she was allowed to go home she never came out of the house to play with her friends and hardly left her room, going to school was hard for Sayaka, the other kids called her a mummy and made fun of her bandages, while a large majority of the kids just tried to avoid her, all of them ostracized her from their recess activities. Then one recess Sayaka found a new friend that she knew wouldn't judge her, in the recess yard she found a silver lighter, and when she sparked it she felt a warm feeling that felt friendly towards her.

Her knew new friend produced a bright blue flame, when recess was over she took her new friend with her inside and huddled in the corner with it, but that's when she made a mistake, she dropped her friend and fire began to spread around the class room and school, while all of the kids ran from the flames Sayaka didn't run from the fire, she stayed within it almost as if it didn't touch her and she discovered a new feeling she gotten from lighting fires. When Sayaka gotten older her skin never fully healed properly, but her hair started growing back, Sayaka became an arsonist that burned buildings with and without people in them, it began to happen so often that she actually killed targets for assassins and some assassins in her fires, but with her fires she soon was arrested and taken to jail for arson and murder, when she went to sleep in the cell she awoken on the school island.

Weapon:

-She has two home made wrist mounted flamethrowers that feed into a medium size box pouch filled with gasoline

- Combat knife

Equipment:

-Silver lighter: Filled with good old memories

-Wrist watch: Why does this thing never give the right time ?

-Lye in a bottle: It's labeled "Use only on eyes"

- Extra fuel pouch: You know for when things get too heated.

Skills:

- Vast knowledge of flammable objects, chemicals, and liquids

- Adept in hand to hand combat and proficient in knife combat

- Vast knowledge of explosives

-Decent accuracy with firearms

Abilities:

-Fire immunity: Fire is a friend

Other: Nothing really besides friendship is burning



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Name: Izumi Kaede

Nickname: None

Age: 18

School Year: Third

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Nationality: Japanese

Personality: Izumi is an extreme stoic, she doesn't ever smile nor show much emotion, and is inept at social interactions never taking a subtle hint from another person and being painfully blunt towards people about certain situations where there is no hope. Izumi doesn't know much about normal human nature and is willing to get into a person's personal space and go overboard when helping someone asking things that are personal without thinking about how the person she feels .

Izumi looks up to the director of the school to the point of seeing her as a mother figure even though she knows that she didn't bare her, Izumi has nothing but respect for the director and is willing to do anything for the woman without using any foresight for her own safety or health. Not knowing how a family tree works, Izumi sees Rei as a younger sister instead of an aunt, and wants to try and have her call her onee-san, or onee-sama, and since she sees her as a little sister she wants to look out for her the best she can.

Izumi's mind is like a sponge, she absorbs knowledge almost instantly after being taught, she may not seem like it but the stoic girl is stronger than she looks, she prefers to fight with whatever she can find instead of actually bringing along weapons, one of the ways she prefers to fight is using wrestling moves she gets from television and suplexing people. Izumi is highly skilled in using nearly every man made weapon with little difficulty, smaller weapons are one of her preferred choices to go instead of using two handed weapons, it's mostly so she can be quicker and not have to be weighed down.

Bio: Izumi was bred to be the best assassin in the world, being born in an artificial womb without any real parents or even a name, just a set of number, when she was born she didn't have much of a real life, her life was mostly a test chamber after test chamber with a voice telling her what to do, she never had any human contact besides a voice telling her what to do everyday.

But one day the voice wasn't there, it was silent and the lights to the test chambers were dark, the red emergency lights were on but the lights didn't help with the darkness and it went like that for days, then suddenly there was a light within the darkness.

It was probably the only person that was there, it was a silver haired woman who took her from the darkness and brought her to the outside world, it the first time Izumi saw sunlight and Saya told her not look into it for too long and gave Izumi her name, when she noticed that the stoic girl didn't have a name of her own, she then took Izumi in and enrolled her into the academy, the years she spent with Saya she learned a bit about the outside world, when Izumi learned about parents she saw the woman as her mother and guardian.

Weapon: What ever she can get her hands on

Equipment:

-Reading glasses

-Cellphone

-Wrist communicator

Skills:

- Adept hand to hand combat and wrestling moves

- Adept marksmen

- Stealth expert

- Quick learner

Other:

Name: Katie Knox

Nickname: Bubbly Bruiser

Age: 15

School Year: First

Gender: Female



Nationality: American

Personality: Katie Knox is, really honestly what you expect when you think of a Cheerleader. She is a bubbly airhead, who refuses to let life get her down. She is also snobbish, looking down upon others who aren't performers like herself. It is not to say she doesn't like those people, she just feels they could be missing their mark in life. Katie Knox deep down wants everyone to do the best that they can, especially those she is on the sidelines cheering for.

While she is most apt on the sidelines, she adores basking in the limelight and chatting with others. Katie especially loves discussing gossip, and will try to get the juiciest pieces she can. She also makes sure that she stays up to date on the latest fashions, and what are the prettiest things currently available. Katie is also rather fond of giving hugs, especially to those she views as her friends. This is amplified by seeing rather spooky things, as Katie dreads 'goblins and ghouls'.

Bio: Katie Knox was born in the state of New Jersey to a loving family. Her father worked as a contractor while her mother worked as a teacher's aide. And Katie just so happened to be the oldest of her two sisters, Hannah and Maria. Unbeknownst to her, her siblings and even her mother, her father was a professional hitman. He went by many aliases, '004', 'Spiderweb', 'Gold-dust', 'Drake' and of course his most often used alias, 'John Doe'. And due to his outstanding professionalism, and the brutal dispatching of those who went after even individuals slightly close to him, the Knox Family didn't receive many counter-attacks upon them.

Katie went through elementary and middle school, having a rather enjoyable experience in all of them. In Middle School, she joined the Cheerleading Squad and participated in many of the schools plays. Over all, it was a fairly mundane, if fun life for Katie. Of course, such things would change.

Well the change wasn't a dramatic or traumatic change, but rather one of Knox's business contacts/friend ringed him up. The contact eagerly spoke of what potential Katie would have if she became an assassin like him. Father Knox was, not all that keen on sending her daughter to Riddle Academy. After all, he wanted to keep his little girl safe and not risk such a thing. However, his mind was changed when he was reminded that he wouldn't live forever. And that if he wanted to preserve his family's safety, he'd have to get her taught the ways of the hitman.

This rang true with him, and so he told Katie of Riddle Academy. Well, he did, but minus the part of the assassinations, just in case she'd get scared at the thought. Katie, ever so cheery thought fondly on the idea of pursuing education at Riddle Academy, and with a few gifts from her Dad and a farewell to the folks she headed off. So with a bright demeanor she is excited to see what her future at Riddle Academy will bring.

Weapon: Pom Poms (Unbeknownst to her they contain a Taser Gun)

Equipment: A large glittery purse, make-up and Pepper Spray

Skills:
-Skilled and Talented Cheerleader [Athlete] (ie. She is a rather physically fit/strong individual)
-Is a loud yeller
-Excellent Listener/Gossiper
-Acting Abilities

Abilities: N/a

Name: Mashuka “Shuka” Shamal

Nickname: Dust

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Mashuka is of average height and sub-average weight. An upbringing devoid of proper nutrition has left him with a thin body that years of exercise have managed to turn into a lean-muscled form. He commonly wears long sleeves and long pants, tied tight at the wrists and ankles respectively. A hood or face-mask isn't uncommon, as during his drifting days the white-hair would tend to garner unwanted attention

Nationality: Afghani

Personality: Mashuka is quiet but friendly, with a curious though cautious outlook on life. He loves stories, particularly stories of people's lives, and if he had to kill someone he'd prefer to know all there is to know about who they are first. His loyalty could be brought into question, but he's good at keeping secrets, though his moral compass shares a seat with his instinct to survive.

He tends to avoid talking about himself, even going so far as to intentionally steer conversations away from the subject of his childhood and family. That being said, he isn't ashamed of who he is, and has a soft spot in his heart for the oppressed or mistreated.

Bio: Before Mashuka’s mother was a victim of the mass murders of the Pul-e-Charkhi prison in Afghanistan, her family had been nomads following the winds. Though years and years ago they were proud and loved showmen, the modern age had turned them to meager beggars and thieves. Her husband had been caught stealing, and as was the law, he and the family as a whole were locked away. Towards the end of her pregnancy, as the brutal murders began to increase, she would whisper to her unborn child. “Mashuka”, she would say, “If I cannot look after you in this world, then the very wind shall guide your way.”
And every day she would say this, and every night she would bask in the air and ask for the sky’s blessing. The other inmates thought her mad, but the doctor looking over her pregnancy was charmed by the lullaby-like rituals.
The day eventually came when she gave birth to him, the word “Mashuka” spilling from her lips before she fell unconscious. In her sorry state, she was quickly dispatched and became one of the thousands in the graves outside of the prison.
It was the doctor who raised him, though the boy was forced to remain within Pul-e-Charkhi’s walls. The other families cared for him, but at the end of the day he would always return to the doctor who had spent much time with his mother. He taught Mashuka English, taught him much of the academia he would have otherwise missed inside the prison, and did his best to steer the boy right so that when he turned sixteen, and would be released, the world would not seem like such a scary place.
But sadly he could not watch over Mashuka all day, and while he was away the boy suffered as all the prisoners did. He was roped into their schemes, taught how to survive and how to fight. But it was not until he was fourteen that his “talent” surfaced.
Though the massacres had stopped, conditions within the prison were still horrific. Inmates suffered beatings and poor living conditions without an end in sight, so it was no surprise when a riot finally broke out. Chaos tore the prison apart, the inmates scrambled to escape and the guards fired without discretion. Mashuka ran, and he did so with the speed of the wind itself. Moving in swift blurs and dashes, he collided with and ultimately killed a soldier blocking his exit. Without time to be shaken, he grabbed the man’s kukri knife and was whisked away with the breeze.
After managing to hide away for two years and escape to England, he found out about and shortly thereafter applied to the Riddle Academy.

Weapon: A simple kukri blade in a leather sheath with silver framing.

Equipment: Nothing not provided by or found at the school.

Skills: Quick and agile, well versed in Krav Maga and not too shabby with the kukri after growing up around soldiers, Mashuka can fight and run, but his other skills lack as a result of his upbringing.

Abilities:

-Breath-: Mashuka can channel his family’s long-standing affinity with the wind to enhance his mobility. Though not offensive, it does allow him to cover short-to-medium distances in incredible time and jump to extended heights. However this ability can be used only in bursts, and not rapidly, needing minutes or more to be used once again. This is not a matter of tiring him out, but rather he simply cannot access it during this time.

Name: Hunter White-Fang

Nickname: The Young Wolf or simply Wolf

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hunter has a lean build, with multiple scars and hardened muscle. He has oak colored skin and black braided hair. He is at average height for his age. His face is that shows wisdom beyond his years, with a broad and sharp nose and light brown eyes. The picture above shows his field attire, each piece of clothing made from an animal he has killed. It also represents his tribe and bloodline.

Nationality: United States of America, True Shoshone Tribe.

Personality: Hunter is a proud individual, being raised in the most honorable family of the true Shoshone tribe. He will never back down from a confrontation, especially if it involves his family or friends. He has a respectful attitude towards killing and death in general, wishing a blessing upon all departed souls, Human or Animal, Good or Evil. He is protective but rash, his mentality being "Shoot first, ask questions later." He is loving but merciless towards his targets or those who have angered him. He loves nature and the outdoors, there isn't much he doesn't know about everything outside. Though he tries to be respectful of all humans, he does have a prejudice against the white race, constantly remembering his grandfather's stories of the abundance and pride of the Shoshone before the white expansion.

Hunter was chosen to serve as the guardian of the tribe, protecting it from dangers and hunting down those who would harm it. As being so he is disciplined in his fighting style, having been trained by the current guardian as his mentor. When he strikes, he strikes true. If he is ordered to kill someone by a respected authority, he will carry out the order without worry, without question, without hesitation. It is debatable whether that is a good trait or a bad one.

Bio: Hunter was born as the only son into the White-Fang family of The Shoshone Tribe, the chosen guardian family until the selected guardian dies or retires. From the moment he was born he was trained with a sense of duty, loyalty, and discipline. He learned how to meld into the forest and be no different than a pebble on the ground or an ancient oak. He was taught his tribe's history and values. He was taught how to use the bow and the war club in direct combat and as a phantom. He was being molded into a human weapon.

Relationships were never Hunter's strong point. His parents were only allowed to see him occasionally and he wasn't allowed to see any of his peers. His best friend was his mentor, the current guardian, who was only known to his as 'Al'. Al taught him everything he knew and was proud to call Hunter his successor. They did virtually everything together, so Al was the father figure Hunter never had. The last length of his training with the Shoshone was to be accepted into a mysterious academy of assassins to begin his new training. It was a challenge but Hunter had succeeded. The last time he would see Al was to convince him to retire or to fight him to the death.

Weapon: Shoshone War Club

About 3 1/2 feet long with a sphere the size of a baseball, wielded in expert hands, this is a deadly and effective weapon.


A bow and arrow set crafted by Hunter himself from the bones and horns of a bighorn sheep and decorated in classic Shoshone colors, this weapon is extremely effective at medium to long range combat, direct or otherwise.

Equipment:



[Might add more to Equipment]

Skills: Master Tracker- Years of living in the wilderness has turned Hunter into an extremely skilled tracker.
Outdoorsman- No one feel more at home outside than Hunter does. He knows everything there is to know about the countryside.
Skilled Hunter- Most of Hunter's prey doesn't know he's there until it's tool late.
One with nature- Hunter knows every advantage of cover in the wilderness, if he disappears into the wild, good luck finding him.
Abilities: N/A
Other: N/A

Name:
Jun Uk

Nickname:
"I must say, I have not decided on one yet, ahahaha~ Perhaps an appropriate one shall come to me soon."

Age: 17

School Year:
Third, Transfer student

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Jun, standing about 5'9, is never without a warm smile on his face. His hair is a golden-blonde, his eyes a very light brown with their own golden flecks going across them; which are accented by his long dark eyelashes. He dresses very nicely as someone coming from money, his attire often being a dress shirt and vest with a tie, as well as dark pants and dress shoes. When outdoors, he dawns sunglasses when appropriate. From under the folds of his vest, there are a few belts that holster his weapon of choice against his person.

Nationality:
Korean-American

Personality:
Jun is a pacifist. He finds fighting, well, messy for lack of a better term and looks down on the art of engaging in combat when taking his preferred methods of removal into consideration. He loves spending the time reading books, making tea, cooking and baking. He's a splendid conversationalist and loves people, though he usually knows when to stop talking. The pleasure he takes in relaxing only matches up to his hobby of strategizing; which is also quite laid back considering he's mapping out how to kill someone. He is a very generous, chivalrous person who always looks on the bright side no matter how bleak a situation may be.

Bio:
The son of two spies from their own respective countries, Jun and his family lived on the run from assassins for several years after his birth. Whenever possible, they would train Jun with what they knew; giving him the tools necessary to survive. When he turned 8 years old, his family couldn't run from their fate anymore and gave Jun to his aunt, who was working with the Korean Intelligence Agency at the time. For betraying both of their countries, his parents were executed by means of lethal injection. Heartbroken, his aunt quit her job and took Jun with her to a lavish secluded home in a valley, away from prying eyes. Even as she grieved, Jun remained happy, if not somewhat haunted.
He decided that, to keep her going, he would never stop smiling. He told her that he understood that this would happen, as his parents had told him what would happen long ago, and he had accepted it. While his aunt was grieving, she agreed to help Jun when he asked her to help him finish his training, choosing syringes as his weapon in honor of his parents deaths. For years, she put him through her own knock-off version of what the Korean Intelligence Agency had taught her, and what she remembered her brother, his father, had been taught as well. As Jun grew, he was also taught to appreciate the simplicities of life and basic manners. He has started his career as an assassin, taking pride in how clean his work is, and decided to enroll in the academy in order to sharpen his skills further, and eventually kill the director of the CIA where his mother worked, as well as the head of the Korean Intelligence Agency. All with a smile, of course.

Weapon:
A myriad of different Poisons, administered by Syringes

Equipment:
-Belt with dozens of different holters
-Which are filled by dozens of syringes
-Also carries chemical bottles filled with poisons and toxins
-Sunglasses

Skills:
-Deft hands and Fast Reflexes
His hands move faster than an average persons, helps to administer and inject poison better. Very agile and able to dodge things most people wouldn't.
-Kick Boxing
Helps when your weapon doesn't allow for hand to hand combat. Quite skilled in kickboxing. CQC.
-Baking
Have you TRIED his apple turnovers? AH-MAZING.
-Disarming
Combined with the Fast Reflexes, can easily disarm someone attempting to attack him head on. He has also practiced dismantling a gun, and completely discombobulating complex weapons.

Other:
-Takes naps in the sun frequently
-Taking up contracts currently while still in school
-His aunt was quite rich, though he makes most of his own money these days and also has a hobby in shopping.

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Disposed

Removed

Name:
N.C.5

Nickname:
Charlie Walker

Age:
17

School Year:
Second

Gender:
Gender Fluid Cyborg

Appearance:


Nationality:
The place it was made was in Moldova, but it's of Russian make.

Personality:
N.C.5 is exactly one would expect from a robot, a completely aloof being with absolutely no signs of humanity in its speech. If its monotone like voice isn't enough of an indicator of its lack of emotions, the contents of it will surely spark a few remarks. It doesn't understand social stigma like most individuals and will only assert such ideas in a purely factual way considering it lacks a functioning ego to for its own personal conscience and identity.

Although selfless, it craves one thing in particular: Knowledge. It wants to understand what it can observe and store it in its database. Because of such a well organized mainframe it holds in its being, the way it receives and gives information away is always organized in such a manner that it seems pulled out of a well built thesis. It isn't an exaggeration when one would say that this thing is on par with historical geniuses in terms of intelligence and creativity, as it constantly updates itself via what it learns to associates ideas in the most efficient way possible.

Finally, in terms of composure and interaction with others, it definitely doesn't have any qualms when it comes to decent non-verbal communication. It won't gesture like normal people not will it stand in any other way than perfectly straight. Though it remains adaptable, if it doesn't see a reason to do something, it won't. This applies to social interaction too, it will be rather awkward, even if it had the goal of fitting in with others. This endeavor can usually lead to rather humorous moments as it is incapable of capturing the concept of sarcastic tones and will often be fixated on jokes it doesn't understand. Luckily, it usually never gets aggressive about those. Usually.

Bio:
Made from a Russian program that never got the funding to be launched...well launched on Russian soil at least. The idea of N.C.5 came from a French/Russian scientist who is a brilliant robotics creator. Using his brilliance and the funding of...well lets just say a country that would like to keep Names disclosed. However basing himself in the woods of a Moldovan provence, he went to work on a base of the N.C program. The first attempt was a horrible fail, he had gotten the base body of the it, however he could not figure out how to make it move faster, to make it move efficiently, efficiently, so it was scrapped. His second attempt, he found success in getting it to move, in fact, he had found, it was able to run with ease, little to no effort was needed, it simply...learned. However a problem of how to get it to run efficiently was now the new hump to get over. Tinkering with supplies his employer gave him, he had everything in his hands, and it started to work on N.C.2|5.

2|5 was much tricker, trying to make the robot fit the components in it's body to run it efficiently. Making modifications to the body of the metal base, he was forced to make the robot look much more feminine and it's what gave him the idea of the N.C program to new levels. After finally getting the power system correct, he began to make a chip, something that cant even be explained in words. A supercomputer, capable of self awareness but safe points to ensure it did not stray from what it was told, what it was ordered. He did not in fact make this chip by himself, he had the help of a women who names was requested to be kept secret, she was a revered god in the art of programming and algorithms. Once taking the chip, he inserted into a...brain system, something unheard of. The making of this N.C program shifted a whole new world for the scientist, he was introduced to things thought unheard of. N.C.2|5 is the birth child of the scientist demise.

While amazing, 2|5 was running into problems, it was taking in to much power, eating away at the casing if it's body with extreme heat. So it was scrapped, and he started again with N.C.3, making it's body out of a different material, material with no name, or at least he was not given. It was bullet proof, capable withstanding 2000C+ of heat, strikes did little to nothing, however the problem was, it was too heavy and the weird material interfered with the Chip, not allowing for it to function like it usually did. So he searched and searched for the following of five more years. Close to the end of his contract with his employers, he had everything, just nothing to put it into, until it had occurred to him. A human trial never had been tried, and well he had an idea of how to reduce the amount of material used and reduce it around the area of the chip to get the best performance. He gave the idea to his employers, who thought him mad and desperate but nonetheless, gave him john does of the female bodies matching his requirements.

Getting to work he started retrofitting the body for the equipment, he went through about four bodies, before finding the right body, then he used a mix of standard organs, removing useless organs, and then put mechanical organs in to replace and make up for space. Using the spinal column, he wrapped much of the circuitry around there, like it was normal nerves. He made two copies over the span of four years, known as N.C.4 and N.C.5. Here, he learned the brilliance of his work, he had literally brought the two back to life, able to control them with commands, they were the perfect soldiers, perfect everything. They were half human half pure robot monster and over top were the guise of normal looking people...well semi normal. N.C.4 was much more feminine and he had programmed it this way. N.C.5 was much more gender fluid and so it his contract was fulfilled. However, he was killed the night and both subjects were taken, never to be seen, until many years later, N.C.5 has surfaced again, it's sibling no where to be found.

Weapon:

A variation of marksmen rifles, the ESG45 is a semi-automatic rifles that shoots both standard military armor piercing rounds. It also has a removeable scope for close combat and runs on 15 standard made bullets. It has a fully auto or semi-auto setting in this mode and it can be switched back and forward with ease.

Aside from this weapon, N.C.5 is quite literally made of steel, Its is made of a metal like material that is bullet proof and capable of withstanding extreme heat. However it is a slimmed down version, so it's slightly weaker, and lighter because of this. Its right arm is completely made of this lighter material, and its chest is made of a slightly denser version. Both its legs are also made of the slimmer material as its arms are made of. She is capable of extremely tough hits and taking hits in it's chest, arms and legs.

Equipment:
It usually caries around if possible, a bag full of ammo for her gun, purely that's it.

Skills:
*Extreme Marksmanship
*Trained in several forms of hand to hand combat
*Stealth and Infiltration
*Extreme photographic Memory and Savvy in many things (She's a living computer)
*Agility

Other:
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