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[center][h1][b]Name[/b]:[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Isabelle "Izzy the Shattergun" Osborne[/h2][/center]
[b]Race[/b]: Human

[b]Appearance[/b]: [hider=The Shattergun][img]http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/6/62506/1804559-os_izzy.jpg[/img][img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/fuse/images/5/58/FUSE_02_izzy.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1024?cb=20130530114357[/img][/hider]

[b]Abstract/Vignette[/b]: 

[hider=Declaring a War the Hard Way]Izzy waited. She hated waiting, but she had to. Her client was paying her handsomely, and she didn't want to mess this up. Like most hits, there was only one chance to pick the guy off without throwing herself into immediate danger. However, this guy was taking forever. She started wondering just what the hell the guy does anyway. All she knew was that the guy was just some important soldier working for another Noble or something. He should have been out a half-an-hour ago! He should have been DEAD a half-an-hour ago! She could've been on her way back by now, returning to try out that sweet-tasting liquid that she snagged off of that other Hyklian dude. It was probably safe to drink. She hadn't died from it yet.

It only took a moment for Izzy to realize that she had just let her guard down, and allowed herself to drift into daydream central, where things distract you and your target moves without you noticing. The damning piece of evidence for this was the fact her target was out in the open with...

[i][color=ed1c24]Where the hell did all those guys come from!?[/color][/i]

The dude had brought his fricking squad with him. Two of them were even outfitted with bull**** high-tech heavy armor that would take at least three shots from her sniper rifle to break through. 

Izzy slammed her fist down in anger at this new predicament, and the rifle fired on its own, killing one of the grunts. They were immediately alerted to her presence. Not only that the stupid gun was so faulty that it alerted them to her position.

[i][color=ed1c24]I'm killing that gun merchant.[/color][/i] venomously thought Izzy.

She had to work quickly. Aside from the target, there were three more hostiles to deal with, and they were out for her head. The last grunt ran with her target, probably to bring him to safety or something. The other two had, to Izzy's displeasure, jetpacks. She started to wonder if what she was getting payed was enough to cover what looked to be a Spec Ops unit.

Izzy had to run. All she really needed to do was kill her target, and get the hell out of there. The other guys didn't matter. So she ran, finding cover when necessary, and making her way to where the target and his grunt were heading. When she caught up, she saw her target and his grunt turn a corner. The other two, for whatever reason, had ended their pursuit, allowing her a chance to take the guy out....As one would expect, as soon as Izzy turned the corner, the two were there waiting, and the target and his grunt were entering what looked to be...a prototype of some weird new war machine.

Izzy could feel the target smugly smiling from the machine. That thought pretty much pissed her off the deep end. She took out what seemed to be a standard assault rifle. The two heavy-armored guys were looking to each other and laughing. They wouldn't laughing for long.

She fired the gun at the war machine for about 7 seconds, her enemies laughing at the pitiful attempt. What shot from it were some sort of strange crystal-like rounds. In an instant, something strange happened. crystals surrounded the war machine, and shot out from there to the heavy-armor guys, impaling them. Izzy switched to a pistol and shot at the crystallized part of the war machine, shattering it, and providing a sharp, painful end to the two inside.

After confirming the kill, she placed a letter from her client on the corpse and headed back. She was going to drink that Hyklian drink.[/hider]

[b]Background[/b]: When she was young, Izzy's parents were wanted people. Though they managed to go about their lives with her for some years, a job gone bad forced them to send her to her aunt. In actuality, Izzy had been the one to sell them out, though it was by complete accident. In any case, her aunt wasn't as mean or strict as people would think, but she was a restricting person that was very serious about molding her into a smart, capable soldier.

Her aunt personally trained Izzy, forcing her to learn how to fight, and teaching her about the information of the alien races and whatnot. Apparently it was a way to atone for selling her parents out. However, when Izzy was old enough to make her own decisions, she ended up fleeing from her aunt, and changing her identity to avoid her. From then on, she became a mercenary, doing odd jobs, temp work, assassinations, and whatever paid well. Though the constant income of powerful new races and technology makes her line of work more difficult than she'd like, she gets along well. She even acquired her favorite gun from one of her special missions. One that earned her a big name among mercenaries.

She spent a good majority of her adult life in a secluded spot of a planet. The spot was filled with criminals, crooks, murderers, and overall dangerous people. It was here where her life as a gun-for-hire began, and here where she began to feel as if the lives of others meant **** all.