So here's the thing. This CS has a lot of issues and listing them all would take too much time and energy, but here are some of the highlights. There's a lot of spelling and grammatical errors. That's not very pleasant to look at, especially for a grammar Nazi such as myself. As a whole it's lacking flow, lacking a lot of descriptions, and flavor in general. It all comes off as segmented and bland, nothing stands out. You say she completed her education, but what kind of education? From where? How did her name get so big that all these big names wanted her to be part of them? How'd they reach out to her? She invented a bunch of weapons in the arsenal? What did she invent? You only listed 2 weapons that she has but apparently she invented "quite a few." These is only a small sample of what needs to be improved but as it stands I could never let this character sheet go through. Sorry man, try again.

Name - Samara Morgan
Nickname/Alias - N/A
Race - Human
Age - 23
Ethnicity - African-American
Gender - Female
Appearance - Neatness is always the forefront of Samara’s appearance. She stands at 5’9 with long, dark and wavy hair that flows slightly past her shoulders and light-brown eyes to accompany it. Her day-to-day outfits are inconsistent and depend entirely on her mood, but the scent of shampoo and lotion mixed together to make a sweet fragrance is rarely amiss from her person, making her scent stimulating and pleasant. Her skin is the color of caramel with a healthy and attractive sheen, making her appear as soft as her body feels. There is little to no sign of having ever gone through physically-intensive job, yet in spite of that she has more muscle in her legs than her arms thanks to the hobby of jogging and hitting a backboard for tennis.

Clothing - Samara does not have a preferential style of clothing or even color, able to go from casual jeans and t-shirt on Monday, to a red carpet premiere-style dress on Tuesday. Since her work often demands an office-girl type of dress, outside of work she can typically be seen in basic jeans ranging from faded to dark, t-shirts of various colors, and long-sleeve form-fitting shirts. Her style has no real bias; whatever is in her reach when she prepares to leave in the morning, she will take it. No ‘trend’ sets her, she sets a trend.



Personality - Samara is an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type of girl who doesn’t believe in wasting her day. If not passing the time by reading stories or listening to music, she is at work going beyond the necessary quota in order to impress her superiors. Because of this, some might brand her a perfectionist, and in some ways they would be right: Samara doesn’t enjoy failure, or losing. She is encouraging to others and tries to find the best qualities in them, believing that everyone has something that makes them appealing, and that there is no excuse to find yourself lonely. In the middle of being introverted and extroverted, there will be days where she would prefer to be alone, and nights where she’d prefer to live it up and party with friends.

She is well-trained in the art of ‘fair-spoken’ and ‘brazenly outspoken’, using both as needed to handle a task before her, able to switch between the two at the press of a mental button. Her ability to tolerate others varies from person to person, but she always does her best to be patient before it begins to wear thin. A bit of a strategist, Samara will often work to find the holes in various plans of action and work to fill them, which she shows through her various projects both at work and on her own time. The professional, straight-A side of her is able to be suppressed when fun is the objective of the day, knowing full well how to separate the two. Some would also call her a bit of a geek when subjects capture her interest.

However, in spite of her patience, tolerance, and ability to have fun, Samara can very much hold grudges if she is crossed in a way that she believes belittles her strengths—which is far worse than her own personal failures. Ignoring her in favor of an idea that she already proved wasn’t strong or consistent enough rubs her the wrong way. Because of this, it can be difficult for her to remain friends with someone who has the inability to listen to her. By nature she works to be the best at what it is she does, and often times her grudges can result in a temporary lack of socializing. However, should she be insulted to the point it equals her humiliation, Samara will avoid that individual whenever possible and, should they be unavoidable day-by-day, she will address them as blandly as possible without looking at them directly, preventing further deterioration of her mood.

Likes - Success in her tasks, praise for her ideas and solutions, criticizing flawed plans and ideas, scented candles and pleasant aromas, a good sense of humor, reading, music, films, dancing and singing, inspiring others, the sound of rain and quiet thunder, being right.

Dislikes - Anyone better than her at her strengths, consistent loud disruptions to a peaceful atmosphere, being ignored, flaws in design or strategy, terrible smells, being wrong, not being taken seriously.

Fears - Failing people that count on her, her family being harmed, being unable to accomplish something put before her, being isolated from others for too long, no one caring about her, heights, uncontrolled flames.

Quirks - Samara has a habit of singing when she believes she’s alone, typically that of R&B and some hardcore rap, with the lyrics sometimes—not always—reflecting what kind of mood she’s in. When something bothers her, or if she believes that something being done is an inconvenience, she will momentarily smile a little and break eye contact with anyone ahead of her.



History - Samara is the oldest of three girls born to the Morgan family. The daughter of a successful advertising agent—company-running Henry Morgan—and former tennis star Keisha Morgan—formerly Keisha Young, her early aspirations had always been flexible. By four years old she wanted to play tennis like her mother. By five years old she wanted to run a company of her very own. By six years old, she had wanted to be both of those things at once. Her father had prioritized education and told her that she’d know what she wanted to be when the time came, and Samara had stuck to that ever since. However, even though he gave her all the tools necessary to learn and grow outside of the school system, there was plenty enough room for her to have a healthy social life and make friends at school. The early-to-bed and early-to-rise mentality had been adopted from both parents; when her father had gotten up for work, Samara was often awake too, nose deep in literature with a quiet tune in the background.

One day she overheard her father speaking of a major offer being given to him by a company known as Galatec. They wanted his advertising agency to begin spreading news about Galatec’s imminent arrival and the things they intended to bring with them. It wasn’t a surprise that a company needed his help, and what they offered both him and his employees for their services was a significant bonus that he didn’t have the heart to refuse. After a little research and dozens of phone calls made, Henry had agreed and begun to lay the foundation to welcome Galatec’s arrival to New Earth. For reasons unknown to Samara her father had ended up taking a short leave of absence from home, but wasn’t willing to disclose where. Her mother assured her children that he would be back before they knew it. Thankfully, she was right, something Henry often complimented her on. But Henry was different when he returned. Anything brought into the household had to be checked over by him first. If it was any food or water, it had to be examined with care, and the food had to be eaten organically, denying anything processed.

It wasn’t until education was no longer required that Samara had begun to ask why, with her father assuring her that he’d explain it to her in time. That time came sooner than expected. Everything was about Galatec; they were all over the news, and the friends Samara made at school had begun to talk about them with more affection than they ever had their math homework. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that Galatec wasn’t what they said they were. The appeal in their products was extremely exaggerated and their marketing strategy was lackluster on their own. Her father wasn’t giving it his all in selling the product, but he was doing just enough to keep his job with them—they had absorbed any other smaller businesses and brought them into the fold.

It was her mind that saved her from hard labor. She had begun to work with her father for Galatec, all while gradually understanding that they were doing something to the populace that they couldn’t prevent on their own. Samara was instructed to keep her head down and work diligently to avoid catching their eye, and so she did. To ease the load of pressure off of her father, Samara’s previous ambitions had disintegrated in favor of keeping her family taken care of. Her father was at work with someone within the company (The Mentor) and eventually she was introduced to them personally, being praised for her ability to accomplish anything related to technology, time management, and creative thinking.

The days of her early youth, pretending she was a crime fighter, were soon coming to life. Learning of a resistance in the shadows that worked to bring Galatec’s crimes to light were a source of inspiration for her to continue working in a bleak, dream-deprived world that didn’t want her ideas to bolster humanity, but instead keep them kneeling. Samara may not wear a suit, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t fight the battle against Galatec in her own way.

Talents - Samara is skilled on electronic devices ranging from portable to supercomputer; she can type quickly, break down information in front of her at a higher-than-average rate, and understand nearly any program or device placed in front of her in record time. Although her ability on a computer is worthy of recognition, she also has a natural knack for public speaking, something she’d credit her father for. Lastly, she’s lithe; none of her tech savvy had prevented her from frequently exercising.

Hindrances - Emotionally, Samara can hold on to the worst situations she’s found people in, especially if it has hurt her in some fashion. Because of this, she is absolutely terrible at moving past a bad interaction and has nearly no shame in holding on to it. Physically, Samara is quick on her feet, but when it comes to self-defense she is limited without a weapon in hand, making her extremely vulnerable if unprepared for a worst-case scenario of imminent capture.

Powers - N/A

Equipment - Samara’s cellular device contains images of things dear to her, also serving as her MP3 device and portable information retriever. It is protected by a red casing that not only stops physical damage, but also prevents water from damaging an already water-proof case. If she has no music, she may as well be another Galatec drone.



Quotes - No.
Theme Song - Never.
Aspiration - Freeing New Earth. Everything else has become secondary.

“Dad, you still haven’t told me where we’re going,” Samara pointed out as she worked to keep up with her father. His stride had been abnormally brisk for a man who always made the most of his time. The drive to the park didn’t bring out this level of haste before. There was something about the sight of Githkin in the area that made him uneasy. The aliens were docile enough to completely avoid; the only other time she saw them was at her desk at Galatec’s headquarters. As long as they weren’t on a manhunt, they could almost easily be completely ignored. That didn’t seem enough for her father, who didn’t stop for several more steps. The well-dressed man with suit and tie turned to look his daughter in the eye as his own became tense. “Dad?”

Henry’s lips quivered as if prepared to respond, but he gave the surrounding area another once-over. It was a beautiful five ‘o clock with the sun’s rays blessing the green-filled area with its warmth. Families were playing with their children. A Labrador leapt up high to catch a descending Frisbee. A man just behind them was continuing to sell ice cream, and from this distance he could still make out the logo of Galatec on the side of the stand. This was a day like any other, so why did it feel like things could all go south the minute he went through with this?

“Sorry sweetheart,” Henry faced Samara again, placing his hands firmly atop her shoulders. “I just had to make sure everything would go well today.”

“Which is?” Samara lightly shook her head, leaning it forward. “You were looking around like we might have been…” her voice trailed off, with the lids of her eyes closing slightly. It was beginning to make sense now. The last few days involved him asking her questions about the state of the world. She didn’t disagree that the peace was nice, but was vocal about how it stunted the growth of humanity and the other races that occupied New Earth. It should change, Samara stood by that each time he asked her. “Dad, are we being followed?”

“No, we are not being followed.” Henry reassured as clearly and concise as possible, preventing Samara from having any doubts. “I brought you here for an opportunity to help people in a way I can’t, not without limiting you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“What that means is that you have the chance to put that self-taught mind to better use. I’ve met with someone in Galatec who shares our mutual concerns about the state of the world—our world.” Henry said. “I’m a man of storytelling and good will. I was never able to handle technology as swiftly and precisely as you. Your talents can help in ways mine cannot.”

Samara’s confusion was plain as day, but the will to ask questions, while strong, wasn’t strong enough to interrupt him. Her father was a good man with good intentions each time, so she had no reason not to trust that whatever he was introducing her to was beneficial for the people they cared about. Her nod of understanding came slow, but she needed more. “I just read a lot of books growing up dad. What we talked about was between us, like you wanted. Who is this person?”

“Someone who shares our concern.”

“And who is that someone, dad?”

Henry paused. “Look past my shoulder. About thirty more steps ahead, sitting on the bench across from the elderly man feeding pigeons. You can't miss them.”

Samara had done so as casually as possible, narrowing her eyes searchingly for the person in question. There was only one elderly man feeding pigeons, and directly across from them was a person both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. “Dad, that’s—“

“The middle-manager of Galatec, yes.”

Samara pulled back to look him in the eye, confused. It took all she had not to raise her voice in outrage. “You’re trusting how we really feel to someone who’s that close to the upper chain? How do we know this isn’t a trap to punish us?”

“Now you see why I was looking around,” Henry smiled despite the severity of the situation. He knew that, if this middle manager was lying, it could mean the end of their comfortable position in society. It was a risk he was willing to take. “I chose this location, this time, this date. And I did not decide this easily. They value your diligence and attitude. You come to work each and every day ready and willing to get a job done, and that’s exactly what’s helped me convince my bosses to keep your mother and sisters out of hard labor.”

Samara would have smiled, but it didn’t seem an appropriate time to do so. Her father didn’t proceed with anything unless he had knowledge on it. “Public place, middle of the day, popular enough to be a coincidence.”

“Exactly. I thought it through.”

She sighed. “Normally I’d be excited to move up in the world, but there’s little to gain from it. What do they plan to do?”

“Save the world,” Henry let his hands fall from her shoulders as he revealed to Samara the truth. It was not nearly as simple as it sounded, but he was counting on that. When her mind was put to something it did not stop racing until she was satisfied, and this was something she’d be sitting on for a very long time. “And to save the world, they need to assemble a team. It isn’t too late to back out—“

“No, no, no,” Samara shook her head. “You don’t get to drop a bomb that big and then pull the not too late card on me. Let’s meet them.”

“So you’ll go through with it?”

“I’m going to talk to them, see what they’re really like and if we can trust them,” Samara took the lead now, moving past her father and briskly walking towards the middle-manager of Galatec just ahead. “I just need to think. Keep up, dad!”

Henry laughed quietly as he worked to do so, his enthusiasm for a task not at all a match for hers. This road to New Earth’s salvation would begin with people just like her.

Color Designation:Violet
Primary Weapon:THE PHOTON BOW

The photon bow is a light based, long bow that generates arrows of pure energy to strike down its target. The bow is capable of firing multiple arrows at once with its average maximum being four unless overcharged (which will result in a rain of twelve arrows before the weapon is forced to recharge). By turning the bow, one can focus the arrows into one incredibly condensed and narrow blast, but this attack takes a lot of time to charge which leaves the archer open to attack.

As each attack's quantity and quality are affected by both how long and in what way a person pulls back the bow string, the bow is not for the clumsy or undisciplined. It takes timing and calculation to bring out this weapon's maximum potential.

Energy Shield:

His shield is a circular shape, perfect for blocking attacks. It's a very nice shade of purple and glows in the dark.
Blaster Design: Silver trim, black trigger, mostly violet. It has a sleek design with the gun's barrel having a thin line of silver across its top. The actual muzzle is the same pitch black as the trigger and there's a neon line of green running along the side of the gun.
Powers: As the violet ranger, Jonah has the ability to see across all spectrum of sight. He makes calculations on how to strike next by scanning people's bodies with X-Ray vision and using infrared, he has the ability to shoot people down and fight accurately in the shadows. Along with X-ray and infrared, Jonah can see UV light and Radio waves along with much more. With vision beyond an eagle's, Jonah can strike down any opponent with deadly precision.
Zords:N/A

Jonah stood behind a lone tree with his binoculars set to night-vision, the darkness only lightened by the stray strands of the moon.. He had set up his sting in a small park for kids, surrounded by small shrubbery and a few trees all of which was going to be demolished soon. Across from him stood the construction zone where they were working on a 20 floor parking garage. As if the world needed more places for Galatec to park their fancy vehicles.

He was there because there had been a report of beasts getting loose from the science division, a few Githkin test subjects had broken out of the lab and ran off into the city with a few people commenting on seeing them in the park at night. No one was advised to stay indoors because Galatec didn't want panic to ruin their precious balance which meant the people of the city were being left high and dry. Instead, curfew was moved up to 9:00 pm, lucky there weren't any encounters in that short amount of time. But now, night had fallen and anyone not in doors was a target which didn't seem to matter as there had been no sign of any people for awhile.

Jonah wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about that.

In this part of town there was always someone trying to get one over on you, he remembered hearing gun shots from his window from time to time, now he doesn't hear anything, no crimes, no muggings just the silence of night.

“Every thing's so peaceful now.” He thought to himself as he watched the area. It was nights like these where he was the most conflicted. He was about to stop a few monsters that could kill a lot of people but he wasn't sure if the city has ever been safer than it is now. Nights like these could happen every day, a few Githkin escaping every night and it might not even make a dent in Earth's war torn history. This was one of the main reasons he couldn't except the other ranger's idea of a righteous victory, he couldn't say that Galatec wasn't a benefit to earth as a whole. He certainly got higher in this society than his background would have allowed him to before, there wasn't much prejudice or pollution or war. Just work and while that might be boring he couldn't say that weren't plenty of people who should only have that option in life.

*rustle*

His gaze instantly went to a bush on the opposite side of his hiding place. His hand went for his morpher but he didn't move, he wouldn't till he confirmed his target. As he watched, two figures popped out of the bush, they looked around warily before fulling stepping out into the moonlight, revealing their small frames.

Children, two of them, they walked around as if trying to find something. The first was about twelve while the other was at least 13.

Jonah didn't move from his post but instead used his binoculars to scan them closer. He noticed that they weren't frightened, instead being rather resolved. Judging by their hooded attire, they must have planned to be outside tonight. Hooded children out scouting the night sky with an emotion in their eyes, they must be part of the .5% meaning..

They were rebel scouts.

“Great, just what I needed.” Jonah scoffed to himself, obviously not thrilled with the idea of having to deal with another rebel problem. Those guys really need to start leaving things to the professionals. Not that he was any more of a professional than they were but he definitely had more combat training. Luckily they didn't spot him as he hid in the shadows, to bad a very aggressive group of something had the duo in their sights.

The rogue Githkins, five of them. The creatures moved toward the children and they screamed. The scout duo clearly hadn't had access to the same reports that his team had. The younger child ducked behind the eldest but still held some form of courage as the creatures drew nearer. The first Githkin raised it's hand to strike but the blow was offset by a timely thrown stone that knocked it's hand off course. The beast quickly turned to identify the attacker only to be met with a larger stone striking it in the face, in fact they were all being pelted with stones, most at their legs and ankles but a number of them aimed at their eyes and face.

The children were initially scared but then became rather perplexed when they saw their would-be attackers being pelted. They stood there curious before a glimpse of a figure in the shadows ushering them to escape had them nodding and running back into the bushes, leaving as fast as they had come.

“Perfect.” Jonah thought within the shadows. “They didn't see my face and I managed to sit some of those idiots in the eye.” He quickly scanned them over, three of the five still looked like they had a decent control of their faculties. “Even blind, that's still too many for my liking, I'll have to fight them on my terms if I wanna win.”

And then he remembered the construction yard.

“That's it.” He dashed out of the foliage to close the distance between him and the Githkin, Shocked at first, one made a fierce swing he ducked and rolled under before popping up to his feet in between the two blinded by stones. He deflected a left hook with an open palm before his leg whipped up to kick both eye damaged Githkin's in the chest, leg swinging back and forth between the two of them.

"As I thought." The attack merely stunned them and soon the others were on him as well, swinging violently as he back flipped away and skidded to a stop. “That's right, your enemy's right here,” He cockily saluted before running into the parking garage shadows with the Githkin's hot on his trail. “Alright,” He swiped his hand over his wrist and his morpher flashed





Jonah breathed heavily as his ranger form shattered out of existence. He had been lucky, the obstacles in the unfinished parking garage gave him ample back up for his strategy. Had he been left in the open, the tide could have very well changed to their favor but what could have been wasn't really important now. By hook or by crook he was still alive and the kids were still alive, that was all that mattered now.

He sighed to himself, heart still racing from the exertion. He waited for a moment to steady himself before he retrieved the item he had been hiding in the back of his pants. A flare gun, simple but elegant in its design. He pointed the weapon up at the sky and fired. The flare flew high into the sky before exploding like a fire work.

“That'll get Galatec's attention.” He noted. Now notified in as proper a way as possible, the corporation could retrieve their lost and unstable experiments. Jonah wasn't totally pleased with the idea of assisting someone he had designated as his enemy but he couldn't clean this up on his own and Galatec had better facilities for the alien soldiers albeit slave ready more than anything else. “I guess that means the mission's over.”

“Time to head back to base.”