Agent Name: Melanie Briess
Agent Code Name: “Whisper”
Age:32
Gender: Female
Appearance: Whisper's apperance
Armor: Salvaged Recon Armor, and her gas mask.
Clothing: Often wears a tank top and baggy cargo pants with high tops. Even when not on duty, she wears her gas mask, apparently never taking it off.
Weapons:
-A huge skinning knife, that she uses to skin various things. She also says it slices right through a human jugular like butter.
-Silenced .22 Pistol, with anti-personal ammo (she likes the mess).
-Silenced 12.7mm Sub Machine Gun with anti-personal ammo.
Miscellaneous items:

Forces of habit: Often can be found talking to herself under her breath. Mel also has an uncanny amount of memory recall, and can remember the slightest details of a previous situation from ten years ago. She also takes pleasure in seeing violence and death, especially blood. Mel is approachable outside of missions, but hardly speaks unless necessary to her fellows. She is also known to just disappear from right beside people unpredicatably.

Biography: Born to loving parents who worked for the Far Go Traders in the Mojave, Melanie Briess led a normal life, learning to trade with those they came across as well as running important supplies to various factions, and to help defend the family caravan from raiders and wild animals. Constantly moving from place to place has it's advantages, and she met various people from all walks of life, gaining an understanding of how strangers can be both good and bad.

When she was 17, Mel left the caravan with a few of her child hood friends to become mercs, and explored the areas to the North around DC. It proved to be a terrible mistake, and they were relentless hunted down by a rampaging gang of local cannibals. Over four days, they were picked off one by one until only Mel remained, having killed off a good number of them with a single pistol before reaching a small merc camp, bloodied and collapsing in a heap on arrival.

She recovered, and joined their ranks, learning to stealthily take out combatants. She had a natural talent for close quarters and melee combat, besting even the veteran fighters of the camp, and was head of a hunting party to track down a scientist who defecteed from the BoS. They were attacked by mutants in the DC area, and Mel suffered a very severe blow to the head with a rebar club, disfiguring her face and causing mild brain damage. Her personality changed drastically, and she became obssessed with violence, killing her new friends in a fit of rage,

Abandoning the ruined merc camp, Mel made her way up North, killing as she went,until arriving in the Northern lands of Canada. Realizing she made a few enemies along the way, she hid her identity with a salvaged gas mask, and needed a suitable excuse for murdering. So she signed up with the Enclave, hoping that some military action would sate her desire for violence.