Character

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Name: Beritt Harris
Alias: Sentry

Age:21
Race: Human
Gender:Female

Arc name: A Bitter Bean to Spill
Arc bio: (PM me your arc bio and what it will be about.)

Power or ability: Heightened and directed senses, with perfect recall - she can isolate individual sounds or smells (omnidirectionally), and follow movement at great distances, and even for short distances anticipate where they will move and reappear after sight was lost for a moment. Her reflexes are still human though, and often she will see things happening, like a cup falling - and be slightly irritated that her body can’t react fast enough to intercept it. She is also rather gifted with probability evaluation, and often - when being provided with the needed variables - seems to predict what a set of circumstances will lead towards.

Personality: She does not like loud, obnoxious people, and people who can not get to the point. She prefers clear cut and well defined speech. She is in turn, a naturally quiet and refined person - not because she is shy, but because she often can not see the point in talking to anyone who would be able to add anything of value to her world view. She also has very specific tastes in music and food, and gets easily irritated when her surroundings are unreasonably uncomfortable. This creates an image of snobbishness, which she has come to accept - it is easier than explaining that when things don’t fall inside of a very specific spectrum of experience her senses tend to become overwhelmed and she develops massive headaches that tend to paralyze her.

Bio: Beritt comes from the famed Harris Coffee and Co. Family - a group who had been trading in coffee for the last three hundred years. Naturally, with old money comes swathes of land and stocks - and while many of the older families managed to lose a lot of it, the Harris family remained. From a young age Beritt lived alone in the Gotham Manor - where she attended school. Here she was cared for by a series of butlers and Nannies whom she never cared to get to know too well - a habit ensured by her parents who cycled the help so as to dissuade any emotional bonding between their only daughter and her parental substitutes.

They spoke with her over christmas of course - if not always in person. What was a few microseconds of video lag between family anyway? Having been bored with school since she started with it, she took to managing her father’s stock portfolio, and creating one of her own as well. It was enough of a distraction for her to not realise her gifts until she was fourteen - when they really started to develop. She retreated into the solitude of her home, prompting for private tutoring over the loud and irritating children who attended even the private schools in the area. Having been fed restaurant quality food, and having gone to the opera instead of the movies since she was young - she struggles to associate with people her own age. Even the children of the rich, who she was forced to interact with at the various charity luncheons she attended - like the Wayne Brood - were too… busy for her tastes.

Over the last few months, she had been sending GPD a series of anonymous tips - having created behavioural patterns of the most common gangs and criminals - about where they were most likely to strike next, and when that will be. It was rather disconcerting though - when one evening - while sitting in the penthouse and listening to William Tell’s Overture with a well aged thumb of whiskey - when the Batman stood before her. He warned her that, while what she was doing was good… it posed a great threat to her and her family - should she ever be caught. He then gave her a few pointers on how to further encrypt her pointers, and obscure the sending thereof. He had sent her a message to meet up for some kind of group effort, but she decided against going. It seemed like legwork… which of course was not her natural milieu. While she continues with her life however, the standard practice or study, work, study, work, opera, study and sleep… she can’t help but feel a little bit of what she can only label and uncharacteristic, unsettling regret.

(you can decide how she will join the group - whether or not she runs into the group, or if Batman comes to recruit her with a bit more motivation)