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Full Name: Dr. Leila Michelle Ingram
Nicknames/Aliases: Mitch
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Gift: Invisibility; invisibility by proxy (can turn objects or people she is touching invisible as well)
Loyalty: Ashlander, former Erubescan researcher.
Description: Mitch is on the shorter side of average, around 5’3.” She has mousey brown hair, soft facial features, and light olive-tone skin. Her hazel eyes are unfocused and slightly clouded. Her figure is thin, but soft. At the time when she fled, she was wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers.
Personality: Mitch is wicked smart with technology, and has a quick wit to rebuke anyone who crosses her. Her moral compass leads her to work for what she feels is the common good, but she is unafraid to wade through less savory methods if the result is deemed worthy. She is gentle, as a rule, but one would be amiss to mistake her kindness for weakness.
Skills: Hacker and computer programmer extraordinaire; brilliant mathematician; intimate understanding of Erubescan security technology; basic first-aid; ability to turn herself and things she is in direct contact with invisible at will.
Weaknesses: Totally blind; no combat skills.
Brief History: Leila Ingram was born with a degenerative sight defect that could not be corrected by surgery. It hindered her vision greatly, but was able to be corrected to a useable extent with glasses and other vision aids. She took on the nickname of Mitch while in the Erubescan Academy studying computer science: There were not a large number of women in her class, and she found her proposals to be taken more seriously under the alias “Mitch Ingram.”
After graduation, she was hired to work on developing security technology for the Citadel stronghold of Erubesco. As part of her employment, she was able to receive surgery for her vision involving a corrective digital implant. During this time, she helped develop technology that was used in the ORIN project, programmed sentinel drone protocols, and took part more directly in technological modification attempts on volunteer subjects. The possible moral ambiguity of her work was pushed aside with the reasoning that it was, in the long run, for the greater good and security of those involved.
About three years ago, she began working with a former gladiator accepted into one of her department’s clinical trials by the name of Orion Lazos. Orion suffered from persistent nerve pain and occasional spasms due to a gift-inflicted injury, and was receiving treatments involving electrical stimulation regulated by microcomputer implants. After several months of close work, the researcher and her subject ended up involved in a covert relationship.
After a track record of successful outpatient treatment, Orion’s condition took a sudden turn for the worse. His microcomputer seemed to take on a mind of its own, and the program embedded in it began exhibiting functions that Mitch did not code for. Orion was slated to be taken to a different base, and upper supervisors refused to explain where, or why. Concerned, Mitch broke into classified data that revealed far less savory projects slated for Orion’s future.
Together, the pair staged and executed an escape that left the Citadel security grid disabled for over eight minutes. To ensure a clean escape, however, Mitch had to disable her own vision aids, leaving her fully blind.
Other: Mitch is consistently accompanied by her "seeing eye abomination," Apple. The creature was the defective byproduct of an experiment aiming to create lapdog-sized "dragons" for Erubescan elite consumers by splicing a combination of creatures. 38 of his 50 brothers and sisters were hatched as planned and sold, and the while the other twelve suffered abnormalities due to defects in the selective trait suppressors they were administered in early development. Apple was the only mishap to survive, and ended up looking more like a purple-roach-dog than anything vaguely dragony.
He was given to Mitch as a cruel prank, but the punchline never landed: Unable to see his ugliness, she fell in love with her new service animal. He is a splice between a king cobra, purple hawk moth, hissing cockroach, raven, and domestic dog, generally exhibiting most of the (un)desirable traits of all five species, including purple fluff shedding and a "purr" that registers a bit like angry radio static. He is well house-broken, and knows better than to spit venom on the carpet. He also likes being scritched right between the fronds of his carapace.
