Name: Anny Junior.
Codename: Omnivore.
Age: 15
Appearance:

One third young girl, one third bestial mutant and one third killer cyborg.

While numerous changes have been made since Omnivore fused with her body she's never been like the normal folks outside the radiation free zones. Like the rest of her family she possessed hands easily quadruple the size of normal hands, each finger ending in a twisted gnarl spike of calloused flesh and bone which served as a claw. Now these claws have been cybernetically enhanced with nanotechnology, leaving them longer, sleeker, silvery and noticeably deadlier than her naturally born claws were.

While once her teeth were like that of a sharks, sharp and strong for tearing into tougher sources of food, her teeth are now far stronger and sharper than before. Her maw is like a bear trap and where once eyes laid now two cylinders are set, looking out through glass lenses like a pair of binoculars were merged into her skull. The faint red light of cameras can be seen dimly glowing behind the lenses of her ocular apparatuses. Thanks to the changes to her mouth her toothy grin reaches all the way up to her ears.

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Her feet are not unlike her hands. In fact her feet are practically the same as her hands in every single facet. The only thing that sets the feet apart from the hands are the lack of thumbs. Moving on to her hair it comes down like long fine strands of silver. In truth her hair actually is silver. Well, a silver based alloy.

The rest of her looks more or less normal for a fifteen year old girl. Her preference is short sleeves shirts and shorts for they allow for greater limb mobility. She is currently one hundred and forty centimeters tall and weighs two hundred and fifty pounds. While that weight might seem absurd for a human girl for a machine she's a veritable light-weight. Needless to say not an ounce of that weight is fat tissue. Her body is svelte and not extraordinarily toned like her strength might suggest she be. As the machinery inside her is largely responsible for her strength muscles are largely unnecessary.

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Personality:

She's just daddy's precious little girl. Seeing as her whole family were cannibalistic mutants who feast on outsiders there's a great deal of connotation to that title.

Now that she's merged with Omnivore however she's all the better at carrying on in her family's name. She's quite friendly but regards most "Normies" as either walking meals or strangers she needs to keep alive until they've spent their usefulness. When a stranger is no longer useful, they are just another meal.

The fastest way to Anny's heart is through her stomach and that's amplified by magnitudes by Omnivores incessant drive for more fuel. Keep her fed and she can be quite pleasant if macabre company. She's still a bit of a kid at heart, raised on family values with an inkling of southern flair. Her anger towards Dynami-Corp is palpable however and anything done to hurt the company is fine by her.

Her method of combat does bleed quite a bit into her personality and vice versa. She has a very animalistic method of approach, stalking her prey like a predator before leaping out to pin her victim with her claws, leaving them helpless while she bites down for the kill if they weren't already dead. Hence, a lot of her mannerisms reflect this approach. As she's learned well from experience she's quite well aware to keep out of public view whilst "Normies" are about.

While some might argue that nothing is right with Anny not all is well with her either. Omnivore has it's own agenda and means to see it through.

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History:

Our little tale begins in the radioactive wasteland that is Nevada, down in the dumping grounds. For the longest time the US government has been using this area to test their nuclear armaments and over the years the effects of the radiation on the land have become clear. What was already a harsh desert had become toxic, nearly unlivable. That didn't stop the locals from trying.

The people of a little town near the testing grounds were a stubborn lot. They refused to abandon their homes, even when the surrounding area was bought up by corporations and turned into a massive collective dump. For a bit the dumps were kept to code but when the government cut environmental protections in return for corporate kickbacks these dumps quickly spiraled out of control. Before long a good part of the Nevada desert had become a collapsed heap of any old garbage the corporations discarded, both regular and stuff that really should of been more safely disposed of.

Still, the townsfolk remained, undaunted by the dramatic downward dive in their quality of living. Over the generations that lived there however mutations were rampant. Most died of genetic illnesses and cancer of course. Those who didn't die however were changed. Most of these changes were bad. A small percentage of these changes however were actually beneficial in their new environment. Their stomachs became more tolerant and better at digesting unclean food, their hands became hard claws capable of peeling open sharp metal items to better reach food and Their teeth became sharper and harder to better tear through tough old food.

Those with the most successful genes survived. This left the Junior family as some of the only people to continue existing in this horrid trash land. Their last name wasn't always Junior but they forgot that junior was just a suffix and not an actual last name long ago. Another thing they long forgot was their attachment to humanity. Given the changes they've undergone they have long ago shed their notion of unity with mankind, treating all those who aren't one of them as lesser. Given the scarcity of food available they've turned to kidnapping strangers and eating them, a morally viable option in their eyes.

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Cue Anny, a member of the most recent generation of the Junior family. She's the perfect little Junior, always helping around the house and just being a sporting young mutant overall. One evening however as she was playing outside with her cousin Suzy a helicopter was spotted flying over the garbage mountains. Now the Junior family is a firmly staunch defender of the second amendment and the patriarchs of the family have always been quite paranoid that the government will come down to oppress them, a rather reasonable fear given their state of being. Naturally seeing a black helicopter over their territory was highly suspicious so just to be safe the family brought out their rifles and shot the helicopter down.

Being a curious sort Anny decided to go investigate the crash site. After all, how often do you get to see a live crashed helicopter? Seeing as it might have some cool stuff she and her cousin went along until they reached the smoking wreckage. Several meters short of the fallen vehicle however was a strange metal case emblazoned with the Dynami-Corp logo. The case seemed to be damaged, the locks having come undone from the impact. She tentatively approached the case and opened it to see what was inside.

What she saw was a strange bottle of orange gel and a silvery goo. Aside from some other high tech stuff which seemed to leak liquid nitrogen the silver goo was the main content of the case. While her cousin waited a safe distance back Anny seemed oddly fascinated by this strange stuff who's origins were a mystery to her. She dipped a claw in, the gooey fluid feeling thick and ice cold like chilled molasses. It was at that moment that she made a decision which changed her life forever.

She licked the goo off her finger to see what it tasted like.

It didn't taste very good firstly. It was very cold and rather bland to boot. Anny had failed to notice her friend was backing away, the reason laying directly in front of her.

"Anny! Look out!" Her cousin cried out, but in vain as it was too late. Looking over to see her cousin yelling she failed to notice the goo moving towards her. The moment she looked back it surged up at her, catching her by surprise. It rushed into her open maw, flooding her mouth before forcefully pumping itself into her stomach. She tried to stop it but the gelid substance simply flowed around her claws and into her mouth without end. The moment felt like forever but it was as brief as it was fast. It was surprising how quickly she was forced to swallow that much goo. She was so full her stomach bulged. It was a shallow curve on her frame but noticeable. She was left in a bit of a daze after a rough experience like that so her cousin rushed her home as quickly as she could.

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At first the signs were minimal. Her family were deeply concerned for her but they didn't know any doctors and taking her into a city would simply get them arrested or worse. They prayed for her safety day and night and for a couple days it seemed like she was recovering. The mass in her body hadn't left but she was starting to feel better. That was all before the nanomachines were warmed by her body heat enough to give them the energy, allowing them to initiate bodily reconstruction.

Her family could only wait around and watch in horror as the nanomachines started consuming her flesh as fuel. It was agonizing as organs were burned away, replaced with mechanical substitutes, reorganized for more spacial efficiency. Her stomach became a furnace, her bones were drilled into and emptied of marrow, Scalding metal flowed over her teeth and claws, hardening into finely shaped blades. Her eyes were melted down, the sockets fitted with two cylinder with lenses, built into cameras. Her hair fell out and fine strands of silver alloy were grown in it's place. Her skin quaked with pain allover as the nanomachines built a nanomechanical armor skin directly underneath her current skin. Her fat was burned as it no longer served a purpose, better methods of storing energy were now in effect inside her.

This disturbing and unfathomably excruciating process lasted for roughly four days. Upon completion she was left in a completely different state. Even to her own family, a family of mutant cannibals, she was disturbing. She still loved them and they loved her back but in the dead of night they could see the faint glow of two diminutive red lights staring out through the darkness like some monster of lore. Her teeth now gleamed like a wicked bear trap and she no longer had lips to hide them either. Having a conversation with her was eery as she no longer needed to move her mouth to speak thanks to the speaker inside. Her claws were longer and sharper than the rest of theirs now. Smoke would rise from her mouth whenever she consumed something. The cords which extended from the inside of her mouth were especially unnerving in the way they moved about like agitated cobras at times.

It was at this time that OS Omnivore begun it's instruction of it's user as to the features and usage of this prototype. One of the first things Omnivore encouraged Anny to do was to find the HITS gel capsule. Luckily for them her family had looted the site of the crash, taking in the capsule among other things which were in the process of being sorted to see what they could make use out of. Upon receiving the capsule Anny's rib cage opened up like a barn door and the cords in her mouth operated on their own as they seized the capsule and placed it gently into the slot that was designed to receive it. With that her chest closed, leaving her mother once again traumatized.

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After all that it seemed life might be able to return to a pleasant status quo. The period of peace Anny had found after her unsightly transformation was brief however as, in the dead of night, her town was targeted with a salvo of bullets fired from remotely piloted drones. Many were killed, the rest left in disarray. Armed mercenaries descended from helicopters and began shooting any mutants they saw. Anny awoke to the sound of screaming and gunfire, running out into the hall to see the rest of her family out as well. Her father looked down at her, his face softening with a certain sadness. He knew why the men had come, there was only one conclusion as to the purpose of their assault.

They were after Anny.

"Anny, you need to go! We cannot let them take you to their evil labs!" He commanded her as he went to his closet to get his shotgun.

"But what about-"

"Go!" Her father cut her protest off, sternly ordering her to escape. It hurt him so to do this but it was, in his mind, better this way. She was always such a good girl, it hurt her heart to leave them behind but she listened to her father, taking off for the back door. In the distance she could hear the roar of gunfire, bullets ripping through the house. She did not linger, escaping through a narrow valley of trash. She knew the trash lands like the back of her old hand so it was quite easy for her to throw off their hunt. They were quite determined however. At every odd turn there was a helicopter well up above, combing the paths through the mountains of garbage with their search lights. Pretty much the entire night there wasn't a single moment of peace as she snuck through. It was already dawn when the mercenaries finally gave up the hunt and returned to the city aboard their helicopters. Once it seemed the coast was clear Anny climbed inside a discarded trailer and cried herself to sleep. She wasn't able to physically shed tears mind you but she did weep.

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After that day she vowed she would get her revenge on Dynami-Corp. Using her newfound capabilities she looked up where Dynami-Corp's headquarters were situated and snuck aboard a train on it's way there. Once she arrived at the city she experienced her first failed assassination first hand. Thinking she could simply kill her way to the top of the building she entered the building only to nearly be swarmed with exceptionally well armed guards. She killed quite a few but was forced to retreat when she heard sirens in the distance. She was only able to narrowly escape the small army of security guards and swat cops, escaping to the docks after shooting down a helicopter with her CEP Rifle and evading the land bound police vehicles while she fled to the docks and lost their trail.

She had to lay low for quite some time as the police were on high alert, scouring the city looking for her. It was at this point she was contacted by a representative from the UAA (United Assassins Association). He saw potential in her and offered her the opportunity to disappear off the network in exchange for her compliance. Seeing as she was making little progress in taking down Dynami-Corp with this state of high alert the city was in she accepted the offer. She was given a hideout to lay low in and after a few well placed bribes and favors called in any mention of Anny was dropped from police record. While he couldn't wipe the minds of officers involved in official record it was as if she had never existed.

From here she was shown the ropes to the job of assassination. Despite her unsightly appearance making it difficult for her to get around she was able to find her way through it all and soon enough earned her position in the rankings. Two years later and here she stands, a cybernetically enhanced mutant and professional assassin all in one.

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Combat Style:

Anny fights like a true predator, stalking her foes through the dark before pouncing in for the kill. She fights with utter ferocity, her intent to deal as much damage as possible with each motion.

To start she prefers a stealthy approach, often climbing across the ceiling and staying close to the shadows. If the route ahead is too guarded she'll cut the lights, alerting her foes but also robbing them of vision. She has no trouble seeing in the dark thanks to her ocular upgrades. If the location has security systems she'll sneak on through until she reaches a terminal and take control of it for herself, using the security measures against any remaining security personnel.

When killing is the name of the game Anny's eye stays on the prize. She'll take the quickest route necessary to reach her prey, favoring stealth naturally as it can bypass a lot of delays. If confronted with a group of enemies she employs hit and run tactics, diving in to take out the most dangerous target before leaping to safety and slipping out of sight forcing her aggressors to pursue her. She likes to lure her prey into prime ambush areas so she can repeat her process of kill and dash, wittling her opposition down until the opposing forces are too weak to stop her from sailing in and killing them all in a flurry of sweeping claws.

Like with groups for tough opponents she loves to ambush them. She'll stick to the darkness and observe her opponent, looking for openings to exploit. When the time is ripe she'll close for the kill, launching herself and landing on her foe with all four limbs worth of claws forward. This isn't always the case however as, like Omnivore, Anny is an adaptable hunter. If her target is lethal at close range she'll harry them with cord beams, targeting their weak points with a focus on either killing or disabling her prey enough to close for the kill. If her foe likes to set up she'll throw a wrench in their arrangement to leave them vulnerable. If her foes require a more drawn out battle she'll stick with ranged lasers and lead them on a runabout until they're weak enough to close on. If her foes like to fight from afar and move around a lot she'll utilize her mobility and her cords to quickly catch, bind and tear her opponent apart. If her foe likes to wear a lot of armor she'll stay at a safe range based on the opponent's arsenal and pick away at the vulnerable sections until her claws can punch through.

On top of all that she has a fair number of other means of either killing or disabling her foe built in. If her already impressive variety of functions isn't enough Omnivore itself can also adapt her hardware to best tackle the situation in a pinch. If plenty of food sources are available she can work the CEP Rifle among other fuel intensive weaponry she might possess into her strategies to secure a faster kill.

Lastly if a situation looks dire enough she's not above simply retreating, whether temporarily so she can refuel and gather her bearings or for much longer if a battle is simply too one-sided for her to manage.

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Equipment: None at present.

Powers:

Anny's powers all stem from nanomechanical enhancements from Omnivore. Starting from the head she possesses cameras instead of eyes which can display pertinent information in her HUD (Heads-Up Display) as well as switch to various spectrums of sight. Her already shark-like teeth have been reinforced with an incredibly sharp alloy which, in combination with the powerful motor built into her jaw, allow her to bite through most materials. Speaking of her jaw it is also set on a curved rail so when needed she can unhinge her jaw and bite down on larger surfaces or even swallow things whole. The teeth have a wire running through each of them which generates a strong magnetic field so no magnetically shaped beam weaponry can ruin her perfect smile. The inside of her throat is lined with a flexible armor and built to crush difficult materials with enhanced undulant contractions so they will fit down into her stomach furnace easier. Anny no longer has lips so her speaking is now instead done through a speaker located in the back of the roof of her mouth.

She no longer has a tongue either. Instead her mouth contains four sockets where extendable cords reside, the lengths running down her neck subdermally and into an internal torso compartment which is where the main length of the cord is housed. These "tongues" are controlled via a series of hydraulic muscle packets and micro-engines which grant the cords the prehensile maneuverability, strength and dexterity of an elephant's trunk. Each cord is half a centimeter in diameter and fifteen meters in length. The tip of the cords is a small metal device with adjustable prongs. These prongs can adjust to best fit any sort of socket and in addition can splay out to serve as a grappling hook or clamp down like a gripping claw, allowing the cords to hold fast onto a wide variety of surfaces. Omnivore can use these cords to form direct links with both computerized and electrical networks. The compartments which house the cords are fitted with an automated winch which allows Anny to pull herself to her target or vice versa. Lastly these tips have an emitter unit in the very middle which allow them to shoot either a weak beam, still capable of cutting flesh and scoring bone mind you, or a ten centimeter long beam blade held steady with a shaped magnetic field. Her teeth have been made retractable so she's able to use her tongues without risk of cutting them up on her wickedly sharp smile.

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Now we move down to the torso, arguably the second most important part of the human body. Inside Anny's torso is the core to her power: The furnace. In place of a stomach she possesses a high intensity furnace capable of melting most metals in under a minute. The heat is stored away in a special substance developed by Dynami-Corp known as HITS Gel (High Intensity Temperature Storage Gel), a unique chemical with a gelatinous consistency which can store intense degrees of heat with minimal heat loss over long periods of storage. The HITS gel is stored in a well protected container near the stomach furnace. When the HITS gel is exposed to a specific chemical catalyst it releases all the heat stored within. It is quite a revolutionary substance in the field of battery technology, a heat based energy storage system which out-performs all other competing energy systems, including gasoline engines, by a fair margin.

The furnace generates power by breaking down materials devoured by Anny, releasing the energy stored within which is then conducted through special panels on the armored walls of the furnace and deposited into the HITS gel which stores the heat until Omnivore's nanomachine network requires more energy. The amount of heat derived is largely dependent on the energy content of the materials consumed. Substances like water and sand provide no heat while things like meat and oil provide terrific quantities of heat. The heat is then transformed into electricity with decent energy conservation via a method of heat recycling before the electricity is distributed to the various capacitors. Omnivore has reserve batteries to store electricity as a backup just in case something terrible happens to it's HITS gel supply or furnace. Omnivore can also draw electricity from outside sources such as wall sockets or power lines directly for that extra energy. In the situation that Omnivore is subject to an EMP (Electro-Magnetic Pulse) her more important systems and energy storages are protected with faraday cages which will conduct the effect of the EMP in place of the protected components. While some more external hardware such as the cameras and limbs may be shut down when hit with an EMP Omnivore will be able to reactivate the effected systems shortly, minimizing the damage potential such an effect might otherwise pose.

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Next come the rest of her limbs. There is nothing flesh and blood about her arms and legs. She has hydraulic muscles and carbon fiber weave ropes for tendons. Even her bones have been reinforced. Her palms are twelve centimeters wide and sixteen centimeters long. The length of each segment of her fingers are listed from the knuckle down as follows: twenty centimeters, sixteen centimeters, eight centimeters. The length of the thumb from the knuckle down is as follows: eighteen centimeters, eight centimeters.

Each knuckle has a subdermal engine installed, granting mechanically superior grip strength. With her level of strength she can crush metal in her hands, though effort is still proportionate to the durability and thickness of the material being crushed. Her grip strength however is still inferior to both her own jaw strength and her leg strength. Her finger tips do not possess finger nails but instead each ends in a smooth metal point, hard enough to drive into tank armor without bending. The insides of her fingers and thumb curve into a V shaped edge, this edge being quite narrow and sharp like a blade. This edge continues all the way up to her finger tips (and thumb tip) forming the complete edge of a blade, only interrupted with brief spaces over the joints. These edges are angled only slightly to a side so they are able to subtly overlap better should Anny close her hand into a fist. The edges are also slightly serrated so as to provide better grip when climbing among other scenarios. Lastly she has a wire which runs down the center of each finger and thumb. This wire generates a magnetic field which allows her claws to clash with the magnetic fields containing beam blades and similar effects with relative safety.

Her legs possess the largest hydraulic muscles in her body making her legs her most powerful limbs. Her knees and ankles are both augmented with shock absorbers and powerful motors allowing her to make jumps reaching up to fifteen meters in distance. Thanks to the shock absorbers and her relatively light frame she is able to land quite safely and with plenty of grace. This also benefits her in high falls, though obviously everything has a limit to how fast it can fall before the amount of shock absorption provided is inadequate.

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In a more general category she possesses a secondary layer of skin underneath her living flesh skin. This silver layer is her nanoweave armor, a series of interlocking nanomachines. This armor is smooth and as flexible as regular skin however it hardens in response to physical trauma. In addition her bones have been hollowed out and coated in a thin layer of high carbon alloy. The inside of the bones have been reinforced with a corrugated latticework of high carbon alloy panels. Thanks to the strength of the geometric designs used within Omnivore was able to eschew a great deal of mass from the bones, allowing for a far lighter frame which benefits Anny's speed and agility. In addition pretty much all of the exposed metals of her body are all cut with rust resistant elements and are water-tight so she doesn't need to worry about breaking down after a nice dip in a pool or something.

Though the furnace exchanges a good amount of energy trapped in materials into heat directed into the HITS gel everyone knows that there's always heat lost in any exchange. Luckily Anny has a solution which helpfully weaponizes the heat output from her furnace. While burning materials in her furnace she can breath fire in short bursts from her mouth. If she drinks water than she can breath a gout of super-heated steam, the size of it being dependant on the quantity of water swallowed. In addition Omnivore will store molten metals in a special compartment, keeping them in liquid state. Should a component of Omnivore get damaged the nanomachines will pump the appropriate metals to the location. On route to the damage these metals will be ionized and upon arrival they are contained with a shaped magnetic field until they cool enough to harden. Should the nanomachines themselves get damaged a series of specialized nanomachines will construct more from the appropriate materials stored within her. Both of these processes take hours to complete however so they are meaningless in a short term combat scenario. The materials needed to construct more nanomachines are quite specific and difficult to acquire by normal means.

Special Techniques:

Her hair is a highly conductive silver based alloy. When needed a capacitor inside her can release a potent charge of electricity throughout her hair, causing the silver threads to rise in all directions due to the charges within opposing each other. The electrical charge stays in the hair until it makes contact with another conductive surface, depositing all the electricity stored into the conductor. After a major deposit of electricity the capacitor will require some time or a sufficient influx of fuel to fill the capacitor with a sufficiently deadly charge.

One of Omnivore's more notable features is it's ability to recreate weapons from it's internal weapons database. Luckily for the general public and Dynami-Corp specifically they only programmed a single weapon's blueprint into it's mainframe. The weapon they programmed it with is a model for an experimental beam rifle they are still testing. Amusingly before the helicopter delivering Omnivore was shot down it was being taken to a separate facility where they intended to upload a whole host of different weapons to test the AI's capacity and adaptability. Though it may only currently carry one weapon blueprint to draw upon for now Omnivore has little intention of remaining limited like so. Given it's an AI it won't be limited to just weapons for long either.

The first of Omnivore's weapons is also one of it's more powerful, the CEP Rifle (Continuous Energy Projection Rifle). When commanded Omnivore locks the selected arm into a straight line. Parts are quickly realigned to make way for a collapsible ionized tube which runs down the arm and emerges at the base of the palm. The hand is locked in a splayed out position so it's motion wont bend the barrel of the rifle nor will it's fingers cross the path of the beam. The nanomachines will then quickly construct an emitter in the shoulder cavity at the base of the barrel. Energy is poured into the emitter which projects a beam of ionized plasma down the barrel. The ionized barrel keeps the beam steady as it cuts through nearly everything in it's path in a steady stream. Due to the intensity of the beam this weapon requires a heavy quantity of energy. Given it's high rate of energy consumption the rifle can only be fired continuously for a few second before Omnivore is forced to shut it down to conserve energy supplies. If plentiful fuel sources are not readily abundant in the user's immediate location Omnivore will bar the use of the CEP rifle until it's criteria for a suitably Desperate Struggle have been fulfilled. Once finished firing the tube will collapse to be stored away and the emitter will be disassembled and stored away in a compartment full of spare parts awaiting future use.

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Arena Description: Anny leaves the choice of arena up to her agent. Typically her preference is for more urban settings though she's fairly adaptable and thus able to make most locations work though the more sources of food present the better. Her primary concern is that her ranked matches take place at night as she's able to quite easily snuff artificial lighting and leave her prey lost in the dark. She also much prefers warmer locations over colder ones.

Arena Tactics: Again, as Anny leaves the choice of arena up to her agent she adapts to the circumstances provided. If the location provides automated security measures she can utilize those to better track and oppose her opponent. Cameras, sensors and other such electronics are all toys for her to play with as she wills.

Minion Description: The problem with being a cannibalistic metal monster girl is that it makes it hard to keep minions seeing as she'd rather eat them for fuel than use them for protection. As with everything else arena related she leaves the details for her agent to figure out. She'll play nice with the weak little normies if her agent insists... To a point.


Omnivore's theme: Portal - 4000 Degrees Kelvin.

An interesting piece of trivia: 4000 Degrees Kelvin is also the maximum heat tolerance of OS Omnivore's nanomachines.

Lastly, Travis Touchdown's jacket is indeed red, a common colour in his attire.

Name: Maxine “Max” Janowski
Age: 23

Appearance: Max’s body is almost entirely made up of angles. She’s sharp and skinny, with scant muscle or body fat. Basically, the definition of “bony.” Her face is often sour-looking, her sharp eyes in an almost permanent glare. She wears heavy eyeliner that really accentuates the bags under her eyes. Max dresses in mostly black and other dark colors; usually distressed jeans and simple shirts and jackets. The dark image is topped off by her hair, dark brown and shaved on the left side. The bottom line of it is that she looks like an unfriendly emo kid.

Personality: Max is almost as unfriendly as she looks. Around others, she acts cold and distant, seeming to hate everyone around her. She keeps her distance from people, both emotionally and physically. Max absolutely hates being touched. You would have to be very close to her to be able to touch her without being pushed away or yelled at. She is secretive to the point of paranoia. She rarely goes outside, preferring to conduct her work from the comfort of her home. Many of the people she works with never even see her face.
Considering the traits she shows, you could easily label Max a misanthrope, but that’s not exactly the case. Her unwelcoming and antisocial behavior doesn’t come from a place of malice; rather it stems from intense anxiety. People scare her, and her aloof facade is her attempt at hiding that. Underneath the prickly surface, she’s just introverted and socially awkward. Befriending Max is a hard thing to do, but it’s worth it, as you’ll find yourself with a loyal ally. If you don’t believe there’s positivity in her, all you have to do is see how she acts around her cat.

History: For most of her life, Max was a typical introverted, nerdy kid. She had an intense interest in programming, greatly preferring computers to people. She excelled in her school’s computer science classes, but school was the only place she was able to openly practice her passion. There was only one computer in her household and she wasn’t allowed to use it. She still would, though, staying up long into the night on her mother’s laptop.
Max’s mother was... troubled, to say the least. She was a hoarder, a narcissist, and a serial monogamist with bad taste in men. She wasn’t able to keep any job for a long time, so she and Max mostly lived on child support payments from her birth father (who she only met once and didn’t like at all). Max dealt with a long line of asshole stepdads who she more or less ignored.
In high school, Max excelled in most of her classes, but remained socially isolated. One night when Max was seventeen, the man her mother was dating stayed over. Even better, he had brought his laptop. Seeing an opportunity to test her skills, Max managed to get access to his files. What she found on his hard drive... Well, she would never tell you. Needless to say, she sent an anonymous tip to the police and had him arrested.
Max’s mother wasn’t happy about this. She thought that this man could be “the one” and was angry about his arrest. Her mood became much more volatile and she and Max would often get in arguments over trivial matters. Fed up with the fighting, Max moved out as soon as she finished high school.
Once she got a job (computer repair, naturally) and had enough disposable income, the first thing she did was buy her own computer. Max gained a new hobby in this time: browsing the deep web for illicit communities and exposing the identities of their members. This brought her plenty of satisfaction; she felt like a vigilante hero.
Max made a big step out of her shell when she started dating someone; a girl who worked at the cafe next door to the repair shop. The relationship isn’t something that Max will go into detail about, but suffice to say, it was a prolonged train wreck that lasted four years when it should have been over before a month. Things weren’t completely awful during that time, though. For one, Max adopted a cat. That was actually it, really. That was the one good thing.
After a long-overdue breakup, Max changed. Her introversion grew into borderline agoraphobia. She had her work, food, and cat supplies delivered to her apartment to avoid interacting with anybody, and she became even less friendly to the people she had to see. At this point, she was a bona fide shut-in. She still continued her “purges,” as she called them, and apparently made a bit of a name for herself, as she received a message from some shady organization she hadn’t heard of asking to recruit her. Interested, she responded.
A month later, she works for the UAA, digging up information on targets to help assassins more easily kill them.


Max spends her free time playing with her cat, watching anime, and listening to music. She's kind of a loser.
Her cat is a black shorthair named Bruise Violet.

Theme Songs:
Aha by Imogen Heap
I Know Where You Sleep by Emilie Autumn
Girl Anachronism by The Dresden Dolls

Travis wears a red leather jacket

Name: Anna Agrippina Pavlovna
Codename: Man of Stone
Age: 57
Appearance: Anna is a terrifying mound of muscle which cling to her nigh-unimaginably massive frame like crags and cliffs cling to the sides of great Ural mountains. Her legs are like atlantean pillars anchoring her to the ground with great stability, her arms are thick like wine barrels, engorged with strength beyond the mortal ken, her fingers like iron nails posess a grip of a hydraulic vice, her neck is like that of a mighty bull and her dress is extremely pretty whilst remaining modestly conservative in the fashion of early twentieth century. She wears a narrow and richly embroidered dress with a slightly trailing skirt and large cuffs, a tall fur hat with a deep crown and a pheasant feather in it and is never, ever seen in public without a pelt of white wolf around her neck. Overall, Anna gives off an impression of a rich foreign baroness, right until the moment when she opens her mouth. Her voice is booming and almost unrealistically low, resonating within the intestines of her interlocutors with such violence that it seems like their guts have came to life and are attempting to evacuate their bodies from the sheer pants-wetting terror.

Personality: Anna is polite, amiable and friendly at all times, even though sometimes, when among especially close friends her sophisticated demeanour sloughs off a tiny little bit and her displays of affection and jolly jokes become a tad more informal than it would be expected from a woman of high nobility. Violently psychotic beyond measure and sadistic to the extreme, she entered the business to continue sowing suffering and misery around the world for her personal enjoyment, but does so without any overt malicious glee characteristic for psychopaths and sadists of a more usual sort. For the Man of Stone it is all a big fun and happy game, you see? The screaming is music, the shattered bone flying all over the place is confetti, the blood is a delicious seasoning and every murder is a piece of a collosal and scrumptious cake that she can enjoy at her leisure, whenever and wherever she so desires. Sometimes the cake fights back a little but, but so what? It is all part of the fun - when a new acquaintance stops moving and thusly proves themselves a bore it is simply a time to move and find another one. Anna can hardly conceive of her own mortality, throwing herself into every new party with wild abandon and without a single care. Even if somehow, by some sheer miracle someone proves to be better than her, she wouldn't stick around for long enough to regret her decisions, so why bother with that line of thought at all?

History: Anna was not always Anna. A certain time ago, Anna was Anatoli. Anatoli was born in a small provincial russian town and grew up in a socio-economical situation not worth elaborating upon, up until the moment he started rolling with the russian mob - or Bravta, as it is colloquially known. His peculiar talents have manifested themselves at a fairly early age, which gave him a considerable headstart at becoming something of a celebrity on the world's criminal scene. There were many busted heads, many chests cracked open on the knee like one cracks open a cold one with the boys in the yard, many dirty deeds and many heinous acts. Then, just when he thought the fun was really starting up, around the beginning of the eighties, he was arrested - but not for the reasons he expected! Afghan war was reignited and raging at the fringes of Russia, and with the terrible, invincible resistance the Peshawar Seven was putting up, the government required all the help and manpower they could get. Cracking down on the most vicious criminals of the russian underworld, cleaning out the prisons and mental institutions for the homicidally and criminally insane, they've gathered the absolute meanest and toughest and most ruthless of the men Mother Russia could breed into crack unofficial military units, ready to unleash them onto the unsuspecting mujahideen. The six and a half years spent in Afghanistan were the best time Anatoli had ever had in his entire life. That time was also where he earned his name. When he was twenty five, his unit attempted to send a final message to the enemies on its assigned territory, to state once and for all that this great and bountiful land belongs to the Russian Federation - they've decided to state this by commiting a civilian genocide on grand scale.
Eleven hours after the orders were assigned, Anatoli and the survivors of his squad, together with dozens of hostages - primarily children and women and the elderly - were surrounded by insurmountable numbers of the mujahideen. Both sides were weary with prolonged fighting and during a brief ceasefire, a feeble spark of hope displayed itself - the russians could've let the hostages go, and if they did the enemy would've allowed them as much time to escape as it took to get the civilians to safety. Anatoli did not consider the proposition seriously even for a briefest moment. He stood out of cover and ordered the execution of all captives. All hell broke loose and chaos reigned - everywhere, all around. Every soul was smitten with fear, with righteous rage or with despair, but that of Anatoli. Standing proudly under the hurricane of gunfire and directing his unit, never flinching as explosions detonated all around him, outright ignoring the shrapnel and bullets that whizzed past and collided with his flesh, he directed his unit in stalwart and unyielding defence, holding out until the reinforcements have finally arrived to relieve them. Thusly, the Man of Stone was born.
However, at a deeply personal level, the nickname was quite ironic. One of the grenades thrown by the mujahideen detonated right under Anatoli's feet, annihilating his manhood in a shower of shrapnel and rendering him a man no longer. Anna took the injury and the following hormonal disbalance in stride, and, when the war ended, took her time to get comfortable with her lost and rediscovered sexuality before proceeding to illegally leave USSR for Africa in order to participate in the multiple exhilaratingly brutal and senseless wars waged on that continent during these troublesome times. Since then, the Man of Stone was a free agent of destruction and mayhem, agreeing to work not for the highest bidder, but for any employer that promised them a prospective conflict of the greatest and most violent scale. The UAA does not provide the sheer excitement of an all-out war, but it compensates for that with the sheer variety and diversity of potential friends and victims to meet.


Combat Style: Anna's combat style is utilitarian and simple, but not in slightest less dangerous because of that. She strikes out with everything she has at her disposal and never lets up or eases the pressure until the foe is too crippled and too tired to fight back, after which she moves in to thoroughly violate it with her bare hands in a despicably brutal fashion. One could compare that method with the hunting techniques of ancient humans - a man can walk for much, much longer than a deer can run. A man can eat on the move, or will himself through the lack of sleep and hunger, whilst a deer can not. If the hunter does not take down the deer in the initial confrontation, after several days of slow-paced but unstopping chase the deer will tire out and fall. Of course, with human-on-human hunting, it is all a little bit faster, usually. Anna advances implacably, engaging the enemy both in melee and at range, fighting with anything she has at hand, at times making up for the lack of advanced expertise through sheer physical potential and inecessant enthusiasm, until the enemy either manages to escape or drive her off or yields. She also considers it proper to carry a friendly conversation throughout the engagement.

Equipment: Underneath her rich dress, Anna wears a little bit of armour, wisely judging that even with her grand physique, one better be safe instead of sorry. The little bit of armour is several sheets of american-made end-of-the-line, laser- impact- and heat-resistant tank armour plating hammered into a roughly chest-shaped form, worn over her chest and back. The high collar of the blouse worn underneath her dress also conceals a thick gorget of similar make - the neck is a man's greatest and most vulnerable spot. With weapons, Anna is much less conservative. Instead of establishing a personal gimmick, she gathers an arsenal in every area she moves into, usually by raiding gun stores and army bases and marauding the most delicious-looking implements of fallen opponents. Currently her armaments consist of a large and heavily serrated knife concealed in her tall boot, a bandolier of frag grenades safely stored within her plus-sized handbag and a Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 Nitro Express revolver, loading slugs as well as hilariously oversized shotgun shells. Ah yes, there is also the 40mm automatic grenade launcher with ammunitions for long days of nigh-on ceaseless fire. She only brings it with her when she is absolutely positively set on not being very polite.

Powers: Anna is extremely strong physically. Leave-fingerholes-in-steel-with-bare-hands strong, crush-your-hand-into-paste-with-a-handshake strong, wrest-your-head-off-of-your-shoulders strong. This, however, is not her greatest strength. Anna is singularly, hilariously, mind-bogglingly durable. Over her long, long life she was shot, chopped, stabbed, gassed, poisoned, ran over with trucks and with tanks, blown up on anti-armour mines, crushed by massive rocks, incinerated by a rocket engine (don't ask) and hit by speeding trains. All these terrifying incidents have left their scars, but never made her back down. No matter what damages she sustains, Anna will shrug them off and keep going, even as her body bleeds, her bones break through her flesh and her old wounds open up from the sheer stress. She will press on as if nothing at all is out of ordinary, keeping up the pressure and making polite conversation as usual, laughing about her little scrapes and scratches as if they were mosquito bites or pimples - and even if somehow, anyhow one manages to escape the Man of Stone, she will show up again, tomorrow or in a week or in a month, her injuries almost gone and leaving only the largely superficial scars to remind of themselves. Only truly overwhelming, utterly excessive and amazingly inventive applications of physical violence can put her down for good - and even then you shouldn't take your eyes off the body.

Special Techniques: "We have to stop meeting like this, friend!" - Whatever Anna is, it feels no pain and it will not die. If Anna is soundly trounced, defeated and even seemingly killed, after a short while she will survive despite even the most fantastic injuries and come after her killer again, and again, and again, and again. She was never defeated more than four times in a row, and usually, out of some mild irritation or due to damage clouding her judgement, with each time she gets a little bit more sloppy unless she retires from the battle for good to recuperate. So maybe five times would be the charm?



Arena Description: Anna currently holds court in a completely legitimate and legal business establishment-slash-parlor situated in the seedier and less... tourist-friendly part of town. They sell and trade in many things - favors, massages, tattoos carrying secret codes, contraband, weapons, interesting information and many other, less interesting things. The place is a mishmash of many, many interconnected chambers, each serving a different purpose and decorated in different styles, from sophisticated ar-deco to the fashions of royal chambers of 16th century france to hilariously over-the-top oriental-style tea rooms, each of these often filled to the brim with carousing clientelle consisting mostly of various criminal and violent types doing their completely legal and in no way criminal business. The layout is only slightly short of have been planned and brought into existence by the likes of M.C. Escher - doors and winding passages lead to completely unexpected places, lead visitors in circles unless they are guided by Anna personally, or by one of her trusted lackeys. Without such assistance, getting lost is a matter of half a minute of walking around.


Arena Tactics: Anna is very well acquainted with the layout of her chambers, and knows exactly how to move around unnoticed despite her incredible bulk and so quickly that it seems like she is teleporting right through the walls. She employs waves of disposable flunkies to disorient and bog down the opponents whilst she makes her escape from a sticky situation or circles around for a better angle of attack. It is extremely hard to lock her down in her house, and it is highly unwise to try and chase her through it. Additionally and importantly, a lot of the decorum in the beautifully furnished chambers is much more dangerous than it seems - every decorative weapon on the walls is sharp and ready for use and every antique gun on display is loaded - especially the cannons and culverins and massive organ guns situated in the late medieval-themed chambers.

Minion Description: Not much to say about the usual run-of-the-mill violent criminals that work directly for her or were caught in the middle of doing business by the attacking assassin, except for one thing - no matter what sort of monstrosity attacks Anna in her house, the people there are much, much more afraid of displeasing her than they are of dying or being maimed at the hands of the attacking party.


Man of Stone's musical theme
Travis's jacket.

Once a child living in the slums, El Gato (formerly Julio Ahnyet) harnessed his rage at a young age. He became obsessed with becoming rich, and quickly became obsessed with Assassination work by the age of twelve.

It was supposed to be easy.

... But it wasn't. Gato lost his left eye, and was given almost no help by the assassin who had hired him.

Time passed, he had a replacement cybernetic eye installed, he became an assassin proper, and began climbing the ranks.

Mostly human, he's had minor cybernetic work done to increase his reflexes and strength, preferring to use close combat and unconventional weaponry to achieve his goals.

At the current time, he's sitting at Rank 15 comfortably, enjoying the cash flow after having gone hands off with Allison and returning to his own life.

Appearance: Rubert stands at a proud 6'6" with broadened shoulders and a muscular frame, really helping impose the intimidation factor as he towers over most people. He normally appears in suits, custom tailored and, for the most part, form fitting to his pectorals and biceps. Along his arms are scars that are oftentimes obscured by the sleeves of his suits. He oftentimes goes by Rutabaga for an unknown reason, however, he has gone on record saying "You'll be eating this Rutabaga's foot."

Backstory: Rubert Baigo started off as a farmer in rural Midwest America, living a simple life with his family where the hard labor helped increase his muscle mass to standards far superior to most humans and the management of the farm helped him increase his skills with economics and such. He loved his life until one day he found out there was a hit placed on him and his family for a reason he could only figure was faux and made up in an attempt to cash in on his land and property. He proceeded to take a break from farming and took up the defense of his family, where his strength helped him actually lay down a beating on any assassins foolish enough to try to kill him.

UAA officials took note of the actions of Rubert and eventually contacted him, attempting to recruit him into the organization. He joined up with them in an effort to keep his family safe, which has since proved successful.

While he only operates as a resource-allocation manager, he does sometimes get involved with enforcement of the rules and regulations as his vast strength has clocked people unconscious for a good amount of time in the past.

Abilities/Skills:
- Strength of an Ox : Rubert possesses strength superior to the vast majority of humans his age, and he is able to use this ability to the fullest. His punches can shatter through walls if he tries hard enough.
- Management Skills : Running a farm taught him how to manage funds and allocations of resources, turning him into a good manager for organizations and such.
- Callous Demeanor : He doesn't like it when you talk shit about him or to him and he will fight you for it. You are only safe if you are a baby.

"You gotta do this for me for me Stacey, you gotta do this for Daddy!"

"Aw jeez, Dad, I don't know about this..."

"Y-you gotta do this, Stacey. I owe some real bad people a lot of bad money! Don't worry about it sweetie, 'aint nothin' you learn in school you can't learn running guns!"

Located in Santa Destroy mall is the Beagle ballistics emporium. A family owned gun store that doesn't even try to hide all the illegal heavy weapons that they sell. Right now it's being run by Stacey, the teenage daughter of the stores owner, Mr Beagle. Her dad is in hiding right now because of all the debts he owes to the mob... and to the assassins... and to the bank. Still he manages to smuggle in the good stuff from abroad for Stacey to sell and work off the family's horrific gambling debts.

Stacey is a shy and awkward young girl who seems way too young to be working in a gun store. Yet somehow she has an encyclopedic knowledge of firearms big and small. She tends to stutter a lot and apologise too much but every assassin with the cash to burn can walk away from her family's store satisfied.

Obviously that is not his real name.

Person is what some might call old fashioned. The reason is not due to any particular dislike of what's new but rather he holds himself to an old standard of what an assassin was. To him the idea of getting into sword duels and fighting off groups of men is abhorrent. Even the slightest trace of one's presence at the scene of a murder is a failure in his eyes. To fight is the role of the fighter. To lay waste to armies of men is a warrior's creed. For him the ideal kill is one that's never seen, a clean murder with no trails leading to or from the victim. The only things his clients need to know is that the deed is done and the amount of money they owe.

He's had his hands in the UAA's business for quite some time. He's never submitted himself to the ranking system since he deems it demeaning to his trade but he's held a lot of influence and power within the association all the same. He's recently formed a small team which he's unofficially sponsored as their "Agent". To those for who it matters he's acting as an agent to a small team of what he calls "hyper-killers". For everyone else this agent with a box over his head just kind of waltz in from absolute obscurity and is now running a team that's gunning for the top ranks. Who he is is completely unknown to most.

There are plenty of rumors about him however. The UAA is anything but cuddly and many have wanted the steal the sway he holds. He's used multiple methods of dispatching would-be killers, a truly dizzying variety of methods to be precise. There are stories from the best of those who've made attempts on his life that he is immortal, simply returning again with mild injuries after being killed.

The only certainty is that no one knows who or what he is.