Alright! Here she is! Tried to center it but it ain't working for me... so fuck it.
Character Name:
Alika Faren
Gender:
Female
Species/Race:
Motha Fuckin Human!
Age:
28
Birthplace:
Mother Fuckin Saint Mary's Hospital, Virginia, like any other civilized person....
Current Pack:
Sorry, not a caveman
Occupation:
VEC Class Agent for the Ventron Security Company. This means she essentially keeps tabs on informants and infiltration agents, preforms assassinations, and is essentially the ghostly face of the company in the field.
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
Wolf Appearance:
Hah! You mean those things that were and still are being hunted nearly to extinction? If I were an animal, I would be a mother fuckin Siberian Bear, or a massive shark. You know, something that is actually threatening.....
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Tattoos along her arms(/her "combat" appearance):
MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS
Current Goal/Purpose in life:
Well.... I really don't know yet... just really trying to figure that all out huh....
Talents:
Killing Shit, doesn't matter if it's humans, werewolves, shifters, or your neighbor's fucking dog. I kill shit. Period. And I uhh.... make a pretty mean sausage dish... yeah... (She's a Jack of all Trades when it comes to combat, being fairly good at everything while not specializing in anything particular, exchanging super skill in one area with flexibility in all)
Inabilities:
Does not believing in everything you hear count? (Being a critical thinker/skeptic, it can be hard to simply follow orders that don't make any real sense. She can be too headstrong, making her lack a follower quality. Not to mention her up front, very open attitude can make it hard to blend in/make friends with people.
Fears:
Fucking Spiders.... They are creepy as hell! ........ Okay okay, on a more "Breakfast Club" level, I'm really scared of the overbearing fact that we are all mortal and will die no matter what... It really keeps me up at night sometimes in a bad way...
General Personality:
Upfront, laid back, a little loud at times, kind of "Fuck the world" attitude towards people, hard to truely anger, yet easily annoyed by people she considers stupid.
Inner Personality:
Thoughtful, scholar like, skeptical, and calmer. She may appear a bit rough and brisk on the outside, but on the inside she has a much more warmer core, one that really does care what other significant people think of her.
Secret:
They say that you're not suppose to like killing.... but honestly..... I feel enjoyment from a good kill...... I don't know why, but it brings a smile to my face. I don't mean machine gunning down crowds of innocent civilians! That's sicker, and on a completely different level in my opinion. That will make me sick to my stomach. No, I love killing a target, I enjoy watching whoever the poor sob I capture squirm in my hands as I torture him or her for information. There's some sort of... poetry to it.... (I'm really sick .... am I?)
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HISTORIC BACKGROUND
General History:
A very traumatic and harsh childhood of mental abused lead to her stealing her father's credit card and running away to Jamaica where she maxed out his card on five star hotels and items until the card froze, forcing her to live in a shack on a farm for four years. There, she learned much about humanity, both the good and the bad. It was the sort of place where complete strangers could turn into best friends because of some unforeseen roadtrip across the country side. Though this is the place where she discovered the darker side of herself. While traveling back to the shack she lived in, she was jumped by two men, one wielding a lead pipe. Through fairly simple means, she disarmed the man and in one strong swing, the man's head essentially exploded. It all seem to happen in slow motion for her as she watched the pipe crack open the man's skull, the blood, brain, spinal fluid, and whatever he ate for lunch that day fly through the air during the messy decapitation. Naturally, the other thug was shitting his pants and couldn't run any faster away from the scene, leaving Alice there to stare in awe at the deed she had just committed. Suddenly as self awareness kicked in, she quickly threw down the pipe and ran away as well.
A little while later, she finally came back to the states, only to be arrested by the police and put in jail by her dad to "teach her a lesson" None of them knew about the kill she had committed in Jamaica, and she never told anyone about it. She just simply sat in her cell, trying to decipher why it had felt the way it had. She resolved once she left jail after six months that her own self awareness and wit kept her out of the psycho murderer category and figured she should do something were she could feel the enjoyment while having it justified as well. Thus she joined the Army Rangers, particularly the paratroopers, finding the feeling of freedom when jumping out of an aircraft. The training was hell on earth, but she pushed through it until she was officially part of the Rangers. From then she went through five different combat deployments both in Afghanistan and Somalia. She became the marksman of the squad since they were the ones who delivered the more "personal" kills. Though soon the regimental, order driven structure of the military started to become to much to tolerate, thus she left the Rangers all together with quite a kill count and an honorable discharge. Though she still wanted to put her skills to use...
Present Life:
After working as a freelancer for a while for various private military and security companies, she found the Ventron Security Company, or more like they found her. The reveal of the werewolves and shifters with their pack like society had brought up some security issues for the government, and they need some way to have more influence over these "packs" without causing a political meltdown. Thus the shady Ventron Security Company or VSC was secretly contracted by the government to keep tabs on the packs and occasionally influence them through making people disappear and provoking violence between other packs, all the while keeping the government hands clean. VSC could find plenty of willing informants and infiltrating shifters, but had issues finding skilled enough agents to manage the whole thing and pull triggers. These "VEC" agents were usually highly trained and experienced operatives and there weren't many who could fill the required criteria. As it turns out, Alice was one who was seemingly over qualified for the job almost. Thus, she was put in charge of managing a monitering various packs, but mainly the the Claymore Pack. Thanks to her and a few other agents, VEC class agents are like the phantoms of fiction. Their existence is doubted, but people still "disappear" or "suddenly fall ill and die" for no reason on the face of it all.
