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Ω Name: Anson Hogh

Ω Age: 32

Ω Gender: Male

Ω Rank: 75th C.A.G. Team Leader, Captain


Ω Appearance:
Anson is a tall and lithe man. His physique is one of an athlete built for stamina more than raw power. His eyes are of a dark green, though the color varies easily due to the ocular enhancements in his irises. The natural color of his hair is a dark chocolate, and it’s generally kept at a medium length in varying states of disarray.

Across his body, save for his face, a matrix of silvery strands crisscrosses along the borders of musculature. This matrix was used to implant the bone reinforcement, and synthetic muscle tissue. Where bare skin is still visible, it is smooth and rather pale.

His dress is atypical for military life—the advantage of being an operator in the Special Forces. Most often Anson dresses in well broken-in tactical pants, jeans, or the occasional set of board shorts. His shirts are an array of old rock tees, souvenirs from dive bars, or a basic gray hoodie with bullets tied into the drawstrings.


Ω History/Background:
Anson was born as a prostitute’s bastard on Yesthaven, the capital city of Ganymede. Having an illegitimate child was such a rarity in the pleasure profession, thanks to the extreme ease and access to contraceptive technologies, that Anson was a true space oddity (R.I.P. David Bowie). His saving grace was the potent combination of his mother’s love, and her dauntless gift of hope.

Growing up living above the brothel, Anson’s early education was at the behest of the Madame that ran it. Being the keen businesswoman that the Madame was, she soon recognized that Anson had the potential to achieve great things if given the opportunity. Due to his class, such opportunities came few and far between. Military service was the only real option for a life outside the net of gangs and vice, and so both Anson’s mother, and the Madame, encouraged him to pursue it.

The rest, as it’s said, is history.

Serving with skill and distinction as a space marine, Anson worked his way ever upward through his career. In short order he had joined the Marine Deep Space Command, the spec-ops branch of the Space Marine Corps, and served in specialized missions across the Orion Arm. With the expansion of CAG units, and the formation of the 7-5, Anson was commissioned to be the unit’s first team leader. He has been with the unit ever since, and has expressed to have truly found his calling in the service of the Emperor.


Ω Personality: Loyal, Trustworthy, Resolute, Adaptable, Laid-back

Ω Specialties:
“Did you back it up?”—Anson has an extensive array of biological enhancements and implants for the sole purpose of keeping him above ground. He can lose massive amounts of blood, some vital organs, and other extreme trauma without losing combat effectiveness (at least in the short term).

“But can it run Crysis?”—Due to Anson’s role as team leader, he has to be able to both keep track of, and run, the 7-5 under extreme conditions in the field. He has a number of applicable software implanted into his internal hardware.
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T w e n t y - E i g h t | V a r r i n a "W r a i t h" M e r c u r y | F e m i n i n e


Appearance

Varrina is the average height for a female at 5'7 while her build is firmly on the more toned and slender side of things. Her arms and legs, while defined, are thin and lanky, but her hips curve and stand out to give her a decent shape in clothing. Piercings and tattoos, products of a time long since passed, adorn her body in various places though the tattoos all reside on patches of skin that can be hidden under uniform and even in short sleeve shirts. Short hair with highlights of violet round out the claim of individuality and Varrina seldom wears real jewelry.

Rank

Master Sergeant

History / Background

Varrina Mercury and her family eked out a meager life on a small moon colony in the Orion Arm. Having been born into poverty, Varrina had only ever been subjected to the struggle her parents went through in order to provide for her and her young sister. Despite the visage she was shown however, the elder daughter had come across the truth at some point in her childhood. Her mother prostituted herself in secret as a means to make extra money in addition to the manual labor job she had and her father had a gambling problem that only added to the family's financial woes. Varrina herself joined a gang at a relatively young age and went on to become their leader when she grew into her teens.

During this criminal period in her life, Varrina found she had an uncanny knack for ranged weapons. Her aim was incredibly accurate and as she grew older and into adulthood, important people began to take notice of the woman's fine motor skills. Eager to rid herself of a past she considers shameful, the thrill-seeking young woman joined the military and eventually progressed her way to unit 7-5.

Personality

Intelligent

Calculating

Honest

Confident

Determined

Specialties

Master Marksmen
Though Varrina is proficient enough in hand-to-hand combat, her innate ability with ranged weaponry surpasses what many consider to be top-tier levels. She has mastered multiple gun-based and projectile weapons and has superior aim with just about anything one can fire. Put a ranged weapon into her hands and you can count on "Wraith" to hit her mark.

Long-Range Specialist
Varrina's true passion lies in fighting at long range. She gained her nickname due to the fact that by the time an enemy noticed her, a bullet was already whizzing their way to end their life. She serves as the sniper of the team and prefers taking enemies out in the most efficient manner possible--meaning in as few shots as humanly possible. For her, this is the most efficient form of combat in the grand scheme of things.
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Name: Takeshi "TK" Kobayashi - Codename: Ghost

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Rank: First Sergeant

Appearance:

Slender, yet athletic, TK stands tall for one of Asian decent at six foot one. Hair cut short around the side, with a touch of deep blue to accent his spiked hair. When not in uniform he typically wears a leather jacket (sleeves pushed up to show how toned he is), a cut shirt, and jeans.


TK is one of the few that still fights hand-to-hand, believing that fighting from a distance is cowardly. He wears a black stealth suit with silver, reminiscent of his ancestry, honoring his skill with Ninjitsu.

When fighting in power armor, or larger, TK prefers something more honorable ...


History / Background:
He never knew what it was like to live on Earth. He'd heard numerous tales of how green and blue things were, but found it hard to imagine a place with such vivid colors when all he could see was red. Having been born and raised on the Red Planet, Mars, Takeshi, along with a younger brother (Ko) and an older sister (Suchi), eventually grew to resent their parents' choice to leave Earth (grandparents in tow)-- that was until it was reduced to a ball of toxic dust. Though now thankful to have relocated, Mars was not a place to raise children. Suchi, who was born on Earth, used to daydream of the days when she was a child, having played in cool rivers, and skinning her hands and knees while climbing trees. But here on Mars, there was none of that. Sure one could go visit the simulation chambers, which offered all the luxuries of the Earth that was, but it just wasn't the same as the real thing. Plus it was expensive -- the Kobayashi's had spent nearly all they had to get to Mars.

In order to support himself, as well as his aging parents -- and to get away from the dusty confines of the Martian planet -- TK was "recruited" into the army, as soon as he was eligible to do so. TK took with him the skills and knowledge of that his grandfather had bestowed upon him: the ability to wield a blade, and the honor of Bushido. However, the discipline that was taught was not enough to keep TK out of trouble. He grew cocky and selfish, which eventually led to him joining a Yakuza-like youth gang. Stealth and finesse allowed TK to rise through their ranks quickly. But like many troubled teens TK soon found himself infamous among the local law enforcement, and eventually behind bars.

Knowing of TK's skills, the lead officer, Cpt. Roe Heinrickson, made an offer to TK, one, as it was famously put in a movie, "he couldn't refuse." On his 18th birthday TK was enlisted into the Imperial Army. The brass quickly realized that TK was destined for more, and put him into the selective group known galaxy wide as the 7-5. Though not know as being a team player, TK's rank continued to rise -- not for lack on his part (with rank comes privileges).

Personality:
Aggressive
Cultured
Determined
Loyal
Narcissistic

Specialties:
Stealth: "Be as silent as a shadow," his grandfather would say. "See, but don't be seen." TK has enhancements, that enhance his ability to hide and sneak. He became known as Ghost, once he was in the military, as he is light on his feet, agile, and lithe.

Two-Weapon (Melee): TK learned to fight with two blades, not just one. The katana and wakisashi are extensions of his own hands, slashing, dicing and severing anything that gets in his path. Unmatched, so far, in skill, TK boasts the ability to block a gun shot (though he's never had to prove it).
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Name: Luke "Iceman" Galbri

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Rank: Sergeant

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History / Background: Luke Galbri was a "Royal Flush" baby; a product of an ill-advised conception between a noblewoman and a commoner, who was secretly flushed down the proverbial toilet (a.k.a the outer rim.) Newborn Luke was stashed on board of a commercial space freighter. His biological parents made an arrangement with a 'flesh vendor' who ran his base of operations out of a backwater colony called New Mesa.

The noblewoman's family name remained absolved from the taint of low blood breeding, and the commoner received a pretty penny to keep it all a secret. Everyone was happy. Well, mostly everyone. Life under the flesh vendor's leash was a short-lived hell. The local system authorities eventually cracked down on the vendor's illegal operations and apprehended him soon after. Luke was then put into foster care on an entirely different star sector until he was brave enough to go rogue. He went from a Royal Flush baby, to a Drift Rock kid, which meant he was a stowaway orphan bouncing around spaceships and way-stations.

Luke was eventually taken in by a freighter Captain named, Manuel Galbri. He found the young man hiding in the cargo hold. Manuel became the closest thing to a father figure he'd ever have. The former Orion Space Fleetsman signed Luke on as a crew mate, teaching him everything he knew about life in the void. Manuel died during a pirate raid several years later, forcing Luke to flee from Galbri's Freighter and survive on his own.

With nowhere else to go, he enlisted into the Orion Military at the age of 17 as a combat engineer. After a couple of years in the space army infantry, he was reassigned into a special bomb disposal unit called the 127 EOD Clockwork Squad. They were an anti-terrorist unit tasked with neutralizing bomb threats on border planets caught in a tug-of-war between the Nym Republic, and Radical Separatist groups. Operation Firebug was the 127 EOD Squadron's last mission objective. Luke was 1 of the four survivors of his unit, and the only one qualified as a potential 7-5 candidate. Despite the unfortunate end of Clockwork Squadron, he's transitioned into the CAG rather comfortably.

Personality: Ice-veined. Gung-ho. Lively. Goofball. Contrarian.

Specialties:

Explosives Ordinance Disposal: Luke's EOD training includes neutralizing all types of improvised explosives, chemical threats, and nuclear weapons.

Combat Engineer: The construction and demolition for land and space combat situations is another one of Luke's specialties. This includes facilitating movement for troops and civilians, while immobilizing hostile forces. Building bridges for friendlies by digging ditches for enemies. The latter is usually his favorite part.
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A stigmata that does not stain the f l e s h; but rather permeates the [ s o u l ].
That, is the s i n f u l crown that I shall adorn.

T H E M E.
P ' s i y a h K u l n d e r
twenty-seven — female — master sergeant


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Perpetrating an apathetic exhibit of financial embellishing, she is the aesthetic product of economic embezzlement, disloyal conduct, and the most garish of sins — vanity. She is the glimmering exemplary of Upper Nobility privileges and precision in obligated perfection; an advocate for the myriads of advanced, biological technology that has dipped into the coffers and will of playing as a God. Beauty of unnatural increments have dove head long into polished pores, refinement and executing every known flaw to the mortal countenance. She's impressed upon with exceptional vitality in the wealth of waterlogged emerald oculi, deep seeded hues of moss that sharpen to the aforementioned gem and brighten to pools of peridot in the immersion of her integrated software that spans the sensitivity of her enhanced nervous system. The absolution and intent of her genetic alterations are also accumulated in thick, tumbling tresses of ebony, framing purpose and delicacy, and suspended to the small of her back where soft edges curl into her tempered spine. The result of splicing and implanted genomes of refinement do not heed just at the initial impression of her body, but span and intertwine deep into the bedlam of her organs and vital systems as well. Matrices of crucial reactivity crisscross beneath the flawless membrane of herself, laden deep into every nerve ending that glimmers both azure and silver. In relation to this implanted hardware of sensitivity; sparses of flesh is laden and logged with sunken in discs of interchanging frequencies, and electrical impulses that modulate numerous pitches of signals that carry from each other, each neighbor gleaning a violet, pulsating hue and transitioning to dull indigo's when in rest.

The aforementioned discs are minuscule in appearances, pinpointing various components and key structures on her body: joints and vessels cued by their shimmering existence. A plethora of lethal intentions are lain within the pale skin of this higher echelon of nobility: default requirements of military integration and basic functions of agility, strength, and defense spans the depths of her innards. However, being built for infiltration, rather than brutal confrontation, her specialties have provided curious enhancements that are provided in the bends of her wrists. These are exports and channels of wires and that provided a more physical, and personal, invasive method to her hacking prowess into hard drives and even cybernetics infusions.


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Obligated sincerity, elegance, and refined stature in the method of articulation and power; this is what sired the individual of P'siyah. Ascension here was decided by birth, the pinnacle of your destiny immediately decided on the whims of conception, it was delicate and transparent like the glass everyone waltzed over. Constant murmurs of war, rebellion, secrets lain well and thick in the depressing whispers of court in the wealth of the Emperor's maintenance. The name Kulnder was an infamous utterance, usually done so in quiet interludes when not in presence of the particular family that were literal copies of one another, bearing individuality only in their eyes of colour, stances, and general foundation of genetic inheritance. Trademarked by their dark hair, pale complexions, and unreasonable perfection, they were suspended on the highest tiers of wealth, their riches seeded and cultivated from vast imports of tech-trade and bore the insignia that advertised the Kulnder models of cybernetics and implants that swelled to luxury and betterment. The Kulnder sired an empire on the desires of perfection, willingness to change, and generous donations to funding the biological research campaigns of the Orion Empire.

Drowned beneath the splendor of the Upper Nobility, P'siyah was the second among four children, an even divide of their gender influences and thus able to expand the delicate webbing and threads of their family through regular intervening of courts, societal gatherings, and fastening their own clutches onto the jeweled rungs of the gentry. Suspended into the requirements, it was almost cliche to develop the tangible qualities of desire outside the typical endeavors of those high-bourne. Thus, with a fondness and genius grasp of secrecy and development, P'siyah became well knowledgeable of secrets and whispered opinions meant for conceptual silence about the finer circumstances outside the nobility. Her currency became these muttered musings, spoken aloud to her once she was able to coax lips apart, freeing most from their reservations with the assistance of her exceptional appearance.

This natural affinity eventually ascended to the installation of software in the discs now spanning her body in a diaphragm of sensory modules. The whole of her body being supplied as a subject of interference and with her increasing knowledge provided by the sunken implants housed at the pinnacle of her spine, her desires of secrets swelled into the forbidden. It was this rising appearances of her electronic traces and remains through the firewalls of various corporations and personal data of rival nobles that garnered P'siyah attention, her swift methods of infiltration efficient, but needing temperance of regulation. Her moniker was bequeathed by those inquiring to her hacker nature, a soft spoken appellation into the courts from the numerical of six that kept repeating in her codex: Seraphim. This, is when murmurs of the Nym Separatists landed upon her ears from perched mouths bearing wide in their smiles, their own attempts at hacking interference and binaries that kept transmuting into Orion databases.

Intrigued, P'siyah forwent the intentions of her family and the nobility, becoming a well induced philosopher of "live by doing, instead of watching." In this, she applied herself into the military through the medium of Imperial Knights associated with the Kulnder corporate. Harnessing and refining her capabilities, and using the glamour of her genetically provided beauty, it was no wonder that P'siyah ascended and thus landed well within the infantry, earning her a place among the elite and the unit of 7—5.




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Manipulative — Sensuous — Clandestine — Curious — Elegant

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The Seraphim
Adapting to the epitaph granted by the nobility she infiltrated, the Seraphim is a six—gated holographic sphere that eclipses P'siyah entirely and performs as a gargantuan system capable of bypassing most security barriers and anything deemed reachable through their own technology. With the provided implants in her body, and the slick, latex sensory suit that clings to her body in every cleft and curve, she utilizes her entire self as an intercession tool. Interacting with The Seraphim has introduced her own network, a series and plethora of complexity in the binary matrix of the sphere, and enhances her near prodigy hacking and cracking into every system she roams across with The Seraphim's display. Whilst known infamously for these aforementioned affinities, The Seraphim is also versed into the methods of amplifying security. When not connected to her holographic sphere, P'siyah is capable of accessing her network through the ports located at her delicate wrists and through the interaction of the violet discs into her skin, expanding her exploitation reach from beyond the module, but no where near the expansive uses that the Seraphim sphere houses.


Big Guns
Through her years sworn into military servitude, P'siyah developed a particular fondness for gargantuan weaponry, including the YETI Frames and anything oozing mechanical prowess through their sheer magnitudes. She employs this through the manic means of an aficionado by having such a weapon customized to her own specifics and designs, and with the assistance of those who designed YETI's, they were able to conceive the rock cannon that is closely housed at her spine by the suspension units of her armour. The rock cannon, composed of an ebony alloy, is capable of performing two feats of lethal endeavors: the shells of the cannon are totaled to six, and are accelerated at hypersonic speeds and capable of being rapid fired from the elongated barrel that yawns into various offshoots of metal nodes to reduce warping and friction by the rate of fire. The secondary component of attack is the heavy chamber that not only conceals the six shells of the cannon, but can also be charged through a prolonged exposure by the weight of her finger against a series of switches that depress on her command. Two more chambers exist on either side of the cannon that swivel and puncture down into the weapon when charging, thus, the amount of chambers utilized vary on the damage outputs of the beam that launches from the barrel. Though significant in damage, the cannon has a severe drawback in reload measurements, and given the mass of artillery, aiming for smaller targets proves as a hardship.
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Hesper "Hex" Gaulis
AGE twenty-four ✖✖✖ GENDER female ✖✖✖ RANK 2nd Lieut

APPEARANCE
She maintained an athletic build that stood at an average height; wholly unexceptional save for the pale freckled skin and dark coloring that confessed her home sector. Upon those freckled cheeks perched gluttonous rosé lips that seemed forever pleased; occasionally exaggerating the sweet smile and blossoming dimples proceeding wicked actions. Hair the hue of wispy obsidian was kept short and fell messily around unnatural eyes, once the mirrored stain of locks color, now glittered with the shaved silver of tech. The tattoos of military and her home world laced and blended with tech on the entirety of her body. Her right arm from the elbow down was the only glaring technology that seemed almost devoid of bio-filler but held onto its human shape despite the exaggerated fingers.

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BACKGROUND
Brax’vairn was a rare stopping point on trade routes, an aphotic dwarf planet refurbished into a one-stop-shop salvage yard. Many would have assumed that Brax would have gone rebel, but the populus suffers from an affliction of tight knit tradition. There were seven main ‘metropolitan’ areas on the floating rock; heavily connected by a fossil tram system. This was no feat considering the surface of the planet was a meager 1.56 × 107 km2 [a bit smaller than Pluto] and was mostly covered in scrap.

“Mech, tech, interstellar, ATV, hell even certified bio-log-i-cal;
You want it? We’ve got it! Here in Brax’vairn Main.”

People didn’t move to Brax and people didn’t move away. This allowed for an almost cult like existence and belief systems; old world religion blended with tech and superstition. Morality, while implemented and touted, was a decaying and tainted bastard of previous generations. As if that was not enough to convey an eldritch existence, the lack of sunlight only proved to compound the situation, infecting generations with a bothersome sensitivity to UV and affinity for darkness. This is not to say the people of Brax were exclusively somber; in fact the people had a multitude of religious celebrations that consumed the planet with debaucherous reverie.

Home is not where the heart is.
Home is what the heart is.

Medicine was not some calling that had followed Hesper from childhood. In fact, she stumbled in and fell into the Space Marines before she could blink. Her pro transhumanism upbringing and experimental fancies were raised in a (somewhat shady) bio-tech chop shop that had catered to her understanding the in’s and out’s of bio tech. Space Marine’s had simply been a way out, but they quickly became so much more. She absorbed the exhilaration of new tech alongside violence and excelled in service. They moved her into Special-Ops and her freedom and skills increased. When the 7-5 started looking for a medic, she was an obvious choice and took the job with a fluttering heart. She was honored to be one of the feared--childhood goal fulfilled.

Dead is dead; Parts is parts.
Dead guys is parts.
Dead guys is parts.
-Ripperjack

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PERSONALITY
sadistic
relentless
empathetic
idealistic
meticulous

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SPECIALTIES
we're going to need a medic
Knowledge and access to combat drugs and field dressings. Surgical knowledge pertaining to bio-true (human), bio-tech (techno-human cross) with built in signal/function sensors and manipulators. For example, if a heart stops, cybernetics built into Hex have the ability to hyper focus on the electrical impulses of that organ and shock the heart to promote reboot. If her skills fail to meet the needs the Empire ensures all of its medics have a nice stash of nanosurgeons.

we're going to need an answer
Medical background gives a unique perspective into triggers, pain and its receptors. She has invasive knowledge on tissue, bio-mechanics, nerve bundles, organs and bone structure. For example, the same mechanism to restart a heart can be used to cycle a cease and reboot of the heart for hours. Her mind is unrelenting in its inquiry for human pain; for the Empire of course, and science.


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Trinity "th0rn_r0se" St. Callister | Twenty-Four | First Lieutenant


History / Background:

"Boss, you need to see this."

Joey Vega, underworld crimelord and all around sleazebag gave a long sigh as he sat at his desk, his feet perched on top of his desk, "What is it Callen?"

"It's our data."

Joey looked at Callen with a "you piece of dumbs***" look, "Yes, what about it?"

Callen looked up at Joey, fear in his eyes. Fear that the next words out of his mouth could very well be his last.

"It's gone!"

Joey sprang up and charged over to Callen, who braced himself for a punch. All he got was Joey's tan mug in his face, "What do you mean...'gone'?"

Callen took his arms away and opened up his desk computer in front of Joey, "Look, all the files are gone. The encryption has been broken. I don't know how.."

Before Callen could continue, Joey slammed his metal fist on the desk, leaving a nice crack in the finished wood. Callen "eeped" a bit and fiddled with the computer, "I swear boss, I don't know how!"

If looks could kill, Joey would be killing Callen 20 times over. "Find out who! I want their name, their address, hell, their grandma's address too. I wanna kill everyone that said one word to the bastard."

Callen fiddled around a bit as Joey paced. "Who would attack him?" he thought to himself, "they would have to be really stupid to mess with someone like him. Someone who has made countless people dissapear. Someone who skirted around the law, had authorities in his pocket, and got away with only slaps on the wrist."

Callen continued to look around until his voice squeaked, "Umm..."

Joey glided over, "Did you find them?"

Callen nodded, "I believe so...but.."

Joey glanced at the screen opened in front of him. On the screen was a little Panda Bear who was on the screen. The panda waved and smiled. Joey just stared at it.

Callen was silent for a while, before he spoke up "It was in one of the files. I opened it up because it said..and I quote 'Hi Mom'"

The panda on the screen began to move, it danced around and shook his little tail. Joey could only keep staring. "What the.."

Soon the screen turned dark. After a few seconds, a prompt came up, and started typing in pink letters.

"Hello boys! You don't know me, but I know you, you naughty, naughty boys!"

Joey slapped Callen's shoulders, "They're speaking to us now! Quick! Trace them!"

Callen started to work as the letters kept coming.

"At this point, you already know that I helped myself to your files. Thanks so much <3. Quite an interesting read. You've been busy it seems.

Callen continued to work the trace as Joey sneered, "Who is this b***h? It has to be a girl. She must be brain dead. You almost done?"

Callen nodded happily, "Yeah, it was really easy to trace them. Like, almost child's play."

Joey nodded, but stopped. A thought occurred. How could they break a high level encryption, but be stupid enough to allow a trace? His gut sank. "Quick, stop!"

But it was too late, as more text came up.

"By this point, you probably ran a trace to find me. That was rather silly huh? :P Well, now you have the police locked on your location. They also have the files with them, detailing all the nasty deeds you did. I also took the liberty to see that it was some men and women who you don't have on your payroll to visit you. Won't that be fun!?! :D

Joey looked terrified. Who the hell was this chick?

Before he could even think, a video popped up and a pink haired girl came on screen. She blew a kiss and then...nothing.

The screen shook and sizzled, before turning off.

Callen looked dumbfounded.

Joey looked pissed.

The forces were there in minutes and Joey's game was taken off.

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Trinity sighed and took a sip of her coffee. Another job well done.

Personality:

  • Smart
  • Carefree
  • Bubbly
  • Silly
  • Optimistic


Specialties:
Computer Whisperer - Trinity is able to get computers to talk...no...SING to her at her command. With an impressive amount of hacking under her belt, she is able to slip into a computer, a tablet, a cell phone, anything with a code, and do her deeds. She doesn't like to do it silently either, as many people know her hacker name "th0rn_r0se"

Why Have One Gun? - Trinity likes guns. She likes pink. She likes shooting. Why not double all three of those qualities? Using her Handguns in combat, she shoots first, asks questions...probably after she is done filling them with bullets.
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