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Ally "Agent" Estrada


Glad that the fighting was over, at least for the moment, and relieved the injuries were kept to a minimum, Agent returned from her titanium form and climbed down from the roof. I can't waste my energy, she reminded herself, Not yet.

Once they were all down and calmer, the archer began to explain her point of view and how everything happened for her. She also seemed defensive about her actions, which Agent understood. Maybe their van did look a bit shifty.

"You're right, we shouldn't have attacked," Agent said, not trying to point out Marcus specifically. She too understood why Marcus jumped so quickly to the call of action, but it didn't justify anyone's actions. "We're here to find the missing kids and bring them home."

"Maybe we started on the wrong foot, but if we all work together, maybe we can find the rest of the kids," Agent said. She was trying to be as diplomatic as possible, just like the heroes in her comic books or on the television. The difference was, the fictional heroes always had a plan. If that didn't work they had a backup plan. Right now, the mismatched trio had no plan, but Agent knew making enemies was the least helpful thing they could do. This archer had a sister who was victim of the kidnappings. If she could find her sister, maybe she could find the others too?
@King Tai Thank you. :3

And alright! I think Sound EFX will make a great buffer for the two and it'll cause a lot more character development between the three.
Ally Seiti

Age
Just turned 21 years old

Race
Human Martial Artist

Gender
Female

Occupation
Martial Arts Instructor

Height
5'4"

Weight
137 lbs

Hair Color
Dark brown with a light tint of red when in direct sunlight.

Eye Color
Her eyes are dark brown in the center and gradually lighten up as they reach the outer of her iris. The edge of her iris is a deep brown, highly contrasting with the lighter brown in the center.

Written Appearance
Ally is well-built, standing at 5'4" weighing about 137 pounds on a good day. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. The only piercings she has are earrings and she doesn't plan on getting more. She has dark brown, wavy hair which she usually leaves down. When training or fighting, she's sure to tie her hair up in either a ponytail or a bun as she never wants it to put her at any kind of disadvantage. Most of her clothes are functional, especially since she never knows when the time for action will arise. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitted T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top.

Personality
Overall Personality: Ally is a pretty friendly person. She's not afraid to start a conversation with a stranger. She really enjoys talking to people and making new friends. Overall, she's the kind of person who would give you the last of her money if you're hungry, even if she's hungry too. She has a lot of confidence in herself, but doesn't like to show off, unless being silly. She's also very stubborn and doesn't usually compromise easily. If you know which buttons to push she can get angry very easily, but usually tries not to get violent quickly.

Likes: As for her likes, she genuinely does enjoy training, as do many other martial artists. When she isn't training she likes to relax by writing or going out with friends and catching up. She's a pretty social person and enjoys being with others. She also likes a challenge when one is presented, and usually won't turn them down.

Dislikes: Bullies are a big problem for her. She can't stand anyone who is mean just to be mean. Sure, everyone has their days, but when someone is mean for no reason, they're on Ally's bad side. She also doesn't like being late for anything. Because of this, she's usually early to any kind of meeting, whether it be meeting with a friend or a boss.

Combat Behavior: Ally tries to keep a good balance of offense and defense, as does any good fighter, but typically leans on the more aggressive side due to the Dragon Fist Style. She isn't afraid to take hits, but if an opponent begins to throw heavy barrages, she's more likely to turn to heavy defense, looking for any opening to counter. This can be a problem, because it might take her time to actually hit back while going through a barrage, possibly making the barrage of an opponent last longer and harder.

Goals: Currently her goal is to become a Grandmaster in the Dragon Fist fighting style. Until then, however, she plans on continuing to focus on teaching others and improving her skills day-by-day. She also has a smaller goal of becoming a better fighter than Tiberius, though it isn't in bad intentions.

Background
For most of Ally's life, she lived in West Capitol with her father and younger brother. At around the age of five, her mother and father went through a somewhat nasty divorce. This left her father to deal with everything, whether it be cooking, cleaning, or working. This left him with little time and energy to spend one-on-one time with his children. Due to his single income, they went through trouble paying for groceries and rent, but somehow always made it through. Even though all of this left her father struggling to take care of two young children, Ally was always thankful for the experience. She has always felt through the hardships faced at a young age she grew stronger and more independent.

In young adolescence, like many other young children, she faced bullies. For the most part, she tried to ignore them and keep on going. When she saw another fellow student being bullied, however, she was able to summon strength she didn't know she had and use her confidence to protect them. When it came back to herself, she struggled to find this confidence to protect herself. Eventually the bullying became physical. So, she needed to find a way to defend herself and summon her courage. One day, after being a victim of bullying once again, she was recommended to a martial arts gym from someone who had seen her injuries. He showed her to his gym and she stuck to it. She stuck to it so much, in fact, that Ally was entered in a kid's tournament fairly early on. The tournament was split by gender, so after her fights she was able to see some boy matches. One boy interested her in particular. This was Tiberius Walker. His agressive style shot out a flurry of attacks before an oppent had any time to react. This style amazing her much more than the dojo she attended, which didn't spend much time on its fighters as individuals and simply shoved them into tournaments. So, Ally spoke with Ulysses, the owner of the Dragon Fist dojo and the father of Tiberius. He invited her to his Parsley City dojo.

They explained the gym was in Parsley City, not too far from West Capitol, but not exactly walking distance either. Ally realized this would be her chance to become something more than a brawler, it would make her a fighter. So, the girl begged her father to let her move with her grandmother who lived much closer to the small city. He granted her wish, and she moved to Parsley City.

Here she went to the Dragon Fist style gym and began her training as a true martial artist. From the moment she began training, her attitude changed completely. She was able to hold her head up higher walking down the street and defend herself from bullies. Every chance she had to train she took it, taking every single word and movement taught at the dojo to heart. Because she took her training so seriously, she was able to catch up to some of the other students, including Tiberius. Although outside of the gym the two are good friends, their sparring is no joke. Their friendship didn't come so easily at first.

Originally they were rivals. Ally set her goal to become as good as Tiberius, to have attacks as quick and fierce as his. This passion allowed her to catch up, but somehow she was always a step behind. She didn't understand this. How could he always be one step away? She couldn't understand why her training wasn't enough until she realized Tiberius was the son of Ulysses. She found out how hard Ulysses pushed Tiberius to become better each day, even giving him additional training. This caused her to become jealous. She didn't understand why Ulysses couldn't treat all of them as hard as he treated Tiberius. This caused her to train much harder in order to catch up with Tiberius.

Currently, although still training and improving on her skills, Ally is now an instructor at the dojo. She gains a feeling of fulfillment in teaching the next generations of students how to keep themselves and others safe. She uses her money to take care of her grandmother as well as to take care of herself.

Weapon & Techniques

Weapon
Ally mainly uses her fists and legs, but because many traditional martial arts teach weapons, she does know how to wield nunchucks and spears. Her training in these weapons, however, is mainly for demonstration tournaments, not actual combat. Don't expect her to pull any of these weapons out in a fight.

Power Level
910

Techniques
Ki Kick- Using this technique, Ally can put most of her energy into her kicks, allowing for devastating blows to the opponent. While this move generates high amount of damage, it leaves her upper body almost completely vulnerable to counters. For example, if Ally is throwing a front snap kick at the same time an opponent is and they both hit at the same time, even though her arm might be up blocking her head, her block will have little-to-no effectiveness in absorbing any damage. Because this move is pretty risky, she uses it sparingly.
@King Tai Yeah, totally! Currently Cross and I are having a sort of cross-over with Agent in Reaper, in which they both protect different sides of the town- Agent the more business district, nicer area and Reaper the rougher, much more gang infested areas. Agent crosses over to Reaper's side, and they both end up fighting a gang, their different morals clearly evident (you'll see this if you read our posts). The thread will overall be about learning to deal with others beliefs while working with them as well as adapting to others and accepting them. At least, that's what it looks like it will be. XD

I'm not sure how you want to run with that, or whether or not you'll use Sound EFX. Really it's all up to you and how you want to fit into the story, whether it be someone in the middle ground of the two heroes trying not to pick sides when problems arise, or a hero on one of the extremes- the no killing and the always killing.

It's probably a bit more complex than that, but this is just so you get the gist of it. XD Let me know if you have any questions.
Ally "Agent" Estrada


"Crap," Agent muttered under her breath as Chef was shot in the shoulder. Now that their teammate was hit, the situation was different. Although her main focus was still stopping the fight, she had to be much more wary of enemy attacks and Marcus's temper. But how will we get up there?

"I can give you a boost up! If we're quick we might be able to stop this before anyone takes more hits!" Kurt shouted to Agent. He assumed a crouching position and Agent nodded, readying herself. She had never done anything like this before, so she had to make sure she did it right.

Agent took off in a sprint, trying to map her foot placement to make it exactly on Kurt's hand. Even though they had some rest before, it wasn't nearly enough to recover from most of the damage they received earlier. Muscles Ally didn't even know she used while running felt like they were tearing apart. Once close enough, Agent jumped, using the energy created from both her legs and Kurt's boost to reach the top of the roof.

As soon as Agent hit the roof, her body went from flesh to titanium. Marcus held his fist back for a retaliation while it seemed the archer might've been reloading another arrow onto her bow. Agent was conflicted, unsure whose attack to prevent. In the end, Agent faced Marcus's direction, ready to stop him from delivering his punch. Even though the archer shot Marcus, it was in defense more than anything. Stopping Marcus was the only way to show the archer they weren't enemies, that there was a mix up.

"She's not the enemy!" Agent shouted over the intensity that flooded her senses, "We're not the enemy!"
Several of the gang members charged Agent at once. She took a deep breath as she let them draw close. Sure they were strong, but she was stronger. A few punches from thugs wouldn't hurt her, but this wasn't her concern. The man, the monster holding the woman was her target. These charging thugs were merely obstacles.

The closest one drew within a few feet of Agent, his fist pulled back to deliver a massive punch. Before he knew what was coming, Agent thrusted forward, her elbow slamming into the soft spot under the man's jaw. A punch came from the left. Agent barely had time to duck away before giving an uppercut of her own to the attacking thug. He crumbled to the ground, all of the air expelled from his lungs.

That was when an odd gasping sound came from the woman's direction. It was quickly followed by another scream from the woman and two gunshots. "What the heck?" Agent asked, taking her attention away from the fight and to where the other part of the fight was happening. A man holding a pistol stood over the two bodies, looking for his next victims.

No good, was all Agent could think. If his bullets went stray they could easily hit the victim or herself, and now was not the night she wanted to test her resistance to bullets. She noticed the woman crumpled against the wall beside the leader whose trachea seemed to be falling out of a hole in his neck. Agent looked up to the man who did this. She didn't know his name, but she immediately recognized him as the anti-hero who struck fear into Treaft.

Suddenly, an arm was laced under her own, while a knife pressed against her neck, putting her in a makeshift choke-knife hold. All of her thoughts were broken and it was back to action. She grabbed the man's knife hand with her free hand, stepped inward, pressing his hip towards hers, and heaved him over her hips, sending him flying to the ground. He landed with a heavy thud. Agent twisted his hand, easily disarming him and tossing the weapon to the side. Agent picked the man up, not being the one to kick someone while they were down, and sent a heavy straight right into the man's face. He was out and she dropped him back to the floor.

She scanned the area. About half of the gangsters were dead, the other half subdued and injured. Chills ran down her spine as she looked at all of the pools of blood on the floor. Never in her short career as a vigilante had she ever caused so much blood to be spilled. Agent wasn't exactly sure what to do, except go to the victim and console her.

"It's alright now," Agent assured her, though she really wasn't sure how okay everything was. She knew the vigilante who helped was rough, but she couldn't be sure what he would do to the surviving victims. "If you have a cell phone, you can call the police."

The woman nodded and shakily dug through her purse for her cell phone. Agent turned around to meet the other vigilante, though she wasn't sure what to say or do. "Uh, thanks, I guess," she muttered, looking to the bodies.
@King Tai Oh yeah, Crossfire and I were doing a semi-private thread for this, but you're more than welcome back! You don't even need to make a form really. XD This one is probably going to have a darker tone than the original.
Agent stood atop of an office building, looking down on the city below. This was her home city, and this was the city the young woman vowed to protect. Every night she took to the streets to protect the crime-ridden city. She wanted to improve the standard of living of the citizens, of her friends, and especially of her family.

Agent looked down at her black-gloved hand. She didn't know why she was granted powers, she didn't even know where they came from. All she knew was she had them and she needed to do good with them.

Agent, Ally Estrada, earned this driving force to do good from her father. Although he passed away when she was young, he instilled a strong moral compass in her. Robbing someone was bad. Hurting someone was bad. Defending others was good. Standing up for your beliefs was good.

Her thoughts were interrupted by pounding footsteps on the concrete below. The figure of a man raced down the empty sidewalk, holding some sort of bag in his arms. Agent raised an eyebrow and sprang into action. She raced across the rooftops, speeding past the man. She needed time to get from the roof to the ground while still being able to unravelintercept him. Maybe I should stick to the ground more, she thought as she scaled down the side of the three-story building. Although her skin was thicker than the average woman's, she doubted a fall from this height would do her any good.

Once on the ground, she waited for the footsteps to draw closer. When he sounded close enough, she stepped around the corner, blocking his path. The man stopped in his tracks, obviously angry. "What the hell are you blocking my way for?" he shouted.

"Anything interesting in the bag?" Agent asked, nodding her head in the direction of the black bag slung over his shoulder.

"What's it to you?"

"It's my job to make sure you're not about to do something stupid," she explained, taking a step forward, "So what's in the bag?"

"Your job? I don't see anyone paying you to harass me!" The man reached into the bag and pulled out manilla files. "These are business sheets! Transactions! I live in the crappy side of the city and it's already late! You're putting me in more danger by wasting my time!" he shouted, "Now move!"

The man lunged forward, shoving Agent out of his way. His footsteps echoed as he ran to his home. Scratching her head, Agent thought on her choice. Maybe she shouldn't have stopped him. He seemed in a rush, sure, but was he really dangerous? Did having a bag and running really make someone seem dangerous?

Agent let out a long sigh and walked in the same direction the man ran in. He was right, she wasn't paid to do this, so why did she?

A scream rang out through the night, slicing through the silence. Agent raised her head in the direction and ran. This was why she chose to fight- to protect anyone who needed her help.

"No, please!" a woman pleaded. This woman was surrounded by about eight, maybe nine grown men dressed in stereotypical gang attire: white T-shirts, jean shorts, bandanas. Their attention was purely focused on the defenseless woman, until Agent called, "I wouldn't do that!"

Really? she chided herself internally, that's how you're going to get them off of her?

The group shifted their attention from the hysterical, crying woman to the vigilante. One of them laughed, though there was no emotion in it. It was just a sound, an ugly sound. "So this bitch wants to join the party?" one of them asked, his pants already zipped down.

"Why don't you bring the party over here?" Agent asked, getting into a boxer's stance.

More laughs rang from the men, and Agent's fists closed tighter. She just needed them to move their focus from the woman to her.

"Hey Trick, go get her," the leader commanded.

A tall, thin man made his way over to Agent and flipped open a pocket knife. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her more womanly assets. "A suit like that don't leave much to the imagination," he said, wiping the blade with his hand as he took slow steps forward. "Can't wait 'til I get to cut it open and taste that sweet-"

Before the man could finish his sentence, a shin smashed against his temple, instantly knocking him out. The knife in his hand hit the ground a few feet away from his unconscious body. The men were silent for a moment until the leader spoke up, "Get her!"

Before his lackeys went for the attack, the leader grabbed the woman and held her to his body. "We can have our fun while they deal with that," he chuckled, licking the victim's neck bottom to top.
@Holy Soldier
I'm in the process of creating a human martial artist. I should have her up soon!
@NacNak
Thanks! Rhema is just super busy with this film project he's doing for a festival. Should be able to drop in a post eventually. XD
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