”Maybe if you hit it hard enough, it’ll stop working.” Age: 24
Personality: Though quiet, Reese keeps an observant awareness on at almost all times. Her tongue is sharp, her words swapping between foul and honest, and she is willing to take advantage of opportunities, even if it demands risks with heavy prices to pay. Despite having yet to put someone under grave danger, she doesn’t mind using others to make things easier for herself when she could. She may not get angry often, but when she does, she uncharacteristically explodes into a fit of anger. A bit of an unreasonable character.
She also hates nacho cheese.
Attribute: Bludgeon [Conceptual]
Abilities: Every strike Reese consecutively lands on a physical entity with any physical weapon gains increasing damage against it. If she stops, then the effect of her attribute decays quickly. The first strike is identical to a typically built fighter’s strength, but a few more strikes lets her be able to tear through organic and non-organic materials alike. Reese usually uses an iron pipe, but frequently switches melee weapons with anything around her. To make up for her lack of flashy ranged combat, she wields an old Beretta Px4 Storm with limited ammunition.
Skills: Reese lies in the awkward position of having no true talent in anything, and resorts to possessing a myriad of decent skills from her old part-time jobs, including- but not limited to- cooking and doing laundry. She barely qualifies for having above average flexibility as a result of her physical capabilities, but she is terrible at being stealthy. Reese is atrocious at playing video games. The only thing she's notably good at is singing, but she never does it where someone could hear her- and it's also pretty useless for her in the long run.
History: On her 14st birthday, Reese received a note from her parents in their living room. The word “Sorry” was written on it.
Born in Chicago and living most of her life in New Jersey, Reese mostly lived a mundane, but normal life. The first fourteen years of her life generally remain shrouded in silence from others, though she isn’t against telling anyone how disappointing it sounded. After her parents ran out on her due to unpaid debts, she was taken in by two foster parents for the rest of her high school days. Her foster father frequently entered Rifts, which usually left Reese and her foster mother on their own for a handful of time every day. Reese eventually moved out to work on her own with various part-time jobs, making a quiet promise to return with a better job.
She worked with part-time jobs, lying about her age to acquire more jobs at once. Some found out and kicked her out, never allowing her to work again, but others never did. Though she was a terrible liar, her terrible attitude usually eased the annoyance of having to coerce people around her.
On her 23rd birthday, she was informed her foster mother had been sent to the hospital due to a physical illness.
Her foster father reportedly died inside a Rift a few days before.
Though she was later discharged three months later, her mother remained ill. Reese refused to acknowledge that she could help her mother due to her own poor income, but the thought of running out on her mother infuriated her. She absolutely seethed at the very idea. After all, only a certain two could piss her off just by remembering them.
Unaware of whether she acted out of kindness for her mother or pure arrogance against injustice, she swore to enter one of the Rifts and get her act together. She eventually dropped her part-time jobs and immediately headed into a Rift- and out of it.
She would make sure to bludgeon everything that got in her way.
Other: Reese can’t swim.
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