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The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

_Starring...

Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"

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@Kumbaris@BigPapaBelial

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Scarlet stands ready with Micheal and Amanda, awaiting orders. She listened as Amanda and Micheal spoke about the threat at hand, and nodded. A scenario she is slightly familiar with when searching for VIPs, often times small groups of combatants would monitor a group of buildings hot with traps and bombs. That way they'd easily take out large scores of their foes from the safety of whatever bunker they'd be holed up in. She knew right away, that with Amanda being... well a robot, and that with Micheal here, Scarlet would be needed here to provide fire support and defuse any bombs and traps that they might come across. Once Amanda turned to her and asked her to go with the others, she lifts a finger up. "Actually, with the way things are sounding, I think I might be needed here. I got enough firepower to cover the both of you, if things get sporty here." Scarlet looked around them, taking in the relatively quiet environment. "I doubt that we'll be dealing with a high concentration of enemy combatants, but even a very small number of armed people could be incredibly dangerous to people who lack combat capabilities." Scarlet said, gesturing to Micheal. "So in essence, I'm requesting permission to provide support to you and uhm... whoever you are...?" She turns to Micheal. "... I still haven't gotten your name." The homunculus gives a slight, awkward chortle in an unconscious attempt to convey a more friendly tone.

Once Micheal moved to the house, she lazily followed him there and watched as Raven worked on getting open the door. Scarlet gulps. She had a feeling that action could begin at any moment, so she slowly unzips her tactical bag of holding, and gently pulls out her AUG rifle from it. While Raven continues his attempt to pick the lock, Scarlet zips up her bag, brings the rifle to shoulder, adjusts a few knobs on the integral sight, slaps the bolt handle and disengages the safety. She brings the rifle up to shoulder, and takes aim at the door. She quietly speaks to Micheal and Raven. "Once you get the door, stand at the-" BANG! The shotgun blast did little to startle Scarlet, who simply pointed her rifle away momentarily to avoid friendly fire. "... sides." Scarlet sighed softly, before stacking up at the side of the door. She listens to Micheal as he speaks. Once he mentioned the MO and the traps, she nods. "Don't forget about landmines and IEDs... assuming these folks have the sophistication and class of your average evil paramilitary force." Scarlet said, her words dripping with venomous sarcasm. Her experience with evil paramilitary forces aren't what she would call the highlights of her life. She looks to the others for a moment, before looking Michael dead in the eyes. "All of you stay behind me. I got body armor and a rifle, so if shit hits the fan y'all would stand a better chance at surviving whatever happens." Scarlet said.

Once Micheal opened the door from the safest distance he could muster, Scarlet immediately walked inside with her rifle raised. She used similar fluid movements that folks would often see Spec Ops or SWAT do in the movies when it came to clearing buildings, but with the knowledge that the building was trapped, she moved at a much slower pace, making sure to watch her step and to keep an eye out for hostile activity. The building itself was rather old and rickety, with mold lining up some parts of the wall. However, the soft buzz of old flickering flourescent tube lights revealed the fact that this building was indeed occupied as previously suggested, so Scarlet kept her guard up, as well as her rifle. She made slow careful steps through the hallway, almost tiptoeing and watching every step she took. A quick glance down, and a quick glance up. A quick glance down, and a quick glance up. A quick glance down. Ah, shit.

Scarlet immediately stopped in her tracks, and held up her left hand in a closed fist, a standard NATO hand signal for HOLD POSITION. She made another signal, a diagonal slashing motion across her neck and chest, another standard signal for DANGER AREA. Looking down, she made note of a particular trap. "Clever bastards." Scarlet whispered to herself. Slowly, she slung her rifle onto her shoulder and let it hang on her side. She smoothly crouched in what appears to be a rug of sorts, occupying a large space ahead of her in a hallway. A closer look would reveal a gentle indent in a certain space. "Everyone stand back." She whispered, gesturing everyone to get behind her. She gently removes the rug, moving it in the most careful way she could muster. Most of what was below it was rotten hardwood floor, but there was a circular opening with a cylindrical object inside of it. Scarlet sighed once she looked at it.

"Soviet PMN mine. A battlefield classic." Scarlet sighed quietly. "Not something you can defuse with standard kits like with IEDs. In order to clear this thing I'm gonna have to blow it up." Scarlet whispered, before smirking a little. "But if y'all hate fun and like having hazards around, we can just stay clear of it and leave it here." Scarlet shrugged. "Up to you."

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

_Starring...

Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"

Interactions

@Kumbaris @BigPapaBelial @13org

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Scarlet continued to look at Amanda, trying her best not to stare for too long by glancing around, but her gaze always rested on the android. Once Amanda approached her and clarified that she is indeed a robot, Scarlet nodded, still transfixed. "Huh. And here I thought that they only existed in Hollywood. Shows me what I know I guess." Scarlet shrugged, chortling just a little, as to make herself a little less awkward. It helps to play it cool when living under a rock was a real possibility. Maybe everyone present except Scarlet knew that robots existed from the very getgo? Well, they are OMR, they do have access to more information and knowledge than a civilian like her would. Regardless, Amanda continued, and noted that this was her first time in Europe. Scarlet smiled just a little. "Just finished a VIP protection contract in Bosnia, happened to be in the neighborhood when the OMR called." She reached out and took Amanda's hand, giving it a firm shake. "Contractor Scarlet Rubashka, callsign Venom Bean. The pleasure's mine." Scarlet let go, standing up straight. "Uhm..." She looked around, trying to get as much context of the situation as possible. "... you're in charge here, right? If I am speaking to Agent Amanda Duvais, then that would mean that I am under your command."

Before she could ask any questions, a loud cry derailed her train of thought. Her instincts immediately assumed that someone was in danger, causing the homunculus to turn to the source almost immediately, but in just a second, she was able to determine the source and intention. She listened intently, and after determining that the noise was deliberate, Scarlet sighed in relief. Also there's a Bigfoot-looking creature emerging from the woods. A squatch as they call them in some TV shows. Scarlet looked at the creature for quite a while. She's seen a few of them in the form of TV footage before, but she thought they were only local to the United States. Figuring that there were things at play that were beyond her knowledge, Scarlet elected to ignore it.

"That's a funny nickname!" Scarlet heard from beside her. She turned to the source of the voice, a little confused. "Uh...? Oh! Venom Bean! Right!" Scarlet smiled. "Yeah uh... that one actually has a story to it. Normally for other people it would be a little embarrassing but I find it endearing." Scarlet admitted. She listened to Faye's introduction, and nodded with a smile. "Scarlet Rubashka, but I'm sure you heard it already if you heard Venom Bean." Scarlet said with a soft chortle of her own. "Just an ordinary woman with a bag of holding, and a whole lot of firepower." Scarlet said, putting her hands on her hips and flashing a subtle but proud smirk. "Blinking and portals is definitely useful though, that would've saved my ass in a pinch on so many deployments. But yeah, the pleasure's mine." Scarlet would've loved to continue making conversation with Agent Hayward, but before she could even say another word, duty called. "Uh... I think the guy who talked to the sasquatch just now is asking for my help, so uh... yeah. To be continued!" Scarlet immediately made her way over to Micheal, and followed him to the house.

Once she met up with Mike, she did some stretches. "Hey uh... person. I don't think we've met. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing here, but..." She turns to Amanda, if she were there as well, before turning back to Mike. "...yeah." She'd had to admit, she felt so out of place here without any context or orders. Judging from the ambient conversations she's overheard, there may have been bad guys here? And that this place was filled with booby traps of some kind. She can't draw any conclusions as she wasn't part of these conversations, but hopefully she'll know enough to get her job done. Assuming she was given one to do. "So uhm... what's going on here?" Scarlet asked.

*Supernatural Agency/Agencies RP*

@ActRaiserTheReturned Sorry, at the moment I have my plate full. But if my schedule is free I might return. :)

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

_Starring...

Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"

Interactions

@Kumbaris

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_{A few hours earlier}

You get what you pay for when it comes to cheap hotel rooms. Off-white walls, smooth wooden floors, a single stiff bed, a tiny bathroom, and a small CRT television all form what is essentially a German version of Motel 6. However, in comparison to where she roomed up at in Bosnia, this place was far less nightmare-inducing to Scarlet. Laying on top of the bed in her beloved Jurassic Park t-shirt and a comfortable pair of sweats, Scarlet scooped out handfuls of Fruit Gushers, shoving them all into her mouth as her eyes stayed glued to the television. On screen, a trio of old human ladies in pink dresses appear, surrounding the orc protagonist. All three of them walk around him and encircle him, all cradling their rolling pins menacingly. The strings flare up as the camera spins around the lead. The camera cuts to one of the old ladies, who smirks evilly. As soon as she opens her mouth, Scarlet speaks her lines in unison.

"Looky here, ladies! Another unsuspecting ponce!" Scarlet smirked with a little pride, having said the lines almost perfectly herself. She stuffs her face with another four fruit gushers as the scene transitions into a surprisingly well choreographed action sequence. The ladies all gang up on the protagonist, who tries to defend himself the best he can. Left hook here, right hook there. The protagonist takes a rolling pin straight to the head, and the camera shows the destruction of the pin in all of its lovely detail. With a hard kick, the protagonist sends one of the ladies flying through a series of pallets, the wooden shipping pallets coming apart with some satisfying crunches! One of the ladies pulls out a revolver and presses it against the back of the orc's head. He twists around, bringing his elbow up to-

A familiar digital tone threw Scarlet out of the movie. On the endstand next to her spartan bed, the phone continued to ring as if were an alarm clock of its own. Scarlet groaned and muted the television, putting her fruit gushers aside to reach for the phone. "Urgh... Had to come in when it got good. Pricks." The homunculus groaned as she sat up in bed to better reach her cell phone. She pressed the Answer button and brought the phone up to her ear. "Go."

A masculine German accent spoke on the other end. "Hello, may I speak to Scarlet Rubashka?"

Scarlet sighed and leaned up against the headrest of her bed. "Speaking."

"Alright. Apologies for the intrusion. This is Agent Müller calling on behalf of the Organization of Magical Regulation." Scarlet's eyes widened a little, her surprise bringing a little more energy to her.

She sat up straight and listened intently. "Oh, uh... no, it's fine. I was just watching a movie. What's up?"

"Before we begin, I just want to ask you one question. Are you currently open to taking contracts?"

Scarlet blinked. "Well, uhm... it depends, really. I just got back from my last one eight hours ago." Scarlet immediately noted the suspiciously small gap between a closed contract and a new offer. The OMR must've been pulling a few strings to get her number. She rubbed the back of her neck. "How much are you offering?"

"Similar rate as to what your previous client paid you, and if you do your job well, we'll throw in some bonuses too." Agent Müller continued. "All necessary expenses, such as food, travel and car rental, will be covered within reason. Just be sure to keep your receipts so we can properly reimburse you."

Scarlet stretched and brought her legs to the floor, putting in some effort to stand up. She stretched out her arms, and then brought her phone back to her ear. "Okay, I'm listening."

"I'll keep this brief. Most of the details regarding the job will be given to you at our branch headquarters in Frankfurt."

"Frankfurt?" Scarlet blinked. That was a half hour drive from where she was currently holed up at. "... That's... erm... never mind. Go ahead."

"Don't worry, we'll answer any and all relevant questions when we have the time. Regardless, here's the situation." Agent Müller's cadence had no trace of change. "Two agents on a weapons smuggling case had to be reassigned to a high priority case in North America. The team assigned to the weapons smuggling case is now down two critical members, and we are looking for individuals skilled in armed security and crisis response. Considering your recent trip to Bosnia, I'd say that you qualify for the moment."

Scarlet looked out the window, her eyes widening a little. "Wait, how did you-"

"As I said, all will be answered at Frankfurt." Agent Müller replied. "Will we be seeing you there?"

Scarlet sighed. She remained silent for a moment, considering her options. While her last contract did pay out quite a bit, almost all of it would be gone in a month to erase her remaining debts. She could use some cash to actually fall on. Get her better hotels than this, and maybe settle down somewhere nice. Get a nice car, have a VCR and watch movies anytime she liked, living life like a human being. The thoughts of a future that is actually attainable to her made her lips curl slightly into a smile.

Scarlet brought her phone back up to her ear. "And here I thought I was gonna be watching some Skinemax tonight. I'll be there in an hour."

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_Present

Out of all of the contracts Scarlet took in her four year mercenary career, Scarlet would find it hard to place it among the worst. The payout looked pretty good, she had a sign on bonus, and a lot of her expenses would be paid already. Shortly after the phonecall, Scarlet got dressed in more appropriate clothing, and gathered all of her personal items. She picked up a rental car and drove to the OMR's Frankfurt office to discuss the job in detail, and before long she had a decent idea of what she was in for. It seems as if the OMR are trying to look into a large scale network of illegal sales of small arms. Scarlet found it quite easy to identify most of the weapons that were in the surveillance photos. They were Soviet-bloc weapons alright. Makarovs, Kalashnikovs, even a few RPG-7s for good measure, and that's just naming a few. She's seen plenty during her deployments, in the hands of friendlies and hostiles alike. A lot of the weapons in question seemed to be in the hands of various criminal groups. As pointed out by the one briefing her, such groups would be ideologically opposed to one another under normal circumstances. Scarlet was familiar with dealings like that, sometimes arms dealers liked to sell weapons to both sides of any given conflict. It often earned them a lot of money through the sheer factor of force escalation. As for the reason why she was called in on such short notice (and offered some serious perks), it turns out that there was no available agents in the area that could fill in for those that were reassigned. They simply tapped the web for any available contractors that happened to be in the area, and Scarlet's previous client sent them a referral. Scarlet believed that the story checked out. The contract they handed her had similar rules and stipulations to the others she's taken before. Follow orders within reason, avoid civilian casualties, etc. There didn't seem to be any stipulations in it that had any ridiculous requirements. Scarlet signed it, numbers were exchanged, and she was sent on her way.

The city streets of Frankfurt proved to be a bit of an adjustment to Scarlet. She's grown accustomed to warzones, being back in a far less apocalyptic place was slightly jarring to her. Following the directions she's been given to where the team is headed, it wasn't long before she was cruising through the German countryside. The shiny red '89 Honda Prelude she rented contrasted slightly against the more muted domestic vehicles she passed by, but it didn't matter to her. The car was quite fun to drive. Visibility was good, the wind felt nice against her skin, and the car cornered quite well. She might consider buying one of these in the future once she's back in the States. As she drove through the countryside, she bopped her head and gyrated her shoulders to the music, belting out the lyrics in her rather unpracticed singing voice. She did consider playing her mixtape, but 1995's hottest track came up on the radio, and Scarlet had no choice but to crank up the volume.

"Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise... Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise..." Scarlet bopped her head to the song, looking out for the destination given to her. The place that she was going to was described to be a compound of sorts. Though in Scarlet's opinion, calling it a compound was a bit generous. "Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise... Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise..."

Eventually, she spotted it in the distance. She continued driving along the beaten road, rolling up the windows and turning down the volume. She found her turn once the black sedans revealed themselves from the bushes, and brought the car in next to them. Those nearby could hear the subtle thumps of bass from the car, the muffled melody revealing Coolio's hit track to those listening. Scarlet sighed and put the car into park. The windows were closed, the engine was shut off, and once Scarlet stepped out, the doors were locked. She took a great big look at the compound ahead of her. While she has been in worse, this one wasn't what she'd call inviting. It was the kind that looked like was wired with traps and the like, and filled with all kinds of nasty drugs. And maybe nasty people. Scarlet thought to herself. Her eyes shifted from the compound to those inspecting it, and she got a good look of the team from a relatively decent distance. A bit more diverse than she was expecting, to say the least.

Knowing what she was generally getting into, Scarlet immediately went to work. At the moment, all she was wearing was just some well fit jeans, armored boots, a heather black t-shirt, a basic black gaiter and a large 'fanny pack' of sorts that hung next to her right hip. That pouch in particular was a magical one, one that led into a much larger space hidden away by a zipper. Opening up the zipper revealed an inky black darkness beyond. Scarlet reached into the void and pulled out a well-folded black plate carrier. Then came the knee pads, and then the plate inserts. She assembled her body armor in a rather short amount of time, and once all of that was done, she pulled out her black baseball cap, and put her ponytail through the opening in the back. Examining her reflection in the car's window, she smirked a little to herself. She looked like a proper mercenary. She threw a pair of finger guns at her reflection, and smirked a little. "Lookin' good~" Scarlet said to her reflection. With all of the traveling she had to do, Scarlet never had time to apply any makeup on herself. First impressions are quite important, and a good one could give you an advantage. An advantage that can offset the fact that Scarlet is less than the human she appears to be.

No, not today. Think positive. Positive thoughts. Scarlet thought to herself. She took a few deep breaths, and straightened herself out. Yeah. You're fine, you're okay. You got this. And with that, she turned to the rest of the team and headed in their direction.

Scarlet walked up to the group. As she approached them, she reached into her pouch and fished for her OMR-issued contractor ID. Finding it quickly, she brought it up for everyone to see. She cleared her throat briefly to get everyone's attention. "Hey there. Contractor Scarlet Rubashka, callsign Venom Bean, at your service." Scarlet pocketed her ID and curtsied with a playful smirk. She quickly stood back up with a slight pep. "Frankfurt sent me here to fill in for one of your reassigned agents, and as far as I know, I was assigned to this team for the purposes of armed security and crisis response. I didn't have enough time to look any personnel records or dossiers, but hopefully I'll get to know y'all better in time." Scarlet said, her Midwestern United States dialect rearing its ugly head. "I'm totally down for answering any questions y'all might have for me, so uh... yeah."

"For the record, I uh... I came here without much information in regards to this place and what I'm supposed to do here. So if anyone-" Scarlet stopped midsentence once her eyes fell on Amanda. Scarlet froze with her mouth slightly agape and blinked several times. She remained silent for a few seconds, blinked again, and managed to speak. "Uhm, I uh... I feel very rude for asking but uhm... are you a robot?" Scarlet asked, tilting her head. "Or a golem of some sort?"

Will I Heal? (Psychological / Sci-Fi / Fantasy)

Scarlet "Venom Bean" Rubashka

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Name: Scarlet Rubashka (Nicknamed "Venom Bean" during Hendrix peacekeeping deployment)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (Female Leaning)
Species: Human (Replicant)
Home Planet: Earth
Home City: Cleveland
Race Notes: I'm what is known as a "Replicant". For those unaware, I'm simply just an synthetically created human being made to be pressed out into certain services. My brain is natural, but it once belonged to a dead person, and I still retain many of their memories. Replicant created by Hinderford Industries, made as part of the Human Combat Readiness Program for the Unified Republic Defense Forces. Individual was released from Hinderford Custody after subject failed to meet URDF Replicant Readiness standards.

_{Physical Profile}
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⋆ Height: 5'8" (1.73 m)
⋆ Weight: 180 lbs. (81.6 kg)
⋆ Build: Toned, Slightly Curvy
⋆ Hair Colour: Dark Brown
⋆ Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Profile Details: I can best be described as an African American woman with bronze skin, with some freckles. I like to think that I have some muscle definition, and I think my curves make me appear more feminine as well. At the moment I have two temporary prosethetic legs, and it will be quite a few months until my legs properly regenerate. I also have a faded black star tattoo that's on my back. Typically I keep my hair up in a ponytail, but I'm willing to change my hairstyle to whatever's required. I'm willing to wear work uniforms, but under normal circumstances, I just wear basic dark clothing, and maybe camofluaged trousers from my previous deployments.

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_{Psychology Profile}
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Likes:
⋆ Pulse weapons
⋆ Action vids and hologames
⋆ Tomboys

Dislikes:
⋆ Unreasonable figures of authority
⋆ Fanatics and intolerant individuals
⋆ That fucking plasma sword that cut my legs off

Fears:
⋆ Not being good enough
⋆ Being treated as less than human
⋆ Not knowing who I really am

_{Personality Profile}
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⋆ Behavior towards others is: Ambiverted. She'll talk and converse with small groups of people, but she doesn't do too well in crowds.
⋆ Assistance of the patients: If she has the energy to do so, she'll do her best to render assistance to others, or otherwise "get the job done". Often has patience for the patients, but not for surrounding circumstances. However, in moments where her energy and morale are low, she will only lend assistance if it isn't too difficult for her.
⋆ Temper: 5 - Very friendly with others, but prone to lose her cool when things are made "unnecessarily difficult" for her. Often tries to lighten things up with quips or one liners in order to "stay sane". Currently in the process of learning how to calm down in these situations.
⋆ Patience: 4 - Most of her patience is typically with other individuals she admits to labelling as "friendlies", and often times she's shown to be willing to work with them and give them the benefit of the doubt. However, environmental circumstances and hostile individuals that make things "unnecessarily difficult" often get her worked up. As per the above, is in the process of learning exercises on how to calm down, and is using some of the "sniper training" implanted into her memory to assist.
⋆ Confrontation: 6 - Her militaristic background grants her the tools necessary to resolve conflicts, but with her experience in peacekeeping, she's wise enough to know when and how to enter one. Given her recent "incident" from her last Hendrix deployment, she seems slightly less inclined to jump into or cause conflicts.
⋆ Anxiety: 5 - Despite what she says on her application, her 'past' does have an effect on her. The upbringing of her brain's previous owner has left her with a form of Imposter Syndrome, as well as worries of not being "good enough". Pep talks often work as very easy short term fixes, but this is something to look into later. So far it hasn't interfered with her duties.
⋆ Intelligence level: 6 - Most of her intelligence comes from her knowledge of media and military related subjects. However, despite enhancements given to her by Hinderford, the improper handling of her brain has made her slightly impaired in other fields of intelligence. She finds it difficult to think in intense situations, and this has been a detriment to her occasionally.
⋆ Charisma level: 5 - While her friendly and casual nature often makes her an easy woman to approach, unfortunately she cannot keep a conversation going for very long. Her habitual topics mostly come in the forms of media she's consumed, both in her present life and her previous. Like the previous owner of her brain, she displays a very awkward nature that often betrays her.
⋆ Energy levels: 7 - Her military implants, as well as her manufactured nature, has allowed her to become a very skilled operative. In various combat simulations, Scarlet has proven herself well in multiple cases. However, while her manufactured origin lends itself to having some biological upgrades, she is still a human being in the end, and requires rest after lots of work, be it mental or physical.

_{Qualifications}
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After several simulations, Scarlet has proven herself to be an adequate diver. She has demonstrated ability to adjust to changing conditions, often creating new plans on the fly. Her combat background has lent herself an advantage in organizing proper strategies against presented threats, but has also lent herself to be a good team player too. Despite her mental, physical and social limitations, she does have what some might call heart. Her kindness and willingness to help others allows her to go beyond these limitations in most cases. At this present moment, given her current circumstances, she'll do best at filling a supporting role for more qualified divers. Below is what she wrote on her application, and background checks have corroborated the information she has given us.

Well, be prepared for a big ass exposition dump. Grab a drink and maybe some snacks, it'll be a bit.

I've been a replicant for 4 years. My brain once belonged to man named Mitchell, who lived a very boring, mundane life. He spent most of his life consuming media in the form of hologames and vids, being moderators on holonet sites that often catalogued media conventions and held discussions on them. He grew up in a rather unloving household that expected a lot out of him. He died in a work-related accident, where his brain was intact enough to be donated to science. The company that made me purchased that brain for pennies on the dollar, scanned it proper, made my body, and then that's how I came to be. That's the short of it, anyway. As far as I was aware, I was part of some super soldier program. I was implanted with a variety of skill-related memories, allowing me to operate weapons, vehicles and a variety of military equipment. As Mitchell dreamed of being an action hero that he saw in the vids (as well as looking like a woman like me), my brain was a good candidate I suppose. But when I came to and performed all of the necessary tests, I was told that I was a washout and a failure, for reasons I don't know. They kicked me to the curb, and I was on my own.

I lived in public housing for a bit, but shortly after I got my mind and identity together, I figured out what I wanted to do. Rather than trying to start everything from scratch, I decided to use what they gave me. That and Mitchell's dream of being an action hero did appeal to me still. I trained and qualified to become a licensed private security contractor. I qualified for the use of automatic firearms and military vehicles, and all of these qualifications allowed me to find work for a private security company. I worked a peacekeeping contract for about three years in a newly inducted Republic world, and I've seen quite a bit of action. Nothing serious, thankfully, as I never needed to take my pulse weapons off 'stun'. However, what cut my deployment short was a rather violent conflict I participated in. We tried our best to negotiate peacefully with a group of fanatics, but (predictably) they weren't keen on listening. I was one of the rather numerous 34 wounded in that fight, as both of my legs were essentially sliced off by a rather sharp plasma sword. That's a story in of itself, actually, but needless to say, it wasn't as painful as I thought. Still hurt like hell though.

Since I no longer have my legs, I have to use prosethetics in order to get around. While they are enough to help me live a normal life, the company I worked for wouldn't let me back on deployment until my legs fully regenerate, as the prosethetics don't lend much of an advantage in heavy combat situations. The doctors told me that the regenerative therapy is working quite well, and I should have my legs back in four months. With other factors considered, such as checkups and the required physical therapy, they told me that I can be deployed in 6 months at the very least. My current employers gave me permission to seek temporary work elsewhere while I remain on leave, but if you need to communicate with them, you can reach them at Hendrix Tactical LLC | Sapient Resources. If you need references, you can ask for either David Anderson or Nyreen Vakarian, as both of them are my commanding officers.

Despite the sob story I just wrote, I believe all of the above would lend me quite a few advantages for this job. Since I'm temporarily parapalegic, being an APER diver would allow me to use my full set of skills regardless of my current disability. The memories of my past are a little murky, as they belonged to another person (or... old me, however you want to put it), so I don't have much of a past to tie me down. Being kicked to the curb by the people who manufactured me taught me how to adjust to changing conditions on the fly, which is something that I applied at my job at Hendrix. The skills and memories implanted into me have given me a wide variety of military-related skills that I can work with, and my peacekeeping contract has allowed me to utilize techniques of de-escalation more often than not.

All of that being said, I look forward to meeting all of you!

OOC Notes and Changelog

Heya! I figured it'll be a little fun if I wrote this CS as if it were Scarlet's actual employment application. I built a little bit of my own lore here to build up the character, so I hope you don't mind. As always, be sure to let me know if there's any changes that I should make. Sneaked in a few references in there too. The character sheet itself will probably be filled out more as the game continues.
<sub>Face Claim: Aiyana Lewis

Changelog</sub>
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8/23/2021 A - Created character sheet.
8/23/2021 B - Inspired by Lucky's character sheet, I decided to add some APER Program notes to provide a clearer picture of Scarlet. I hope you don't mind me plagiarizing! lol
8/23/2021 C - Added the renegade symbol tattoo to physical profile.
8/23/2021 D - Fixed a "bug" introduced from a "previous build". Colors and formatting should be showing up now. Also added a sentence under NAME and RACE NOTES that was supposed to be there previously but wasn't. Whoops!
8/25/2021 - Removed a word that shouldn't be there.

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The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Scarlet "Venom Bean" Rubashka

_{Punished "Venom Bean"}

_______________________________________________ Scarlet "Venom Bean" Rubashka _______________________________________________ Homunculus | 25 | African American _______________________________________________ Single | ♀ | Bisexual (Female-leaning) _______________________________________________ Implanted Education | Non-OMR Contractor _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5'-8" (1.73 m) • Weight | 180 lbs. (81.6 kg) • Build | Toned, Slightly Curvy • Hair Colour | Dark Brown • Eye Colour | Dark Brown • Face Claim | Aiyana Lewis Tactical Bag of Holding ___________________________________ [+] //Weapons: • Steyr AUG A1 | The iconic bullpup that captured the hearts of many rifle owners since its appearance in the first Die Hard movie. With a decent barrel length, good ammo capacity and an integrated scope, it serves well as Scarlet's main service weapon. Has various accessories for it, including suppressors and various ammo types. Chambered in 5.56x45mm NATO. • Barrett M90 | A bolt-action anti-materiel rifle. With the advent of magical weaponry and armor, the need for larger rifles grew. Scarlet is out of practice with this weapon, but has used it in a few deployments. Managed to get her first headshot with it when fighting against a hostile biker gang during her service alongside the OMR. Comes with a scope that's equipped with a magically enhanced rangefinder. Chambered in .50 BMG, multiple ammo types. • Glock 21 | The law enforcement pistol. Used the world over by just about everyone and their mother, the Glock is a trademark heard in the news, and in rap songs for good reason. This particular model chambers the powerful .45 round, the orc-stopping caliber often associated with 1911 pistols. Slightly customized with larger magazines, an improved grip and an internally threaded barrel to fit a custom suppressor, this serves as Scarlet's standard duty sidearm. Gen 2, chambered in .45 ACP with multiple ammo types. • Stun Rod | A magical non-lethal tool used to stun targets. Charged from ambient energy over time (as well as from a charging station), the rod can deliver a painful jolt that could knock a target as large as an Orc down within a second. However, it can only be used so many times before needing to be recharged. It also doubles as a flashlight. //Misc: • Strike Plates | Always worn when on duty, these interceptor plates are often worn within plate carriers. The plates themselves are capable of absorbing most physical attacks and some magical attacks due to the material they are made out of, but they aren't infallible. The plates themselves are lightweight and are often worn in conforming and overlapping configurations. • Flashbangs | Small grenades meant to non-lethally incapacitate targets. Carries a magical effect that both temporarily blinds and stuns creatures within a room, or in a 30-feet radius. • Bomb Defusal Kit | A kit built to defuse most bombs, some magical. While Scarlet isn't an expert in using it, she has it on hand just in case. • Thieves' Tools | Lockpicks, slim jims, handheld mirrors and the like can be quite handy when trying to get through doors.

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Scarlet can best be described as an African American woman with bronze skin, complete with freckles that dot her face. Other than usually looking sleep deprived, she has two small scars on her right cheek, as well as a larger scar on the left side of her forehead. She also has a blade scar on left side of her neck. She has a few more on her back and arms, with many more on her legs and some on her sides. Recently gained two bullet-wound scars on her left shoulder, entrance and exit. She has some defined muscles that make her look a little tougher than most women her size, being at 5'8". However, the only muscles on display are often her arms as she wears basic black T-shirts and skinny cargo pants that match whatever environment she is in. Her feminine curves share their prominence with her musculature, enough to be noticeable but in no way hindering. She normally has her hair in a ponytail of sorts, but she can change her dark brown hair to whatever suits the occasion. When on the job, she often wears gaiters, face paint, caps, and dark tactical clothes and armor in order to help her blend in with the night, and to prevent her from being identified. Her 'work wear' may vary from job to job, but almost always she dons on her soft body armor to allow faster movement, and to protect her from basic street-level attacks. Full Size Images (Current State and Healthier State) Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ While she's got a big enough heart to do good things when she can (or at least when they're convenient), most of the time the 'nerd' side of her personality takes center stage. With her fixation on movies and video games, she tries to use her knowledge of them to her advantage to read out situations and recognize patterns. Her knowledge gained from her military deployments have given her plenty in the way of using her brain for coming up with logical solutions to any given problem, whether it would be in the form of tactical operations or fixing a faucet leak. She tries to be casual and easy going, but often finds herself a bit nervous in large groups and a litany of other social situations. Her awkwardness stems from her propensity for being rather lonely, as well as a hopeless romantic. She often struggles with her slightly hazy past, as well as the fact that she's a failed experiment, but she tries her best not to let that get her down. When the going gets tough, she tries to make light of the situation by making jokes and references, but when all else fails, she becomes more cold and distant. She doesn't react too well to fear either, often masking it with lame quips and maybe a lot of cursing. With that being said, she does have a huge soft spot for cute critters and she is rather gentle with children and animals.

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Scarlet was not always Scarlet. 25 years ago, she was born as a man named Mitchell Shephard. As Mitchell, she grew up in a rather unloving household. Much was asked of her, and she was always held up to high expectations. She coped mainly by watching cartoons and going through her massive library of VHS tapes, pretty much growing up behind a CRT screen. She got above average grades in school, and lived an otherwise boring life. However, she didn't apply herself as much as much in school as her parents wanted her to, as she believed that she had no future with the Abomination lurking beyond the stars. She grew up wanting to be an actor, wanting to be some kind of action hero that would save the day, but she had a feeling that it was a pipe dream. The existence of the Abomination put her in a state of depression and had her pursue a life of true hedonism, as she believed that with the world ending, there was no point of pursuing her goals anymore. Scarlet turned 19. The world didn't end. She was just as surprised as almost everyone else when it turned out that the abomination was defeated. Her parents celebrated, but Scarlet felt empty and almost dead inside for quite a while. She continued on her routine, not even bothering to put in the effort to change her gender presentation when she learned that she was actually trans. She worked a shit job, got shit pay, and lived life for another two years. Shortly after she turned 21, she got absolutely wasted, and rode on the back of a motorcycle being driven by another drunk. Needless to say, she was killed in an accident shortly after.

Her unloved upbringing, while traumatizing, also turned Scarlet into a kind soul. The moment she got her state ID (and later her Driver's License), she listed herself as an Organ Donor. Just about every part of her body was used for those who needed it. Typically, brains are cremated with the rest of one's remains before being buried. However, as per Scarlet's own request on her organ donor form, her brain was to be donated too. A company, who was working on all kinds of medical magic and technology, purchased Scarlet's brain for pennies on the dollar and revived it. After probing her head a bit, they learned of her ideal body, her rather nerdy interests, and her wishes to become an action hero. And so the company, through the use of magic 3D printers, created her ideal body, and implanted her brain with corresponding muscle memory and knowledge on the use of vehicles and firearms. She was drilled military discipline into her unconsciousness. What happened in her previous life was made foggier by attempts to erase it. Her brain was properly transported into her new body, and she was brought back to life. Scarlet woke up, and felt a sense of joy and euphoria once she found out what kind of body she had. After getting a feel of her new body, Scarlet answered numerous questions given to her by the scientists in charge. After hours of diagnostics and questioning, the results were in. Scarlet was a failure. Of what, she wouldn't know. But the company kicked her to the curb, and told her "good luck". Scarlet is now a homunculus, and she was on her own now.

From then on, Scarlet had to find her own way around. She initially had to crash at her friend's place until she got back on her feet, but as she got used to her new body and did some odd jobs, she found out that she was really good at fighting, shooting and driving. This led her into a criminal lifestyle of sorts, having to turn to unscrupulous work just to keep the lights on. The nerdy parts of her past life gave her an edge, as she was able to recognize patterns and irregularities in her environment. In that time, she got herself a new forged ID, with her new name "Scarlet Rabushka", based on the Red Shirts she's seen in her VHS collection of Star Trek, having felt almost as disposable as they were. It wasn't until 2 years after her reawakening that she found out that she could be a licensed contractor, in which she can do these 'odd jobs' that involved fighting, shooting and driving but in a more legal manner. She easily qualified for such a license (having a forged ID with no criminal records helped), and got her start doing security work. Every now and then, she got to be the action hero she dreamed of, but for the most part, it was mostly just boring patrol work. In that time, she earned her codename "Venom Bean", based off of an inside joke regarding Sean Bean and the Metal Gear games. Her exploits in smaller jobs got her contracted in places other than the United States, ending up in places like South Africa and Australia. With more experience under her belt as well as a few new expensive toys in her tactical bag of holding, she made her way into Bosnia on a NATO contract to extract some VIPs before they were slaughtered by Serbian death squads. Her mission was a close shave, but successful. Having used her quick thinking and all of her skills, she managed to keep the VIPs alive through the entire harrowing trip. She was well compensated, but she was still in debt from all of the investments she's made earlier in her gear. She could easily pay it back if she took on easier contracts for the next six months.

After completing her contract in a German NATO safehouse, she found herself with an equally lucrative contract from the Organization of Magical Regulation. While she has worked a handful of contracts for organizations like NATO and the CIA, she never worked a contract for OMR before. It wasn't long before she ended up signing on contract to fulfil the duty of Armed Security and Crisis Response. Not everyone in the OMR was an armed combatant, so when the chips went down, it was up to her to throw hot lead and bring everyone out of the fire. If Scarlet played her cards right, she could pay off all of her debts and then some. And if they kept giving her contracts like this, she won't ever have to worry about money ever again. But the investigation she was attached to turned up beyond the ordinary...

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Badass Normal | Scarlet has no special abilities of her own, other than her imprinted memories on the operation of various weapons, vehicles and equipment. From criminal to contractor, she can pick locks, field strip most firearms and reassemble them, drive most vehicles at high speeds with precision and skill, perform CQC, and do other tactical stuff. Since most of these memories were imprinted, however, she doesn't have perfect form when it comes to performing them. Since it is simply imprinted muscle memory, she's slightly 'rusty' when it comes to moves she's done before in her career, and will be awkward when it comes to things she hasn't done before. Regardless of style, she has a lot of skills in that kitted out brain of hers.

Tactical Bag of Holding | Scarlet always has a small bag of holding that she has on her persons at all times. What looks like a brown leather fanny pack on her right hip is a large storage of weapons and equipment that she can use to her advantage. The bag itself was far from cheap, but it has given her an edge in almost every situation. It is made out of good quality leather, and thanks to the artificing involved, it is resistant to most types of damage. While the bag can be destroyed and Scarlet could lose access to all the items stored inside, she did pay extra for a warranty rune that would transfer the bag's contents to another in such a case. In one moment, she could look like an unassuming tourist, and in the next, she's a commando out for blood.

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Likes}

• Movies (particularly of the action variety)
• Sports cars (particularly with pop-up headlights)
• Modern firearms
• Playstation 1 games, like Spyro the Dragon and Crash Bandicoot
• Personal Computers
• Tomboys
• 80s Guilty Pleasure Pop Hits
• Pizza Pizza Pizza
• Singing karaoke

_Dislikes

• Higher Gods (she believes that they're a little pompous)
• Bigots
• Rich People/Politicians ("Powerful Assholes" as she calls them, has assassinated 2)
• Macs
• Alcohol
• The Abomination
• Her parents

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OOC Notes and Changelog

This is created from an old template sheet. Feel free to let me know if there are any changes that need to be made! Also, this sheet will always be updated and changed as I work through my 2 years worth of rust. The changelog is below.

Also, I know Venom Snake wasn't called Venom Snake until Metal Gear Solid 5: The Phantom Pain came out. But let's pretend that Hideo Kojima called Venom Snake Venom Snake ever since he made the first Metal Gear games in this continuity. lol

_Changelog
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8/22/2021 - First creation of sheet.
8/23/2021 A - Added metric conversions to physical height and weight.
8/23/2021 B - Merged changelog with OOC notes for better consistency.
8/24/2021 A - Changed some species references to classify Scarlet as a homunculus. Also changed her sidearm into a Gen 2 Glock 21 for historical accuracy.
8/24/2021 B - Changed Scarlet's main service weapon from the M-16A2 to the AUG A1, due to its practicality and in-character reasons.
1/14/2022 - Restored missing images and removed the SPAS-12 Shotgun from Scarlet's inventory.
1/18/2022 - Updated Scarlet's FC picture for something more realistic and representative, basically taking a color version of the original photo and adding a few battle scars and sleep-deprived eye rings. Updated appearance description to match.
2/18/2022 - Updated the description of Scarlet's Tactical Bag of Holding.
5/14/2023 - Added a photo of Scarlet that shows her off in a more healthy state. Updated personality to better reflect the Scarlet shown in-game. Updated appearance description with a much more realistic quantity of scars to reflect her profession, and added scar from the last firefight. Added some details to her weapon descriptions. Revised her backstory to give her more period-accurate hobbies, to include her service in Bosnia, and to clarify her motivations for signing on as a contractor for the OMR. Cleared up her likes and dislikes, and added gag link in the likes section. Updated the number of scars in images.
10/29/2023 - Removed outdated link.

Will I Heal? (Psychological / Sci-Fi / Fantasy)

@Lyla Here she is! Feel free to ask me any questions, or let me know if I need to make any changes. :)

Scarlet "Venom Bean" Rubashka

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Name: Scarlet Rubashka (Nicknamed "Venom Bean" during Hendrix peacekeeping deployment)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (Female Leaning)
Species: Human (Replicant)
Home Planet: Earth
Home City: Cleveland
Race Notes: I'm what is known as a "Replicant". For those unaware, I'm simply just an synthetically created human being made to be pressed out into certain services. My brain is natural, but it once belonged to a dead person, and I still retain many of their memories. Replicant created by Hinderford Industries, made as part of the Human Combat Readiness Program for the Unified Republic Defense Forces. Individual was released from Hinderford Custody after subject failed to meet URDF Replicant Readiness standards.

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⋆ Height: 5'8" (1.73 m)
⋆ Weight: 180 lbs. (81.6 kg)
⋆ Build: Toned, Slightly Curvy
⋆ Hair Colour: Dark Brown
⋆ Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Profile Details: I can best be described as an African American woman with bronze skin, with some freckles. I like to think that I have some muscle definition, and I think my curves make me appear more feminine as well. At the moment I have two temporary prosethetic legs, and it will be quite a few months until my legs properly regenerate. I also have a faded black star tattoo that's on my back. Typically I keep my hair up in a ponytail, but I'm willing to change my hairstyle to whatever's required. I'm willing to wear work uniforms, but under normal circumstances, I just wear basic dark clothing, and maybe camofluaged trousers from my previous deployments.

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_{Psychology Profile}
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Likes:
⋆ Pulse weapons
⋆ Action vids and hologames
⋆ Tomboys

Dislikes:
⋆ Unreasonable figures of authority
⋆ Fanatics and intolerant individuals
⋆ That fucking plasma sword that cut my legs off

Fears:
⋆ Not being good enough
⋆ Being treated as less than human
⋆ Not knowing who I really am

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⋆ Behavior towards others is: Ambiverted. She'll talk and converse with small groups of people, but she doesn't do too well in crowds.
⋆ Assistance of the patients: If she has the energy to do so, she'll do her best to render assistance to others, or otherwise "get the job done". Often has patience for the patients, but not for surrounding circumstances. However, in moments where her energy and morale are low, she will only lend assistance if it isn't too difficult for her.
⋆ Temper: 5 - Very friendly with others, but prone to lose her cool when things are made "unnecessarily difficult" for her. Often tries to lighten things up with quips or one liners in order to "stay sane". Currently in the process of learning how to calm down in these situations.
⋆ Patience: 4 - Most of her patience is typically with other individuals she admits to labelling as "friendlies", and often times she's shown to be willing to work with them and give them the benefit of the doubt. However, environmental circumstances and hostile individuals that make things "unnecessarily difficult" often get her worked up. As per the above, is in the process of learning exercises on how to calm down, and is using some of the "sniper training" implanted into her memory to assist.
⋆ Confrontation: 6 - Her militaristic background grants her the tools necessary to resolve conflicts, but with her experience in peacekeeping, she's wise enough to know when and how to enter one. Given her recent "incident" from her last Hendrix deployment, she seems slightly less inclined to jump into or cause conflicts.
⋆ Anxiety: 5 - Despite what she says on her application, her 'past' does have an effect on her. The upbringing of her brain's previous owner has left her with a form of Imposter Syndrome, as well as worries of not being "good enough". Pep talks often work as very easy short term fixes, but this is something to look into later. So far it hasn't interfered with her duties.
⋆ Intelligence level: 6 - Most of her intelligence comes from her knowledge of media and military related subjects. However, despite enhancements given to her by Hinderford, the improper handling of her brain has made her slightly impaired in other fields of intelligence. She finds it difficult to think in intense situations, and this has been a detriment to her occasionally.
⋆ Charisma level: 5 - While her friendly and casual nature often makes her an easy woman to approach, unfortunately she cannot keep a conversation going for very long. Her habitual topics mostly come in the forms of media she's consumed, both in her present life and her previous. Like the previous owner of her brain, she displays a very awkward nature that often betrays her.
⋆ Energy levels: 7 - Her military implants, as well as her manufactured nature, has allowed her to become a very skilled operative. In various combat simulations, Scarlet has proven herself well in multiple cases. However, while her manufactured origin lends itself to having some biological upgrades, she is still a human being in the end, and requires rest after lots of work, be it mental or physical.

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After several simulations, Scarlet has proven herself to be an adequate diver. She has demonstrated ability to adjust to changing conditions, often creating new plans on the fly. Her combat background has lent herself an advantage in organizing proper strategies against presented threats, but has also lent herself to be a good team player too. Despite her mental, physical and social limitations, she does have what some might call heart. Her kindness and willingness to help others allows her to go beyond these limitations in most cases. At this present moment, given her current circumstances, she'll do best at filling a supporting role for more qualified divers. Below is what she wrote on her application, and background checks have corroborated the information she has given us.

Well, be prepared for a big ass exposition dump. Grab a drink and maybe some snacks, it'll be a bit.

I've been a replicant for 4 years. My brain once belonged to man named Mitchell, who lived a very boring, mundane life. He spent most of his life consuming media in the form of hologames and vids, being moderators on holonet sites that often catalogued media conventions and held discussions on them. He grew up in a rather unloving household that expected a lot out of him. He died in a work-related accident, where his brain was intact enough to be donated to science. The company that made me purchased that brain for pennies on the dollar, scanned it proper, made my body, and then that's how I came to be. That's the short of it, anyway. As far as I was aware, I was part of some super soldier program. I was implanted with a variety of skill-related memories, allowing me to operate weapons, vehicles and a variety of military equipment. As Mitchell dreamed of being an action hero that he saw in the vids (as well as looking like a woman like me), my brain was a good candidate I suppose. But when I came to and performed all of the necessary tests, I was told that I was a washout and a failure, for reasons I don't know. They kicked me to the curb, and I was on my own.

I lived in public housing for a bit, but shortly after I got my mind and identity together, I figured out what I wanted to do. Rather than trying to start everything from scratch, I decided to use what they gave me. That and Mitchell's dream of being an action hero did appeal to me still. I trained and qualified to become a licensed private security contractor. I qualified for the use of automatic firearms and military vehicles, and all of these qualifications allowed me to find work for a private security company. I worked a peacekeeping contract for about three years in a newly inducted Republic world, and I've seen quite a bit of action. Nothing serious, thankfully, as I never needed to take my pulse weapons off 'stun'. However, what cut my deployment short was a rather violent conflict I participated in. We tried our best to negotiate peacefully with a group of fanatics, but (predictably) they weren't keen on listening. I was one of the rather numerous 34 wounded in that fight, as both of my legs were essentially sliced off by a rather sharp plasma sword. That's a story in of itself, actually, but needless to say, it wasn't as painful as I thought. Still hurt like hell though.

Since I no longer have my legs, I have to use prosethetics in order to get around. While they are enough to help me live a normal life, the company I worked for wouldn't let me back on deployment until my legs fully regenerate, as the prosethetics don't lend much of an advantage in heavy combat situations. The doctors told me that the regenerative therapy is working quite well, and I should have my legs back in four months. With other factors considered, such as checkups and the required physical therapy, they told me that I can be deployed in 6 months at the very least. My current employers gave me permission to seek temporary work elsewhere while I remain on leave, but if you need to communicate with them, you can reach them at Hendrix Tactical LLC | Sapient Resources. If you need references, you can ask for either David Anderson or Nyreen Vakarian, as both of are my commanding officers.

Despite the sob story I just wrote, I believe all of the above would lend me quite a few advantages for this job. Since I'm temporarily parapalegic, being an APER diver would allow me to use my full set of skills regardless of my current disability. The memories of my past are a little murky, as they belonged to another person (or... old me, however you want to put it), so I don't have much of a past to tie me down. Being kicked to the curb by the people who manufactured me taught me how to adjust to changing conditions on the fly, which is something that I applied at my job at Hendrix. The skills and memories implanted into me have given me a wide variety of military-related skills that I can work with, and my peacekeeping contract has allowed me to utilize techniques of de-escalation more often than not.

All of that being said, I look forward to meeting all of you!

OOC Notes and Changelog

Heya! I figured it'll be a little fun if I wrote this CS as if it were Scarlet's actual employment application. I built a little bit of my own lore here to build up the character, so I hope you don't mind. As always, be sure to let me know if there's any changes that I should make. Sneaked in a few references in there too. The character sheet itself will probably be filled out more as the game continues.
<sub>Face Claim: Aiyana Lewis

Changelog</sub>
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8/23/2021 A - Created character sheet.
8/23/2021 B - Inspired by Lucky's character sheet, I decided to add some APER Program notes to provide a clearer picture of Scarlet. I hope you don't mind me plagiarizing! lol
8/23/2021 C - Added the renegade symbol tattoo to physical profile.
8/23/2021 D - Fixed a "bug" introduced from a "previous build". Colors and formatting should be showing up now. Also added a sentence under NAME and RACE NOTES that was supposed to be there previously but wasn't. Whoops!

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Scarlet "Venom Bean" Rubashka

_{Punished "Venom Bean"}

_______________________________________________ Scarlet "Venom Bean" Rubashka _______________________________________________ Human (Artificial) | 25 | African American _______________________________________________ Single | ♀ | Bisexual (Female-leaning) _______________________________________________ Implanted Education | Non-OMR Contractor _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5'-8" (1.73 m) • Weight | 180 lbs. (81.6 kg) • Build | Toned, Slightly Curvy • Hair Colour | Dark Brown • Eye Colour | Dark Brown • Face Claim | Aiyana Lewis Tactical Bag of Holding ___________________________________ [+] //Weapons: • Colt M-16A2 | Standard-issue automatic rifle used in the United States and the world over. Proven in battlefields and on the silver screen, Scarlet uses this as her main duty firearm. Chambered in 5.56x45mm NATO. • Barrett M95 | A bolt-action anti-materiel rifle. With the advent of magical weaponry and armor, the need for larger rifles grew. Scarlet is out of practice with this weapon, but has used it in a few deployments. Chambered in .50 BMG. • Franchi SPAS-12 | A gun almost born from the silver screen, the weapon has popularized itself through the likes of Terminator and Jurassic Park. Able to be fired in both semi-auto and pump action modes, Scarlet uses this to deploy the wide variety of shotgun shells she has at her disposal, ranging from the non-lethal shock-stunning beanbag rounds to the molten hot incendiary dragon's breath. Chambered in 12ga. • Glock 21 | The law enforcement pistol. Used the world over by just about everyone and their mother, the Glock is a trademark heard in the news, and in rap songs for good reason. This particular model chambers the powerful .45 round, the orc-stopping caliber often associated with 1911 pistols. Scarlet's standard duty sidearm, chambered in .45 ACP. • Stun Rod | A magical non-lethal tool used to stun targets. Charged from ambient energy over time, the rod can deliver a painful jolt that could knock a target as large as an Orc down within a second. However, it can only be used so many times before needing to be recharged. //Misc: • Strike Plates | Always worn when on duty, these interceptor plates are often worn within plate carriers. The plates themselves are capable of absorbing most physical attacks and some magical attacks due to the material they are made out of, but they aren't infallible. The plates themselves are lightweight and are often worn in conforming and overlapping configurations. • Flashbangs | Small grenades meant to non-lethally incapacitate targets. Carries a magical effect that both temporarily blinds and stuns creatures within a room, or in a 30-feet radius. • Bomb Defusal Kit | A kit built to defuse most bombs, some magical. While Scarlet isn't an expert in using it, she has it on hand just in case. • Thieves' Tools | Lockpicks, slim jims, handheld mirrors and the like can be quite handy when trying to get through doors.

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Scarlet can best be described as an African American woman with bronze skin, complete with freckles that dot her face. She has some defined muscles that make her look a little tougher than most women her size, being at 5'8". However, the only muscles on display are often her arms as she wears basic black T-shirts and skinny cargo pants that match whatever environment she is in. Her feminine curves share their prominence with her musculature, enough to be noticeable but in no way hindering. She normally has her hair in a ponytail of sorts, but she can change her dark brown hair to whatever suits the occasion. When on the job, she often wears gaiters, face paint, caps, and dark tactical clothes and armor in order to help her blend in with the night, and to prevent her from being identified. Her 'work wear' may vary from job to job, but almost always she dons on her soft body armor to allow faster movement, and to protect her from basic street-level attacks. Full Size Images Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ If any trope can be used to describe Scarlet, it would most likely be Socially Awkward Hero. While she's got a big enough heart to do good things when she can (or at least when they're convenient), most of the time the 'nerd' side of her personality takes center stage. With her fixation on movies and video games, she tries to use her knowledge of them to her advantage to read out situations and recognize patterns. She tries to be casual and easy going, but often finds herself a bit nervous in large groups and a litany of other social situations. Her awkwardness stems from her propensity for being rather lonely, as well as a hopeless romantic. Despite that, she always attempts to rectify that by attempting to hook up with someone, her attempts mostly being made on women she finds attractive. Men aren't immune from her attempts, either. She often struggles with her slightly hazy past, as well as the fact that she's a failed experiment, but she tries her best not to let that get her down. When the going gets tough, she tries to make light of the situation by making jokes and references, but when all else fails, she becomes more cold and distant. She doesn't react too well to fear either, often masking it with lame quips and maybe a lot of cursing. With that being said, she does have a huge soft spot for cute critters and she is rather gentle with children and animals. (Will refine as game progresses)

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Scarlet was not always Scarlet. 25 years ago, she was born as a man named Mitchell Shephard. As Mitchell, she grew up in a rather unloving household. Much was asked of her, and she was always held up to high expectations. She coped mainly by watching TV, cartoons and playing video games, pretty much growing up behind a CRT screen. She got above average grades in school, and lived an otherwise boring life. However, she didn't apply herself as much as much in school as her parents wanted her to, as she believed that she had no future with the Abomination lurking beyond the stars. She grew up wanting to be an actor, wanting to be some kind of action hero that would save the day, but she had a feeling that it was a pipe dream. The existence of the Abomination put her in a state of depression and had her pursue a life of true hedonism, as she believed that with the world ending, there was no point of pursuing her goals anymore. Scarlet turned 19. The world didn't end. She was just as surprised as almost everyone else when it turned out that the abomination was defeated. Her parents celebrated, but Scarlet felt empty and almost dead inside for quite a while. She continued on her routine, not even bothering to put in the effort to change her gender presentation when she learned that she was actually trans. She worked a shit job, got shit pay, and lived life for another two years. Shortly after she turned 21, she got absolutely wasted, and rode on the back of a motorcycle being driven by another drunk. Needless to say, she was killed in an accident shortly after.

Her unloved upbringing, while traumatizing, also turned Scarlet into a kind soul. The moment she got her state ID (and later her Driver's License), she listed herself as an Organ Donor. Just about every part of her body was used for those who needed it. Typically, brains are cremated with the rest of one's remains before being buried. However, as per Scarlet's own request on her organ donor form, her brain was to be donated too. A company, who was working on all kinds of medical magic and technology, purchased Scarlet's brain for pennies on the dollar and revived it. After probing her head a bit, they learned of her ideal body, her rather nerdy interests, and her wishes to become an action hero. And so the company, through the use of magic 3D printers, created her ideal body, and implanted her brain with corresponding muscle memory and knowledge on the use of vehicles and firearms. She was drilled military discipline into her unconsciouosness. What happened in her previous life was made foggier by attempts to erase it. Her brain was properly transported into her new body, and she was brought back to life. Scarlet woke up, and felt a sense of joy and euphoria once she found out what kind of body she had. After getting a feel of her new body, Scarlet answered numerous questions given to her by the scientists in charge. After hours of diagnostics and questioning, the results were in. Scarlet was a failure. Of what, she wouldn't know. But the company kicked her to the curb, and told her "good luck". She was on her own now.

From then on, Scarlet had to find her own way around. She initially had to crash at her friend's place until she got back on her feet, but as she got used to her new body and did some odd jobs, she found out that she was really good at fighting, shooting and driving. This led her into a criminal lifestyle of sorts, having to turn to unscrupulous work just to keep the lights on. The nerdy parts of her past life gave her an edge, as she was able to recognize patterns and irregularities in her environment. In that time, she got herself a new forged ID, with her new name "Scarlet Rabushka". It wasn't until 2 years after her reawakening that she found out that she could be a licensed contractor, in which she can do these 'odd jobs' that involved fighting, shooting and driving but in a more legal manner. She easily qualified for such a license (having a forged ID with no criminal records helped), and got her start doing security work. Every now and then, she got to be the action hero she dreamed of, but for the most part, it was mostly just boring patrol work. In that time, she earned her codename "Venom Bean", based off of an inside joke regarding Sean Bean and the Metal Gear games. Her exploits in smaller jobs got her contracted in places other than the United States, ending up in places like South Africa and Australia. With more experience under her belt as well as a few new expensive toys in her tactical bag of holding, she ended up signing on a large contract with the Organization of Magical Regulation. The contract had her fulfilling the duty of Armed Security and Crisis Response. Not everyone in the OMR was an armed combatant, so when the chips went down, it was up to her to throw hot lead and bring everyone out of the fire. With a sparkle in her eye, Scarlet signed the contract, and was on her way.

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Badass Normal | Scarlet has no special abilities of her own, other than her imprinted memories on the operation of various weapons, vehicles and equipment. From criminal to contractor, she can pick locks, field strip most firearms and reassemble them, drive most vehicles at high speeds with precision and skill, perform CQC, and do other tactical stuff. Since most of these memories were imprinted, however, she doesn't have perfect form when it comes to performing them. Since it is simply imprinted muscle memory, she's slightly 'rusty' when it comes to moves she's done before in her career, and will be awkward when it comes to things she hasn't done before. Regardless of style, she has a lot of skills in that kitted out brain of hers.

Tactical Bag of Holding | Scarlet always has a small bag of holding that she has on her persons at all times. What looks like a fanny pack on her right hip is a large storage of weapons and equipment that she can use to her advantage. The bag itself was far from cheap, but it has given her an edge in almost every situation. In one moment, she could look like an unassuming tourist, and in the next, she's a commando out for blood.

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Likes}

• Movies (particularly of the action variety)
• Sports cars (particularly the 'new' '95 Mustang convertibles)
• Modern firearms
• Playstation 1 games, like Spyro the Dragon and Crash Bandicoot
• Personal Computers
• Tomboys
• 80s Guilty Pleasure Pop Hits
• Pizza Pizza Pizza
• Singing karaoke

_Dislikes

• Dieties (she believes that they're a little pompous)
• Rich people
• Politicians
• Macs
• Alcohol
• The Abomination
• Her parents

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OOC Notes

This is created from a template sheet. Feel free to let me know if there are any changes that need to be made! Also, this sheet will always be updated and changed as I work through my 2 years worth of rust. The changelog is below.

Changelog

8/22/2021 - First creation of sheet.
8/23/2021 - Added metric conversions to physical height and weight.

Will I Heal? (Psychological / Sci-Fi / Fantasy)

@AWACS Seems like a fine idea to me!

@Lyla

Awesome! I'll have a finished character sheet up soon. :D