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There Are No Heroes

Would it be okay to have a day or two to finish up the character sheet?

The Eternal War--Battle of Fairlake City

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There Are No Heroes

Name (and or Alias): Emily "Emmy" Farrielli

Gender: Female.

Age: Born March 18th, 1946 (68 years old though appears in her early 20s).

Lineage: Caucasian - Italian Heritage. Vampire.

Fate: Remaining: 1, Expended: 2.

Fate Expenditures:

Vampiric Transformation

Information
WIP

Backstory
Emmy grew up like any normal girl during the 50's and early 60's. She was born and raised in upstate New York to a military father and stay at home mother. She was a rather good student growing up. Though she fell into a more hippy lifestyle as she became more mature. Getting wrapped up in the whole free spirit movement. Like any hippy during that time found themselves at woodstock, especially living so close. During the last day Emmy found herself rather disoriented on some rather strong drugs she was slipped from a kiss. During her stupor she found herself in a tent, her vision a blur as she was wrapped up with another girl. Soon she lost consciousness and when she woke up it had apparently been a couple of days and somehow young Emmy survived; though not in the normal sense. She was dead yet still alive. A new creature that racked her with pain and a hunger that was unnatural.

Enhanced Vampirism

Information
A more sturdier version of Vampire. Often brought about through extreme, though non-fatal, exposure to lethal substances and somehow survive. Though inherently not stronger they are more resilient. Though they aren't immune to any of the lethal substances they can handle a small degree of exposure. They can go out in heavily over cast days with quite some discomfort though not burning. When stepping into direct sunlight they do not immediately burst into flames though their skin begins to burn and sizzle like acid was poured on their skin. They can be near and smell garlic and only get a mild reaction, resembling that of a mild allergic reaction. Et cetera. She has also gained a rather aptitude for being able to take a beating.

Backstory
During a trip out into the wilderness looking for an unsuspecting hunter to sate her hunger away from watchful eyes. Though finally finding a meal she had let time escape her. Looking up from the corpse she found the beginning rays of morning begin to stretch out from the mountain tops. With great haste she went towards a broken down shed she had found with outside the burnt down ruins of a cabin. By the time she arrived at the shed she threw herself in just in time before the shadows faded and filled the region with harsh light. There were several holes and withered spots from years of decay that let in specks of light.

Doing her best to survive she used her leather jacket as a cover to protect her bare face and hands and hoped her jeans and boots would do well enough to protect her legs. Though it protected her body to some degree it was not perfect. The rays of light spotted the inside of the shed and the UV rays slowly seared her flesh like she were in an oven on low heat. After nearly thirteen hours the sun finally set and Emmy lay in the shed hardly breathing. A passerby could smell the scent of burning flesh. Horrified intrigue brought him to the shed and looked in to see the feminine figure huddled up under a leather jacket, smoke billowing out lightly. The poor bastard couldn't help himself. He come closer to the girl and removed the jacket to see what lay beneath. The poor mans last memory was the partly melted girls figure pounced onto him and tearing into him viciously to fill herself with his blood. He hardly lasted a moment before lost to much blood to survive. As she fed her body slowly healed itself. She didn't stop until every drop was swallowed.

Relationship Status: Single

Occupational Status:

Bartender

Description:
Emmy lives a less then extraordinary life as a Bartender. One of few occupations a vampire could keep as it is primarily done when the sun is down. She rather enjoys the job as the patrons are small in numbers given the location and there aren't many regulars. Due to the small number of customers she is often the only one working at night. Though the job also is a testament to her resolve to her change, no longer feasting on fresh blood but its bagged counter part. Not to mention her unnatural charm has a rather lovely appeal to her tip jar.

Physical Description:

Human Description

Description:
Emmy is a rather petite and nonthreatening girl. She stands at only five feet and six inches with a weight of barely over one hundred and ten pounds. She has long, faintly curly brown hair that stretches down to just below her shoulder blades. She has enchanting amber eyes that are only enhanced by her pale complexion in contrast. Under direct like you could see the faint darkening around her eyes that would almost seem like she suffered from mild insomnia. Her body is flawless in most respects, hardly a blemish or scare to be found. She has a rather fit bit, nothing abnormal but the appearance of a healthy lifestyle with mild exercise. She has a flat stomach with the faintest display of her hips bones. Her sides are mildly curved as they come down to her hips. Her lips are full and hold a natural light pink color.

Emmy wears rather form flattering clothing. Snug jeans and a shirt that accents her ideal physique quite nicely. More often then not Emmy would be found wearing her dark leather jacket that seems to hold a rather aged look to its material. She usually wears her heavy boots or her pair of well-worn converse sneakers that she has owned for many years. When not trying to win someone over or working Emmy usually holds a rather uncaring and melancholy expression. A rather adamant introvert she tends to avoid conversations that directly involve her. Despite this she isn't unknown to put on a sweet and charming facade with a bright smile that could win over nearly anyone who sees it.

Psychological Profile:

Psychological Profile Description

Description:
Though Emmy is rather well practiced in acting in a rather happy and out going manner in truth she is quite introverted. She prefers time alone and left to her own thoughts. Emmy only ever seems tense and is incredibly distant when she becomes hungry. That happens more often then she would like but the bagged blood doesn't nearly sate her hungry as much as the fresh stuff. To cope she is often seen with alcohol or a cigarette as a means of curbing her appetite. Because of her almost ceaseless hunger she has some nervous ticks like biting her lip, fidgeting with something in her hands, tapping with a pencil, or biting her nails. If she has her cigarettes or alcohol with her she is able to curb most of those nervous ticks.

Over several years Emmy has learned to suppress most of these ticks under control in public if she concentrates rather intently. When she is working she uses some of her nervous ticks to her advantage, biting her lip and playful touching usually gets her more tips. While working Emmy seems rather sweet and kind. Joking around and flirting aren't strange to see from the girl while she mixes drinks and takes orders. Knowing how her hunger can get the better of her she often carries a bag of blood hidden in a personal cooler hidden in ice under normal seeming food. Sneaking in the back to take quench her thirst. If her thirst becomes to strong she can get rather irritable and short fused. When this happens she tries to walk away before she gets physically violent and... bitey.

Vices: Alcohol and Cigarettes. The substances help quench her hunger and sooth her nerves to some degree.

Background:

Background

Description:
WIP

Recent History:

Recent History

Description:
As of Recently Emmy lives in a small town working in a local Bar. The last place she had lived she lost control of her appetite and killed a young girl that pissed her off when she was hungry. She packed up and moved immediately and found another Bartending job. She found a small, unassuming motel that asked little questions of their tenants. She began making the small payments and saving the rest in a large duffle bag kept in her closet. Though blood bags aren't as readily available as before she does find a way to get her hands on them. Often paying a low level orderly to sneak them out the back that is usually to stoned to ask questions.

Aside from working and resting Emmy doesn't do much. She sits around in her motel drinking and smoking while watching terrible late night television. This is one of her tricks to keep from killing and eating straight from the source. She tries to avoid it by staying away from temptation. Over the years she has become a rather good artist though she has never gained a strong bond with anyone to show her work. So she has several large notebooks just filled with random drawings.

Operation: X-Men

Yay!! Can't wait!

Operation: X-Men

D:

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

He's to preoccupied with his anger for his ruined suit to care about Fiora humming a song xD haha He is contemplating what he will do when he finds the person responsible for tarnishing his personally tailored italian suit. xD

The Sentinels of Liberty

Name: Alison Greer.
Age: Twenty-One (21).
Gender: Female.
Codename: Nashville.
Role on team: Covert/Subtlety and Infantry.

Bio:
Alison is your average Country girl, despite her grungy appearance. She loves her country and has always been one to stand up for people who can't stand up for themselves. She lived an active life on cheer, soccer and volleyball during her high school career. Upon completing her last year of college she joined the Navy and eventually the Marines. She was always determined and strong will and never gave anything less then 100% effort. Because of her small frame and unintimidating features she was often utilized in more covert missions, or flirting out information from a target and getting his guards lowered. The people who underestimate Alison for her size were often in for a wooping if she caught wind of it. Even before the serum Alison was tough and skilled in combat, having grown up with a few older brothers she learned from a young age how to handle herself.

Two years of the Marines and Alison was enlisted in the Super Soldier Program. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attempt at recreating the serum Captain America was given all that time ago. Alison was hesitant at first but as the realization of becoming something great sank in she couldn't find a reason to say no. She gave her answer and shortly she was off to the facility.

Personality:
In general Alison is a rather sweet girl. Almost motherly attitude to people she has grown close to even though she is the youngest in most occasions. Despite this Alison isn't afraid to speak her mind nor swat you in the back of the head when your acting dumb in an inappropriate time. During missions Alison is very serious, hardly distracted and strong willed to complete the mission at hand. Given her covert/under cover background she is an incredibly good actress and would give Hollywood a run for their money.

Weapon/skills:
Alison is an incredibly well rounded operative with an above average skill with most things. A practitioner of all but master of known sort of girl. What keeps her most safe is her adaptability to changing situations and able to employ one of her many skills during any given situation. Some of her prominent practices are Krav Maga, Wing Chun, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, along with Mixed Martial Arts. Her weapon specializations are primarily Pistols and assault rifles.

During covert missions she carries a .22 Walther though her preferred weapons are a 9mm Beretta and Barrett REC7

Other:

Theme Song

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

okay! Aden posted! Then Xodus and I will be working on a Jax/Reri post :)

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Team yin-yang hardly made a move as they listened to the two Gemellie members speak of the current situation. Idly Aden push up his glasses with the tip of his index finger as they seemed to slide down the bridge of his nose. As soon as the people carrying the ice cream seemed to funnel out of all over a faint twinge shot across his brow. How in the hell did he miss so many people seeming to just be relaxing around the corner. As two came over to the team and offered ice cream Aden held open his palm. The cool glass placed lightly in his hand and he eyed it curiously. Today had been strange, to say the least..

Jax on the other hand was overly eager to accept the ice cream. Quickly snatching the bowl from the girls hand and immediately shoved the cold ice cream into her mouth. Sparing little time to chew she simply swallowed and slopped more into her face. Suddenly her quick shoveling came to an abrupt stop as her eyes grew wide and an anguished expression crept onto her facial features. Dropping the spoon into ice cream she used her now free hand to grip tightly onto her cranium. Beginning to hop and jump around as she whined. "Brain freeeeeeze!~"

Aden looked at the over reacting Jax and sighed grimly to himself. She was hopeless. Without a word he walked past her and back towards the dining hall. Taking a seat in the empty room he set the bowl onto the table. Taking the end of the spoon he idly swirling the spoon through the frozen cream. He seemed to focus on nothing, set adrift in his own thoughts. He remained that was until his ice cream was nothing more than syrup.

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The mission had gone according to plan thus far. They casually strolled towards the rendezvous the were missioned. Jax and Aden laughed amongst themselves, playing around as casually as possible. Though this was only a facade, a mask they put on during missions to drop suspicion. Most people didn't think much of a seeming couple laughing and maybing a scene. A tactic of hiding in plain sight.

Upon their arrival they looked around. No one was around, increasing he hearing to a super human level he listened around for anything that seemed off. But he heard nothing at all. And that was more concerning than anything. Suddenly with his heightened hearing still in tact he heard the distinct click of a bomb ignition engaging. Before he could even call out the earth beneath them crumbled to nothing but dust. The two yelled as they slipped and fell into the expanding hole.

It wasn't long before he felt his body slam into the hard floor knocking the wind from his lungs. He groaned painfully as he slowly rolled out of the rubble and pushing himself to his feet. He felt a warm streaming down the side of his face. Reaching up he touched the source and flinched, bringing his fingers back in view and saw the familiar red fluid. He must have banged his head during the fall, which made sense given the splitting head ache. Using the sleeve of his suit jacket he wiped off the blood from his face the best he could.

Looking at the now blood covered sleeve he noticed a few tears and scrapes in the cloth. His eyes widened in horror as he frantically looked over himself. His suit was riddled with tears. "Oh come on!!" He complained loudly. "You son of a bitch!!" He called out down the tunnel for who ever was to blame for this to hear. Apparently more upset about his suit then the gash in his head.

He sighed in defeat as he knew there was nothing he could do about it now other then get ready to deliver an ass kicking. Aden dipped his hand behind his suit jacket - ruined suit jacket - and produced his pistol. Without delay he chambered a round and clicked off the safety. Then Aden realized he wasn't alone as he heard a hum off to the side. He looked over quickly to see it was a girl, if he remembered correctly her name was Fiora. Looking around more he noticed Seira was also with him. What he especially noticed was that Jax was nowhere to be seen.

Aden was about to communicate telepathically but the sinking feeling hit him, he could no longer sense or feel Jax. Something was interfering with their link. He first thought of the worst but immediately started exploring alternate answers. He then tried to produce a simple flame in his hands. When nothing happened he realized something was interfering with their alchemy and could only hope Jax was fine.