Karen laughed back at the new girl, liking the joke for its originality. Despite the joke, she was still a mostly nice person at heart. Her smile was still as glorious as before, and almost as radiant as her hair. She bowed slightly before the girl, and offered her hand. "You'll jus' 'ave ta ask nicely to find out. Name's Karen, but we can acquaint ourselves after th'fight. I'ma kick some hero ass." She jested at the new girl, before bowing and hurrying into the villain's side of the area. She listened to Ayn for a few moments before nodding along. "Rrrrright... well this is my first gig, so I guess you gotta tell me where t'go. What's your quirk again?" Karen asked with a fair bit of curiosity. During all of this she still hadn't activated her quirk, so nobody except the new girl has seen her in it, and as such she'll use that as a surprise tactic when she faces the heroes.
Karen giggled a bit more after Haley left, knowing how shy people were and how they eventually come out of their shells. She giggled some more and after a while fiddling with her hair subconsciously, finally decided to stand in front of the mirror Haley was in front of before. She looked at herself for a while with her tongue poked out in thought. She poked and pulled at parts of her 'costume' for a while before turning around and inspecting her back. She continued pouting and started mumbling something while she continued poking around. "B-U-T-T... Butt... Beepity boopity bop... B-O-Y-S... Blepity blopity boop..." Obviously if anybody could hear her they'd either see Karen as playful or childish, or completely insane. It was an innate mind-set she was in, only really understandable if someone truly knew her. Eventually she stretched once or twice in her costume, then turned on her quirk for the first time since her arrival at UA. Her entire body was coated in flame, and her costume was lost in the intense heat and fire. Almost all details of her body is lost in the fire, barely even her body outline visible while coated in the fire and the flames. She clenched her fist and held it out in front of her to look at, and as she did so, all of the flames around her body intensified, both increasing the temperature in the immediate area, and slightly scorching the floor of the changing rooms. She laughed, then looked in the mirror for the moment of truth. She deactivated her quirk and stared at herself in the mirror, the costume being singed, but still functional. Damn, gonna have t'make it more resistant. I'll make a note of that somewhere, sometime, probably not. She then nods to herself, and starts walking out of the changing rooms, either bumping into her partner or not, that being up to the GM.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Karen's face as that was quite the problem for a lot of girls her age, and she nodded along and took Haley's hand in a light but elegant grip. "Karen Koning. And that's quite the... uh... predicament, that you're in. Wanna swap with me? Though I'm pretty certain ya won't get yours back cause my quirk is a bit destructive." She giggled very slightly, in her element when talking with other girls like herself instead of boys, which she didn't have the most experience with. She eventually lets the smile appear in full, and she lets go of Haley's hand to run her hand through her flaming hair. The young girls' smile just as radiant as her hair, and she looks over Haley with a somewhat trained eye. "But if y'ask me, methinks you should use your looks ta your advantage, 'specially when fighting boys. If you think they'll be lookin' at you, you're right. They'll be starin' at ya like no tomorrow, so be sure to give 'em a good thump or two while they're gawkin'." She smiled again, and watched Haley's red face for any discernible reaction to her proposition and advice.
Karen cracks her neck then goes to the female change room with the other females, not one bit embarrassed, seeing as though sharing a changing room is a fairly common thing in high school. She changes into something that somewhat resembles the standard UA sports uniform, only covering more of her body and is slightly more skin-tight, due to the fibers being refined to not get incinerated the moment she turns on her quirk. She stares at herself in the mirror, looking for any signs of stress seeing as though she has a habit of overthinking, and luckily finds none. After deliberating her strategy, she ends up shruging at herself due to no knowledge about Meruem or Lucas, just the girl she was paired with. She eventually turns and opens her mouth to speak to Haley, only to be silenced by Haley's exclamation. "Uhh, you know, usually that comes after you get in a fight, not before. There a problem?" She asked, quite confused as to why Haley was so red-faced and jittery.
The mission started off as bad as it could get, Fireteam Spitfire's Pelican lost its altitude after receiving anti-air fire, and crashed somewhere deep in the forest. Sergeant Kellie was killed on impact, and the landing itself drew the attention of a squad of Kig-Yar and Unggoy. One firefight later, and Fireteam Spitfire was down to half its number. Lillian pulled Edwin along with her, since he was in a state of shock, completely unresponsive. This was his first anything; First mission, first firefight, first time witnessing people die. It was all so new to him.
Lillian ran through the trees with her hand firmly locked around her brother's wrist, pulling him so hard his entire arm was almost out of its socket. She ducked and weaved under and around branches and undergrowth, forcing her brother to follow her to the best of his abilities. She continued pulling him along for another thirty minutes, before she stopped by a tree, and caught her breath. Edwin heaved whatever little food he had eaten all over the ground some metres away from Lillian. She couldn't help but smile, despite her other two friends' deaths. "Nothing like a good days exercise huh?" She joked, trying to lift Edwin's mood, though to little avail. He stared aimlessly at the contents of his stomach, unknowing how to react. Lillian rubbed her eyes, and shook herself out of her fatigue. She needed to be strong for her brother, if nothing else. She quietly removed one of her ration packs from her supply pouch, and gently pulled Edwin away from the slowly building pool for him to sit next to a tree. She smiled at him, which usually lifted his spirits, however today seemed to be the exception, with good reason. She sighed, and forced him to eat the horrid tasting ration-pack, which he did without complaint.
And then her already shaken world crumbled. Alarmed sounding growls and clicks sounded out from some nearby trees, and from behind them, four fierce-looking Kig-Yar emerged, teeth bared and claws outstretched. For a moment, she wondered why they hadn't drawn their weapons, then she saw they carried none. Perhaps they ran out of ammo? She could only hope. In the short period of time it took her to draw her sidearm and raise it to fire at the lightly-armoured foes, one had already sprang at her. She was taken completely by surprise, though she still managed to bring up her forearm to stop the bite that would have tore out her throat, only to have the alien's razor-sharp teeth dig into her uniform, and in turn, her flesh. She screamed in pain, and for a moment, the alien felt a shrill of fear as she placed the barrel of her M6 to its forehead and fired. Purple ichor covered her arm and leg, and the dead alien's grip on her arm slacked, then released itself. As she brought up her sidearm to remove the other three aliens, her heart skipped a beat, and then two. Between the aliens, was the screaming and crying form of her brother, both of his arms held by different aliens as the other tore his legs off with apparent ease. Even as she reached for her BR-55, her brother continued screaming in pain and fear, and was only silenced when she put a bullet through his brain to ease his suffering. The next burst went into the Kig-Yar that tore his legs off, only a single round hitting a vital organ, and the alien fell, although it wasn't dead. Within moments, the other two aliens ran towards her, both dodging and weaving to make her shooting them all the harder. One was unlucky, and took a round to the eye, which blew a neat portion of its head off. The other fared better, only getting it's shoulder grazed by a single shot from Lillian's rifle. As it lept, Lillian smacked the butt of her rifle against the alien's exposed throat, then did something that would stay with her for the rest of her days. She ran. She turned and ran. Ran from the enemy, ran from her ration packs she stupidly left behind on the ground, and most importantly, ran from her dead brother. She heard the two remaining Kig-Yar follow her for a hour, and then the sounds of their shrill voices stopped, and only silence remained.
Hours passed. Lillian's face was caked with dirt and grime after crawling through the lush forest. Her eyes were red, and two streaks of clean skin going down her cheeks, obviously caused by her tears. Her mind was blank, all emotion drained out of the once-lively woman. She was a shell of her former self, the death of her brother affecting her a lot more than anything else that happened in her life. She sat against a tree with her knees tucked up to her chest, her shoulders still jolting every so often due to her recent sobs. More time passed, and she hadn't moved one inche. Some hours passed until her radio blared to life, first firing only static into her ear, before the actual transmission came through.
"Any available callsigns...t-this is Chariot 9-4-3...Respond over? I'm going to ping my location for a very short duration..."
She stared blankly at her knees for a few moments. During her entire time on the Shield-World, she hadn't once thought of anybody else apart from her team and her brother, and then nothing since her brothers death. There's survivors. We-...I'm not alone. The first thought that went through her head reminded her that she was alone at the moment, the second was to send a response. Slowly, she reached up and tapped the radio transmitter on the side of her helmet. She took a few deep breaths, before attempting to speak into it as clearly as she could. "C-crewman of the 29th H-hospital Corps... Lillian Kensington... My position is close to yours, I-I'll make my way there now... I'll come in from the west... Over..." Despite all her efforts, it was obvious that her voice was still attempting to recover from crying, but to her, that didn't matter much to her. The thoughts of strangers didn't mean anything to her anymore. With that final thought, she shakily stood back up after over ten hours of being curled up. She took a few moments to stretch her limbs, and gather her thoughts once more, before she took off in the direction she was given. Her mind went back to sight of her brother being ripped apart, and tears silently flowed down her cheeks once more.
@Amaranth- I just thought it'd take away from the originality, most certainly not used to actual relaxed RP >_< Though in hind-sight, having someone as short as that is bound to get some jokes :3
Also first post looks good, I'll have to respond after I wake up so I don't make a bunch of stupid spelling and grammar errors due to tiredness :3 Should be before work, so uhh... at most 9 hours.
After reading the other CS's, I've come to realise that I may have copied the height and weight of Amaranth's character without knowing :( I'll edit it right now, sorry about that >_<
Military Branch 29th Hospital Corpsmen Battalion, UNSC Navy
Appearance Caucasian, though slightly tanned due to her eastern European family heritage. Not the tallest, she only stands at around 150cm (4'11"), and weighs just under 45 kilograms(98 pounds). Despite her age, she still has a relatively young-looking face seeing as though her life has been mostly stress-free compared to most other humans living in the era of the Human-Covanent War. She has a long and noticable scar under her left eye which goes down to her chin and slightly down onto her neck, although the scar is less noticable there. She received the scar in her youth when she got into a fight with a group of adolescent boys terrorising her younger brother, and in response, she was cut by one of them. She kept the scar to remind others not to screw with her. She has dark-green eyes, as well as bright and fiery red hair, which she has never dyed and most likely will never dye.
Attire Standard UNSC Marine Corps Battle Dress Uniform, only with a red cross on the helmet, chest, and right shoulder.
Weaponry BR55 Service Rifle, M6C PDW, Standard UNSC Combat Knife, Several Bio-foam canisters, standard medical supplies(sutures, painkillers, shots of morphine/adrenaline, bandages, splints, etc.)
Fireteam
Sergeant Stephen "G" Hellie- KIA
Liked by his Fireteam for not being an asshat like most other sergeants, Hellie met an unfortunate end when Fireteam Spitfire's Pelican came under fire as they were making landfall, and crashed to the ground. Hellie's safety straps broke with the hard landing, propelling him out of his seat and into the opposite end of the Pelican, instantly breaking his neck.
Crewman Lillian "Red" Kensington- ACTIVE
Being the Fireteam's only trained medic, Lillian was liked by everybody for her innate ability to stitch them up no matter what injuries they sustained, critical or otherwise. She took command of the Fireteam after the sergeant was killed, though that was short lived.
Private Liam "Vocab" Bolswichtz- KIA
The more vocal of the group, Liam grew up in the slums of Earth, and as such adopted their very different manner of speech, usually using colloquialisms of words the rest of the Fireteam had never heard before. He was killed in the first firefight the team came across, getting stuck in the throat by a very well thrown plasma grenade. The resulting explosion almost removed his body from existence, and he will never be able to be identified.
Private Edwin "Ed" Kensington- KIA
Lillian's brother, he was the youngest of the group, only 23. He met a grizzly end, which Lillian witnessed, at the hands of a trio of Kig-Yar, which literally pulled him apart while he was still crying and screaming. Perhaps the most impactful death Lillian ever saw, and with good reason.
Rank Crewman(equal to Lance Corporal)
Specialisation Combat Medic
Personality Lillian is light-hearted, and can almost always be seen with a smile on her face, though not since her brother was gruesomely killed. She prefers to not make significant connections with anybody(exception being family), due to her being a medic, and it's not uncommon for people close to her to die despite her best efforts to save them. She doesn't mind jokes, though she isn't very tolerant of her subordinates, including superiors, making them in combat, and she will openly voice her disapproval. Out of combat she likes spending time looking through mementos of her civilian life, though she will eventually put them down to spend some time with her comrades.
Biography Lillian was born on the first of January, 2521, and spent her youth with her mother, as her father was a miner, and so spent the majority of his time away from his family. She took an early interest in biology and anatomy, mostly due to the fact her mother was a doctor as well, and so she spent a lot of her time in the hospital. Her world turned upside down when she was nine, as a Covanent fleet was detected in the Eridanus system. What was usually a very placid and calm environment turned chaotic in a matter of hours as families scrambled to get onto evacuation shuttles and get away from the doomed system as fast as possible. Lillian, her mother, and her young infant brother escaped on one of the first shuttles, though she hasn't seen her father since that day, and to this day doesn't know what happened to him. She and her family moved to New Alexandria, on Reach, and life went on. Soon she got over her father disappearing, and continued with her life. When she wasn't at school or looking after her brother Edwin, Lillian was with her mother in whatever hospital she was stationed in. Years went past, she got the scar on her cheek from the schoolyard bullies who picked on her brother when she was only 18 years old, though they came out of it worse, seeing as though Lillian was good at making friends, and those friends came to her and her brother's rescue. She kept the scar, despite it affecting her youthful beauty. Time went past again, she became a nurse at the age of 19, assisting in the hospital her mother worked at, and attained the status of doctor at 25. After another year, she decided that she wanted to do more for the human cause than just sit in safety and treat regular patients, and so she applied to the Navy. Seeing her qualifications, she was quickly transferred into the Hospital Corps, which Lillian was quite content with, and as such, and as such, she learnt how to kill a person. Most of her time wasn't in combat, it was mostly medical personnel duty. Eventually, the war got worse, and she was forced into combat, where she quickly started losing teammates, which forced her to be a bit more distant with her comrades, as loss was something she never coped well with. She was also adopted as "Red" by her other Marine comrades, partly because of her red hair, the red cross on her chest, and the amount of blood she's usually covered in, at first she didn't like it, but it grew on her, and now she finds it has a nice ring to it. Some more time passed, and her brother, unknowing to her, joined the Marine Corps, and eventually was assigned to her Fireteam at the start of Operation Grey Axe, which she absolutely exploded at, berating him for multiple reasons, mostly joining the Marines knowing how dangerous it was, and quickly asked for him to be transferred off the operation, which was denied. Her worries came to light when her entire Fireteam was killed in the opening moments of the Operation, which has scarred her significantly.
Service-History
Operation Warsaw- She was part of one of many teams that were to provide a rearguard to a convoy of UNSC transports that were heading to a warzone cut off from the rest of the UNSC. Operation was a failure, the transports were destroyed before they arrived at their destination, and Lillian's squad was killed by one of the transports exploding, the only reason Lillian remained alive was because she was on a Hornet being extracted after taking a Needler shot to the stomach.
Operation Nest Kick- Assigned the only medic on a small operation to infiltrate a Yanme'e nest and detonate several explosive charges, Lillian performed her duty well past everybody's expectations, keeping the casualties to nothing, as she helped everyone get out alive, although some had lost a limb or two. The operation was a success, and the Yanme'e nest was destroyed in almost textbook fashion.
Operation Skyfall- A large-scale operation meant to push the Covanent off of a vital location and establish a base of operations for the rest of the UNSC forces. A partly successful operation, Lillian's fireteam along with many others landed and pushed Covanent forces out of the immediate area, however, they were unable to establish a proper base due to the multitude of Covanent counter-attacks. The operation remained a stalemate where no side could gain the upper hand until a single team of Spartan II's landed behind Covanent lines and assassinated almost every high-ranking Sangheili in that detachment of Covanent, quickly forcing the Covanent to fall-back. That was Lillian's first and only interaction with a Spartan, as she was lucky enough to operate on one to save her life. Later she learned that her name was Maria-062.
Affiliations
Mother- Olivia Abreu. Still alive and active on Reach.
Father- Georgi Kensington. Unknown whether or not he is still alive or not.
Brother- Edwin Kensington. Confirmed KIA on Omar by his sister.
Notable Traits
She has a slight German accent she picked up off her Mother.
Dancer.
She draws whenever she can, although lately she lacks the drive to do so, seeing as though her brother was killed in front of her.
Member
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