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SORRY SUDDENLY DISAPPEARING.

IRL matter occurred, and I deemed it to be in my best interest to drop everything and focus at the task for the moment. That's done now so I can resume my regular schedule.
Mreaow
Bree smiled in anticipation as one by one, the members of their little cell returned. They were close enough that she could see them from the window of the apartment. With a bit of flourish, Bree put the finish touches on the nights dinner and finally set the food down. She tried her best to have a bit of something for everyone, though obviously the dessert foods came later.

Soon the table was practically glittering with food as she huffed with satisfaction. She couldn't remember what she was, before the war, asides from a few throw-away hints by the scientists that had worked on her, but she thought that in that life, she probably wouldn't have minded being a chef. It was fun work, after all.

"Oh, almost forgot . . ."

Bree made her way to her room, where she kept a large wooden box. It was a wine cabinet, of sorts, though it didn't really have much contents. She wasn't fond of alcohol, at least not as a beverage, but she made an exception for wine. The soldiers she had worked with like to have wine to celebrate, and one officer in particular taught her the finer points about the drink.

She paused, browsing through the six bottles she had. Her eyes lingered on a particular bottle; aged ten years and classified as a Class A wine, it was easily the most valuable one in her small collection, and also the only one she didn't buy. It was a gift from the same superior that taught her about wines in the beginning, as thanks for saving his, and his men's, life during a skirmish.

He told her to save it, and open only for a really momentous occasion, for a time when her heart sang out and the desire to immortalize the moment burst forth uncontrolled.

Unfortunately, she'd yet to find that moment.

Shaking her head, Bree picked out another bottle - aged five years, from a respectable winery, and toasted with a vanilla aroma - and headed out, setting it on a smaller table for later.

Taking off her apron, she double-checked everything, and made her way to the living room, ready to welcome back the crew.
Niiiiice. Good timing for me as well. All the heavy defenses are done, and Christmas break is right around the corner. Expect things to pick up by next week people!
B U M P I N G
Sometimes it was hard, having no combat potential. Those were the thoughts Bree was having at the moment, a good distance away from the abandoned warehouse where the rest of the kids would be meeting.

It wasn't that she was useless per se, but in situations like this, where mobility was more important and the possibility of conflict was low, there wasn't much use for an extra pair of hands that couldn't do much in a fight, at least, compared to the others - she was fairly certain her bodily modifications allowed her to outperform regular humans.

At least, that was what she told herself. The others hadn't exactly been forthright with their answers when she asked why she needn't come with them for the meeting.

Still, she was ever one to make herself useful, so while they were away, she didn't waste her time meandering about. She did a quick rundown of their current supplies, double-checked the essentials, and purchased any deficits. On the way, she bought ingredients to be used for supper.

Her role as a combat medic aside, she put it upon herself to watch the diets of each member of their crew. Her meals were often carefully calculated so as to fit with the specific nutritional intake that was required of each member. It was difficult to do so, at first. The supplies the received from the aliens weren't so plenty for them to spend in frivolously, so she was often forced to make do. Sometime along the way, however, once they began making a name for themselves, she had enough supplies to make meals - actual, decent, meals, instead of just lightly seasoned canned foods and powdered juices.

Back at their current HQ - she honestly had no idea how long they'd be staying here, they'd been forced to move locations before - Bree was marinating a steak, while cutting strips of chicken and bacon into pieces. Dinner would be unusually extravagant tonight, but it was well within the budget (or rather, most of money came from her own personal savings) and Bree reckoned that now would be a good time to cook something nice.

John seemed excited about the job, after all, and even if he tried to bury it under a layer of caution, he was more animated than usual. So if the job went through, then they could have a feast to celebrate - if it didn't then at least they had something good to eat to pick their spirits up.

Bree checked over the dishes in preparation once more. She'd made sure to pick up some of their favorites while she was out. With the dishes still being prepared, and with nothing else to do, set the table, ready to welcome the other members back home.

Can everyone list their characters favorite foods here. Need it for reference.
For the sake of expediency, I'll start replying to individual posts faster.
Name:
Bree Freedom

Age:
18

[I'll draw a pic later]


Physical Description:
Diminutive, but not short, Bree looks like a hamster. Short, fluffy brown hair and beady black eyes on a heart shaped face. She stands at exactly 5'4 and weighs just over 45 kilograms.

Important items:
Remembrance belt - It's a tad morbid, however she has a belt made up of dog tags - all soldiers she was unable to save over the course of the war. It's her remembrance of them and the tragedies that occurred.

Collapsible tool kit - containing various tools required to perform an emergency operation.

Miniature laboratory kit - a small lab the size of bag where Bree can synthesize medicines or drugs, given that she has the proper ingredients.

Short Bio:
There are many things that could be said about Bree's history - tragic, in it's infancy, etc., - but the fact of the matter is, that Bree can't find herself to agree with much of those statements, for the simple fact that she cannot remember anything about her life before the war.

Bree, before she became Bree, was a nameless, homeless girl, begging on the streets for scraps. Among the myriad of other destitute children, however, she distinguished herself. Unlike the others, despite her lack of formal education, she processed and understood things at a far faster rate than even the most gifted scientists. Her lack of any actual academics prevented her from being taught things most students would know, but the need for survival propagated other, useful talents.

Sickness and disease were a prominent problem among the homeless, and when survival came into question and medicine was what was needed, it was Bree they turned to.

She first learned her trade from medicinal pirates - dropouts from medical school or gangsters who were taught the ropes - because of the pressing need to simply have something to eat. With each session working with them, however, Bree's skills eventually eclipsed that of her tutors, and her creations surpassed the effectiveness of what was essentially bootleg medicine - eventually, she had learned how to create, true, actual medicine, albeit different from prescribed formulas from conventional (not to mention legal) pharmaceutical business. Nevertheless, their effectiveness was proven.

One night, she contracted a disease - ironic for a girl that frequently treated them - and found that she didn't even have the strength to cure herself. Racked with coughs and a raging fever, the girl that would become Bree was practically delirious by time she was found by Ascendant agents, who were looking for additional specimens

Then the experiments began. Whatever they did erased all memory of her previous life. She was given the designation BR-33, and she was designed to be the perfect battlefield medic. Unlike previous batches that came before, Bree was the culmination of all the previous experimental efforts, and all the compiled data was used in order to create a complete and perfect field medic that with the potential to turn the tides of war singlehandedly.

Equipped with a neural function that allowed her to stay calm at all times, as well as the ability to properly comfort those in pain, or those in their final moments. BR-33 was further armed with medical knowledge and magic ability far surpassing her former self.

Her talents on the field were put to good use - mission after mission, she revived soldier after soldier, allowing them to fight despite having been wounded fatally just moments before, sometimes twice in the same day. The amount of lives she'd saved are in the tens of thousands, and entire battles were turned around through her continuous efforts alone, by simple virtue of reinforcing numbers that by all rights should have been whittled down already.

But of course, the Aliens caught on. Faced with her overwhelming healing abilities, of course they could not let her go unchecked, and an entire battle was set up with the sole objective of capturing and securing her - a fact that the Ascendant armies were not aware of, consequently leading to her detainment.

The war finished with her in incarceration. When freedom was offered, she declined, though her reasons were somewhat different from her peers. She did not need closure, nor did she care for revenge - the fact of the matter is she did not care about what was done to her. But what she did care about were the others like her, who insisted on continuing the war, but simply on a smaller scale.

And as a medic, it was her duty to make sure that the war was won with as few casualties as possible.

Spell List:
Healing field - A high-type magic that creates a starting from herself and spreading in a radius of 20 meters. The field uses residual mana in the air to accelerate healing, at the cost of the one being healed's energy reserves. Best used during times of rest to heal injuries in the least life threatening and traumatic manner.

Comforting Embrace - a mind-type magic, that, asides from her own, carefully programmed demeanor, Bree can use to calm or comfort others through skin contact, as well as dull sensations of pain.

Operational Freeze - through the use of quantum mechanics, Bree can effectively stop time in an area of 12 inches for a period of 10 minutes. She can maintain several of these pockets at the same time, and does not require active focus to maintain.

Tactical Barrier - A high magic type spell, her Nemesis Weapon asides, Bree can create a barrier around her in a radius of 10. It has enough power to withstand most laser volleys and at its highest output, even stop a railgun discharge. The barrier moves with as she moves, meaning it's portable.

Injected Enforced Regeneration - an emergency procedure where Bree forcibly restarts the body's growing process and then rapidly accelerates it into it's prime condition. A high-powered spell from the change branch of magic that can revive a person from practically death - so long as they have not been dead for more than three hours, and their head is intact.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Medicine (x1)
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