EDIT2: OK… Done :)
Appearance:
Name: Sara Holme
Age: 26
Occupation: Mechanic
Abilities: Sara has the defensive ability of flight, something which she integrates with her fighting style to get the upper hand. She is quite quick and nimble on her feet and off them, preferring speed and agility to beat her opponents. Sara will mainly stick to the legal, non-violent fights, but has been known to occasionally venture above-ground for a bit of blood-shed.
Personality:
Pros:
- Resourceful - She likes to prepare for any eventuality in everyday life and always carries a utility belt and kit bag of essentials around with her.
- Brave - Sara is never one to shy away from a challenge or problem. Typically opting for the 'meet your opponent head-on' option when given the chance.
- Sociable - On the whole, Sara is a friendly person. She doesn't easily give up her life-story, but enjoys social interaction and gathering acquaintances.
Cons:
- Anti-Authoritarian - Due to her past Sara has become very independent and fairly self-sufficient, which makes her difficult to work with. She can be quite solitary and has a temper when it comes to management. Sara often feels restricted and defensive when people tell her how to do her job.
- Argumentative - Sara can be very opinionated at times, that coupled with her ‘no-fear’ attitude means she’ll point out, quite loudly, the flaws in the opposing point. Even if she wasn’t originally part of the conversation.
- Ruthless - When push comes to shove, Sara will not hesitate to push you out of her way. She is a survivalist who will not idly lie down die, but fight tooth and nail to ensure she gets out of the situation alive.
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History: Sara was born in the city under London along with her none-identical twin sister Evelynn. She escaped the city about a month after the first known outbreak of the virus hitting London. Sara had been quite oblivious to the effects of the virus at first, and figured it would be another fleeting thing like the common cold that so racked the immune systems of the humans above. That was until it got her sister. The effects had been small to start, or Evelynn had been good at covering them. Loss of voice, irritable temper (which was very unusual behaviour), but Sara dismissed the symptoms as mood-swings. It was when Eve tried suffocating her in her sleep that she really saw the true effects of the disease. Sara was lucky that she was such a light sleeper. After the event Sara quickly escaped the city and sought out a new home, the risk of staying and finding the others within the city walls was too high. Six months later she found herself in Tokyo underground. The quarantine she had to pass was laborious but necessary, and after 2 weeks in confinement she was free to join her new home.
Sara has always held an inkling that it is the humans fault for the virus, but often keeps these thoughts to herself. She is one of the few that doesn't want a symbiosis with the apes living above ground. This deep-seeded distrust was birthed when she and her sister were very young. Sara had always been the more rebellious and confrontational of the two, something their parents put down to the fact that she was born first. This rebellious nature led to the pair of them often sneaking off in the dead of night. Back then Sara was very curious of the humans and their world, and eventually they found an unguarded, derelict tunnel leading to the surface. The trips to the human world were fleeting but nonetheless thrilling. Everything about the way they worked fascinated her childish mind and Sara often snuck away to experience the bustling city life on her own. One day she came across a group of bullies picking on a smaller child. Not standing for the injustice she ran towards the group, shouting and screaming until they all scattered. She held out a hand to the small human boy, expecting thanks but hoping for something more, maybe even a friendship. The boy on the other hand didn't take kindly to the gesture and lashed out, busting her nose. Needless to say she cried the whole way home and most of the night. The act was small in the relative nature of things, but it was enough to nurture an uneasiness around the primitive beings, a root that developed into a growing mistrust over the many years afterwards.
I hope this is along the right lines?
