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"They call me King but, I'm not the ruler;
I'm the Destroyer.

Name:
Valeria Reyes

Alias/Nickname:
Reyes / King

Age:
27

Sex:
Female

Appearance:

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Body Type: Athletic
Bust: 34"
Bra Cup Size: D
Waist: 27"
Hip: 36"

Clothing References:
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Previous Occupation:
Captain in the Local Police Department. 5 years of service.

Starting Equipment:
× .357 Sig Sauer P229 (12 round Magazine)
× Ammunition for 5 full reloads (60 Bullets + Pre-Loaded Clip in Gun = Total of 72 Bullets)
× A Riot Shield in the trunk of her car

Skills:
Advanced Marksmanship:

Reyes is exceptionally comfortable in the use of the most conventional firearms, from pistols to rifles. However, she lack the strength to wield rifles for extended periods of time and favors her handgun all the more.

Light on her Feet:

Her time in Law Enforcement trained her to be cautious of unknown situations and has given her an appreciation for taking stealthy approaches. It also plays to her strength in close quarters combat.

Swift Fists:

Prior to her time on the force, Reyes took many advanced classes in boxing and is not afraid to break a nail like most girls. However, she does tend to reserving using her hand-to-hand skills only when necessary.

Personality:
Reyes is very authoritative by nature, having a very "take charge" demeanor about her. She has a sentimental side to her though, very few have ever seen it. Since the loss of her loved ones, she has become a husk of who she once was, though flashes of her can bleed out from time to time. Reyes comes off cold and heartless, her words concise and straight forward.

Biography:
It had been a normal day in her all but normal life that Thursday. Reyes had gone into work while her husband Anthony stayed at home with their sick 6 year old son Elijah. He had been feverish that morning and Reyes adamantly argued with Anthony over who should stay home. After a short while, Anthony had convinced her that he had more sick days and her job was ultimately more important than his as a small time business man. Dressed in her work attire, Reyes gave her son a long stare from his bedroom door as Anthony patted his head with a damp cloth, shooing her away with a hand and a gentle smile.

-- Three Hours Later --

Reyes sped her patrol vehicle down the streets of her neighborhood, winding in and out of vehicles in impatience. Tossing her phone into her passenger seat, she sped towards her home with tears welled up in her eyes, an ambulance close on her tail.

There had been a 911 call. From her husband. Their son, Elijah, had begun convulsing and foaming at the mouth, unresponsive to anything and turning various shades of colors. It can't be Reyes thought to herself, blinking the burning sting from her eyes as she squealed onto her street and skidded to a stop in front of her house. She was barely able to put the car into park before jumping out and bursting through her front door.

It was a gruesome sight. The medical reports, though sterile in their terminology, told her the only thing that could have been true; Her son had contracted this forsaken plague, and in his body rapidly decaying state infected her husband. Elijah was dead. And Anthony... Government regulations deemed his level of infection to be beyond saving and legal euthanization was mandatory. Normally, this regulation could be implemented without consent of kin. But, being that Reyes was the Captain of the police force, they brought it to her first. She was a broken shell. Instead, she drew her gun from her holster and requested to carry it out herself. No one present would deny her as she entered the sectioned off bedroom of her child. Elijah had long been taken away but, Anthony had been forced to sit until the law had decided what to do with him. And they had.

He looked up into his wifes eyes with a grim expression, noting her sidearm already firmly within her grasp. Anthony had always been an understanding man and now, was no different. "It's alright." he told her, standing on the other side of the room, a large wound on his forearm evident, the blood coagulating unnaturally. "I love you Ria.." he began, his voice breaking as he spoke. Limply, he raised his arm to reach for her, letting it fall as he dared not to touch her. "Please. Do it." he pled as tears flowed freely from his face. "I will watch over Eli until it is your time. Don't rush after me, querida."

That was 3 years ago. Reyes resigned that day, ripping her badge off and tossing it aside as she climbed into her civilian car and driving off, still in uniform and with her sidearm intact. Not a single person has tried to contact her about the legalities. No one would, after all, that East Coast City finally let go of its resistance, becoming just another tribe in the decay of the comets presence.

Valeria wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her arm, blinking up into the glaring sun. She was almost to Icarus City now. It'd only be a few more hours now.

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