Post by Charlie Frost on Dec 29, 2018 18:58:18 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Charlie Frost
Nickname(s): Frost
Age: 28
Height: Five Feet Eight Inches
Weight: 132
Blood Type: A-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Silver
Hair: Silver
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Exercise, Weight Lifting, Running, Weapons Practice, People Watching
Talents: Weapons, Hand to Hand, Military Operations, Stealth, Drawing, Sketching
Favorite things: Her weapons, Her tattoos, Oreos, Anything Sweet, Stress Ball
Miscellaneous: Charlie is covered in a wealth of tattoos all over her body. They usually signify something but she doesn't normally do a whole lot of talking about them. There is one bare spot on her left hip though only she knows of her plans for that specific spot.
Mental Information
Personality: Charlie tends to be quiet, she doesn't speak much but what she says is usually well thought out. She doesn't change her mind very often once it's made up. Everything she does is usually fairly calculated and she takes her orders very seriously. Charlie isn't one for chatting with people or making friends. Mostly because she lacks the social skills to actually make the friends and has never had a love life beyond a casual dalliance.
Mentality: Raised in the military life she tends to lean that way. Her weapons and her body are her priorities. She sees things in tactics, strategies, and priorities. She isn't one for wasting time. She believes that life is lived with a purpose. She lacks the social abilities to make small talk and blend in seamlessly in life. Secretly, she longs for some kind of connection out there but has no way to even start something like that and anything that does start usually ends up sabotaged by her without even realizing it.
Ideal: To dominate those around her, to follow orders.
Belief: Service above all else.
Physical Information
Build: Charlie has a great deal of muscle on her lithe body. While she's slender one move of her pale skinned body and one can see the rippling muscle underneath.
Defining Marks: Covered in dark black tattoos, no color what so ever, they are stark on her very pale skin. She has a lot of scars.
Description: She stands at five feet nine inches tall. Pale skin and silver hair that hangs down around her. Sometimes in dreads, sometimes in smooth locks, sometimes up. It depends on her day and the plan for it. Her skin is also covered in various scars on her back from a whip in the past not to mention those that she attained through being a soldier and training as well as missions that she has completed. Her eyes are as silver as her hair and often give her away for the genetic experiment that she is.
History Information
History:
Charlie would never know her mother, she was a woman in a birthing house run by the military of Prota. Inseminated with an embryo she had nothing to do with but with a body which would not reject the embryo that they had already custom tailored to what they needed in a baby. Charlie was born and for a while she was nameless. There were many of the babies that were born within weeks of each other that had already perished because of various defects. Experimentations on the deceased were common around the compound to learn what went wrong and many testing done on those that went right to determine how they had gone in another direction all together. She was not perfect, the eyes that had meant to be blue, had turned silver after her birth and her hair had adopted the same hue. Though, outside of that she had no actual defects and was allowed to live.
When the first year had passed, the surviving six out of an original eighteen children had finally been named. As the third born, she was named Charlie and her Sergeant had given her the last name of Frost as a joke regarding her hair and her eyes. By the time the six of them were three years old they were running through obstacle courses, assembling guns, and learning how to fight. Their childhood was highly regimented and they were raised just as though they were at boot camp their entire life. They woke up together, worked out, ate breakfast, went into training, lunch, weapons classes, dinner, obstacle courses, and bed. There was little time to do anything social. Each of the children exhibited the Qi powers from birth. Something that they had inherently been born with and Charlie was no different.
The soldiers of The Six, as they were eventually to be known as, were often encouraged to fraternize with each other. They had been sterilized temporarily but the frustrations and stress of their day to day lives needed differing forms of release and this was one of them. They all called each other brother and sisters, there were four males and two females of the Six. Charlie was closest to her brother Bravo throughout her life and he was the one that she leaned on when times grew tough and life stress amped up to a whole new level.
Once they were teens they began to head out on actual missions beyond the compound where they were raised. No longer were they in mock missions with dummy rounds. They were now in full blown missions. They were three missions in when Delta, a sister, perished her death hit the group hard but they refused to change their name from the Six to anything else. She would always be with them. Through Charlie's life, they tattooed her body. For every triumph, for every failure, for every punishment.
The whip lashes on her back and the backs of her brothers were their punishments. Every mission failure, every ounce of insubordination, every moment they were not in perfect line with perfect bunks. Their punishments were harsh, severe, and they were expected to perform and train through them. There was no down time. You performed sick, wounded, and near death. You were a machine, an animal, and an arm of the military forces. What your body needed, what your soul needed, were unimportant.
Charlie still works with her brothers, Alpha, Bravo, Ep, and Fox. They are the only family she has ever known, the only people that she has spent her life with and every mission counts. They have nursed each other back to health and stitched each other up on the battlefield.
Attack: 12
Defense: 12
Speed: 10
Perception: 7
Energy: 9
Qi Name: Wolfsbane
Strengths: Stronger, faster, feral. Adding various different attributes like being stronger by allowing her body to morph into something other than her own. Sharp claws coming out of her own fingers and the speed of a wolf in motion. She tends to thrive when she is the wolf giving into her baser desires and her baser instincts she lets all of those just take over and enjoys the feeling of letting go. She keeps her cognitive functions while she is changed yet there is something hard about going from animal back to human.
Weaknesses: Her mind does not easily come back to complete thought after a full transformation. After using the Qi she is often more quiet and reserved than before. Usually has more animalistic qualities for a brief time, as little as a few minutes, to an hour depending on how long she remained changed. Her body often hurts after using the abilities and she tends to tire quickly because of the change and the fact that pain wears out her nervous system.
Zero Ability: Minor Wolf: Through her training and her genetic experimentation she has been able to unlock her Qi at a young age. Minor Wolf allows her fingers to sprout sharp nasty claws that are primed for a weapon use. They are about four to six inches long and come out when she ignites her Qi for the initial use. She also adds half her energy to her attack while she is in this mode allowing her strength to come through fully. Her senses are also sharper allowing her to see further, hear better, than she could without the Qi.
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