Post by Sarah on Jun 18, 2009 23:00:50 GMT -5
Mouse, Human, Snow Leopard, 14 posts ~ Leroy's Note
Name: Sarah
Nickname: Wyvern
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: She’s about five foot five, of average build. While not classically beautiful she has a certain intensity about her that makes up for it. She has dark, almost black, shoulder length hair and blue eyes which are usually covered by glasses since morphing and contact lenses might not mix.
Usually wears baggy pants and a tank top, though she’s taken to wearing a tight jumpsuit to maintain decency and warmth when morphing.
Personality: Cynicism and sarcasm form the windows through which she sees her world. Duty, once the prime focus in her life, has given way to expediency and a desire for freedom. This doesn’t mean she’s given up loyalty however. She’d follow her boss to the ends of the earth and beyond.
Biography: Born to a poor family in Nevada, Sarah did not have an easy life. Her mother died in child birth along with her younger sister when she was five, leaving her father in charge of two boys and a girl. She put up with the taunting of her brothers and the richer more privileged children and managed to pass by the skin of her teeth. As soon as she got out, she submitted an application to the US Army and left for boot camp. Her first combat action was the attempt to take the Pool Ship, and she was hit by enemy fire. Major burns left her crippled and weak, even if the pain had not sent her into a coma. When she finally came out almost two years later, her weakened state was enough for her to consider and attempt suicide. SPECTER offers her the chance to walk again and serve her country. She jumps at the idea and lasts for a few months before becoming disillusioned. Even though she's around the same age as her colleagues she sees herself as more mature and overall 'better' then the others around her.
After picking up an anonymous tip on the police scanner she and the others come across one of Cadge's former teams that went rogue. She acquires the leader, takes his cell phone, and manages to arrange a solo meeting where she plans to kill him.
Seeing what she is, after an offer to pay for her silence is declined, he puts her in touch with one of his operatives who takes to using her to sniff out targets. She uses the random texts and phone calls she gets to help her team take out some criminals that they wouldn't have heard of otherwise. After some time she begins to get messages about freedom from the monotony of her life and promises of glory. She believes these promises and starts doing more commissions from Cadge, while also trying to turn the rest of her team to join her. Unfortunately SPECTER found out about it and decided to stop her. She was forced to run and begin working for the criminal full time. It hasn’t diminished her desire to be free though.
How they were recruited: The air was still in the hospital room. The monotonous sound of a pneumatic pump was the only noise besides an occasional cough. Lying in the bed was something that barely looked human anymore. It’s been almost two years since the war had ended, long enough that those who had died had been laid to rest and the wounded were well again.
The figure in the bed shifted slightly, cracking the scabbed flesh that covered its torso and causing it to ooze slightly. At least that’s the story that the news gives the public. The dracon fire did more damage to some than people can think about... Getting caught in the backwash of a heavy blast is enough to blister skin and scorch Kevlar. Getting hit by a blast usually kills you. I guess you could say I was unlucky in that regard. The person moaned and gripped the side of the bed as agony washed over them.
Close enough to the rhinoceros that a missed shot hit me, yet stubborn enough to survive. Legs are gone according to the doctors. Left arm crippled. Lungs scarred from inhaling superheated air. Yet I survive the battle, the rout, and the mop-up. I live while others didn’t. Doesn’t seem fair really. Eyes flicked open and darted across the room until they rested on the service uniform that had been brought. Gleaming on the top was a box containing the Purple Heart. I agreed to serve until death takes me. Seems like I’m still serving after that.
They had brought the medal in today. A general and his close staff, a couple of the friends that hadn’t died or abandoned the survivor as a lost cause, faked sleep had kept them from trying to talk. It was the first day of real consciousness since reaching the hospital. I don’t even need the life support they said. It just serves to ease the pain... A glint in the darkness, a service pistol in its holster with the uniform.
~
It took twenty minutes to get dressed. Hauling yourself out of bed isn’t fun even if you’re not covered from head to toe in second and third degree burn scars. With them it turns your life into a nightmare. Eight minutes to cross two feet of floor by pulling oneself along with a single working limb. Imagine, pulling on the shirt, ignoring the plasma and blood that soaked it as you buttoned it, then pants, jacket, tie, belt and finally the hat. Finally its finished, pants tucked up under the stumps of legs that remained.
Sarah smiled. She may be a wreck and a walking corpse but she was still a soldier. She lived as one and she would die as one. Her hand slipped to her belt, unclipped the pistol and brought it under her chin. “This we’ll defend,” her voice croaked out a second before her finger squeezed the trigger... Nothing happened. Surprised, she brought the gun up to look at it.
“I removed the firing pin before they brought it in. I didn’t want you to go through with it before we had a chance to talk. Full dress uniform and a single shot to end your life? Very classy in my opinion. I’ll tell you what, listen to what I have to offer and if you still want to kill yourself you can borrow my gun. It’ll be as if I never came to bother you.” He opened up the jacket of his suit enough that she could see the holster under his arm.
“Talk then, so we can get it this over with.” She thought about throwing the gun at him and abandoned the idea, it’d probably make her fall out of the chair.
“I’m with a relatively new organization, the Special Persons for Emergency Contracting of Tactical Enforcement Reserves. SPECTER for short. We’re giving you a second chance to serve your country. We- Why are you laughing?”
It wasn’t laughter really, more of a labored chuckle with what she had to work with. “I’ve been in a coma for two years. I can barely lift my arm above my head and my skin is so thin you can cut me with a pencil. And yet you expect me to serve?” The ghost of a smile touched her lips.
“We have one of the morphing cubes at our disposal. Your body will be regenerated from your genome after transforming which will leave you well again. Once again, though, the choice is yours. You can stay here and die, or come with me or live. Either way your old life ends this night.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue cube with his left hand, and offered the grip of his pistol with his right.
Eyes flickered back and forth. Death and freedom or life and service, it always seemed to come down to this. She reached out her hand to the morphing cube.
How they left: “They’re gone, I’m the only one who made it out. One of the agents caught wind of the fact I was trying to convert the others and came in to stop it. Lethal force.” She gasped for breath as she sank into a seat in the truck that had pulled up. “I don’t think they know who recruited me though.”
“They’d better not. It would be most unfortunate if you had told them anything about me, since your safety is now effectively in my hands.” It was the voice of Cadge, the underworld leader she’d tracked down so many months ago. That mission should have ended with his capture, instead it led to her seeing the world for what it was. “Did you at least manage to set them on Vimes’ trail? That fool has caused me a lot of trouble and he needs to be dealt with.”
“Yeah, I thought someone might have been reporting so I dropped a couple hints about his gang and the operations in the north harbor. Any word on that pay you owe me for my help? They’ll be freezing my accounts now.” She eyed the man next to her. Dressed in a well tailored khaki safari suit he looked a bit ridiculous. “Also... Why in the world are you dressed like that.”
The car was pulling through traffic, moving towards a warehouse that was owned by somebody who owed Cadge some favors. “Yes, here’s a set of false identification and a bank account routed through it. Should be enough to get a decent apartment somewhere in this town. Keep up with my commissions and you’ll be set.” He pulled a small envelope out of the sun visor and handed it to Sarah. Inside were a social security card, drivers license, birth certificate, etc. Everything needed to become a new person. “As for why I’m wearing this, I’m going hunting after I drop you off.”
“What type of game are you going after?”
He smiled as he pulled into the warehouse and stopped so she could leave. “The most dangerous kind, naturally.”
First morphs: Mouse, Human
Snow Leopard – When you work at a zoo, you get grabbed to help with the oddest things. Snow leopard was tranquilized for a medical exam because of a slashed pad and they needed extra hands to move her onto an operating table. Sarah took the chance to acquire the thing as well as help move the awkwardly long cat.
Name: Sarah
Nickname: Wyvern
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: She’s about five foot five, of average build. While not classically beautiful she has a certain intensity about her that makes up for it. She has dark, almost black, shoulder length hair and blue eyes which are usually covered by glasses since morphing and contact lenses might not mix.
Usually wears baggy pants and a tank top, though she’s taken to wearing a tight jumpsuit to maintain decency and warmth when morphing.
Personality: Cynicism and sarcasm form the windows through which she sees her world. Duty, once the prime focus in her life, has given way to expediency and a desire for freedom. This doesn’t mean she’s given up loyalty however. She’d follow her boss to the ends of the earth and beyond.
Biography: Born to a poor family in Nevada, Sarah did not have an easy life. Her mother died in child birth along with her younger sister when she was five, leaving her father in charge of two boys and a girl. She put up with the taunting of her brothers and the richer more privileged children and managed to pass by the skin of her teeth. As soon as she got out, she submitted an application to the US Army and left for boot camp. Her first combat action was the attempt to take the Pool Ship, and she was hit by enemy fire. Major burns left her crippled and weak, even if the pain had not sent her into a coma. When she finally came out almost two years later, her weakened state was enough for her to consider and attempt suicide. SPECTER offers her the chance to walk again and serve her country. She jumps at the idea and lasts for a few months before becoming disillusioned. Even though she's around the same age as her colleagues she sees herself as more mature and overall 'better' then the others around her.
After picking up an anonymous tip on the police scanner she and the others come across one of Cadge's former teams that went rogue. She acquires the leader, takes his cell phone, and manages to arrange a solo meeting where she plans to kill him.
Seeing what she is, after an offer to pay for her silence is declined, he puts her in touch with one of his operatives who takes to using her to sniff out targets. She uses the random texts and phone calls she gets to help her team take out some criminals that they wouldn't have heard of otherwise. After some time she begins to get messages about freedom from the monotony of her life and promises of glory. She believes these promises and starts doing more commissions from Cadge, while also trying to turn the rest of her team to join her. Unfortunately SPECTER found out about it and decided to stop her. She was forced to run and begin working for the criminal full time. It hasn’t diminished her desire to be free though.
How they were recruited: The air was still in the hospital room. The monotonous sound of a pneumatic pump was the only noise besides an occasional cough. Lying in the bed was something that barely looked human anymore. It’s been almost two years since the war had ended, long enough that those who had died had been laid to rest and the wounded were well again.
The figure in the bed shifted slightly, cracking the scabbed flesh that covered its torso and causing it to ooze slightly. At least that’s the story that the news gives the public. The dracon fire did more damage to some than people can think about... Getting caught in the backwash of a heavy blast is enough to blister skin and scorch Kevlar. Getting hit by a blast usually kills you. I guess you could say I was unlucky in that regard. The person moaned and gripped the side of the bed as agony washed over them.
Close enough to the rhinoceros that a missed shot hit me, yet stubborn enough to survive. Legs are gone according to the doctors. Left arm crippled. Lungs scarred from inhaling superheated air. Yet I survive the battle, the rout, and the mop-up. I live while others didn’t. Doesn’t seem fair really. Eyes flicked open and darted across the room until they rested on the service uniform that had been brought. Gleaming on the top was a box containing the Purple Heart. I agreed to serve until death takes me. Seems like I’m still serving after that.
They had brought the medal in today. A general and his close staff, a couple of the friends that hadn’t died or abandoned the survivor as a lost cause, faked sleep had kept them from trying to talk. It was the first day of real consciousness since reaching the hospital. I don’t even need the life support they said. It just serves to ease the pain... A glint in the darkness, a service pistol in its holster with the uniform.
~
It took twenty minutes to get dressed. Hauling yourself out of bed isn’t fun even if you’re not covered from head to toe in second and third degree burn scars. With them it turns your life into a nightmare. Eight minutes to cross two feet of floor by pulling oneself along with a single working limb. Imagine, pulling on the shirt, ignoring the plasma and blood that soaked it as you buttoned it, then pants, jacket, tie, belt and finally the hat. Finally its finished, pants tucked up under the stumps of legs that remained.
Sarah smiled. She may be a wreck and a walking corpse but she was still a soldier. She lived as one and she would die as one. Her hand slipped to her belt, unclipped the pistol and brought it under her chin. “This we’ll defend,” her voice croaked out a second before her finger squeezed the trigger... Nothing happened. Surprised, she brought the gun up to look at it.
“I removed the firing pin before they brought it in. I didn’t want you to go through with it before we had a chance to talk. Full dress uniform and a single shot to end your life? Very classy in my opinion. I’ll tell you what, listen to what I have to offer and if you still want to kill yourself you can borrow my gun. It’ll be as if I never came to bother you.” He opened up the jacket of his suit enough that she could see the holster under his arm.
“Talk then, so we can get it this over with.” She thought about throwing the gun at him and abandoned the idea, it’d probably make her fall out of the chair.
“I’m with a relatively new organization, the Special Persons for Emergency Contracting of Tactical Enforcement Reserves. SPECTER for short. We’re giving you a second chance to serve your country. We- Why are you laughing?”
It wasn’t laughter really, more of a labored chuckle with what she had to work with. “I’ve been in a coma for two years. I can barely lift my arm above my head and my skin is so thin you can cut me with a pencil. And yet you expect me to serve?” The ghost of a smile touched her lips.
“We have one of the morphing cubes at our disposal. Your body will be regenerated from your genome after transforming which will leave you well again. Once again, though, the choice is yours. You can stay here and die, or come with me or live. Either way your old life ends this night.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue cube with his left hand, and offered the grip of his pistol with his right.
Eyes flickered back and forth. Death and freedom or life and service, it always seemed to come down to this. She reached out her hand to the morphing cube.
How they left: “They’re gone, I’m the only one who made it out. One of the agents caught wind of the fact I was trying to convert the others and came in to stop it. Lethal force.” She gasped for breath as she sank into a seat in the truck that had pulled up. “I don’t think they know who recruited me though.”
“They’d better not. It would be most unfortunate if you had told them anything about me, since your safety is now effectively in my hands.” It was the voice of Cadge, the underworld leader she’d tracked down so many months ago. That mission should have ended with his capture, instead it led to her seeing the world for what it was. “Did you at least manage to set them on Vimes’ trail? That fool has caused me a lot of trouble and he needs to be dealt with.”
“Yeah, I thought someone might have been reporting so I dropped a couple hints about his gang and the operations in the north harbor. Any word on that pay you owe me for my help? They’ll be freezing my accounts now.” She eyed the man next to her. Dressed in a well tailored khaki safari suit he looked a bit ridiculous. “Also... Why in the world are you dressed like that.”
The car was pulling through traffic, moving towards a warehouse that was owned by somebody who owed Cadge some favors. “Yes, here’s a set of false identification and a bank account routed through it. Should be enough to get a decent apartment somewhere in this town. Keep up with my commissions and you’ll be set.” He pulled a small envelope out of the sun visor and handed it to Sarah. Inside were a social security card, drivers license, birth certificate, etc. Everything needed to become a new person. “As for why I’m wearing this, I’m going hunting after I drop you off.”
“What type of game are you going after?”
He smiled as he pulled into the warehouse and stopped so she could leave. “The most dangerous kind, naturally.”
First morphs: Mouse, Human
Snow Leopard – When you work at a zoo, you get grabbed to help with the oddest things. Snow leopard was tranquilized for a medical exam because of a slashed pad and they needed extra hands to move her onto an operating table. Sarah took the chance to acquire the thing as well as help move the awkwardly long cat.