Alright, since I'm going to be using two characters primarily, I figure it's fair for me to have to make bios for them. So here they are.
Name: Auria Silvandros
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance:
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Faction: Vespa
Weapon: Colt Python as a primary firearm. Auria barely fires the weapon, as doing so means she is in a situation that she is better off running from, but that doesn’t mean she can’t if she needs to. She also uses a great deal of technological devices to give her an edge in most situations.
Specialization: Technology and Infiltration. Auria is the supervising technological member of the Vespa in the New York area.
History:
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Many people would not understand why Auria hates Syris if they knew what her history was. Born into a fairly well-off family, her early life was spent among Syris politicians and military members. Her parents were some of the largest and most wealthy people to support Syris during their initial rise to power, and had managed to keep nearly all of their monetary value even after the stock market collapsed when the war began. Because of this, they were well-respected amongst Syris politicians.
Her life took a turn when she was ten, though. The annual parade to celebrate the end of the war was going on, and her parents had been invited to watch it from a Syris helicopter by friends, a family of Syris politicians that they had known since before Auria was born. Their daughter was the same age as Auria, and the two young girls had known each other since they had been able to recognize other people. The parents had thought it would be fun to give their children an overhead view of something that most could only watch from the ground.
Unfortunately, that parade was a tragedy. An insurgent, thinking irrationally, had taken it upon himself to shoot the helicopter out of the sky and rid the world of some Syris politicians. An RPG aimed at the vehicle had done the job, and the flaming helicopter plummeted earthward, crash-landing on top of a building some fifty feet below it. Through some miracle, Auria wasn’t killed, although everyone else riding the vehicle was. She found rumors later on that her friend might have survived the crash, but then others that said she had died in the hospital from blood loss.
Needless to say, this sparked an irrational fear of riding in helicopters that still plagues her to this day.
While she knew that an insurgent was responsible for the deaths of her parents, something in the young girl’s mind decided that it was the government that was to blame. It was their helicopter and their parade, and they had been the targets. She had just been someone caught in the crossfire. In the end, it was Syris’ fault, not the insurgents.
Auria spent the next several weeks in the hospital, recovering from what had happened. Her injuries had been severe, as several pieces of shrapnel had either embedded themselves in her flesh or torn through her. The most notable was the piece that had severed the muscles in her left shoulder. The doctors managed to stitch it all back together, and she has full functionality, but any movements too sharp will cause it to twinge in pain. Her left eye was also damaged irreparably, but the doctors managed to replace it with a cybernetic one that could do everything the normal one could while still looking the same. The doctors made multiple remarks about how lucky she was to be alive, but she didn’t feel that way.
In any event, the money that she inherited from her parents was enough for her to rent an apartment in New York City and keep it paid for. It was also enough to give her access to some sophisticated computer equipment. Even before her parents’ deaths, she had been a genius when it came to technology, working computers better than most adults employed to do that for a living. That didn’t change as she got older, and she continued to work on various projects, most of them involving anti-Syris websites. The other part of her projects included breaking into the mainframes of various companies and finding out how their various technology worked and how she could work around it.
One of these companies, a high-end contributor to Syris and the SGDF, was of great interest to her, and she probably dug a bit deeper than she should have. For the first time, she wasn’t quite good enough to prevent being caught. Fortunately for her, the person she was caught by was allied with the Vespa, and instead of reporting the break-in to the authorities they sent a Vespa group to go find her. This was due in part to her skill and in part to the anti-Syris work they had found that she had participated in. They were able to do so without too much trouble, and extended an offer that she really couldn’t afford to refuse. They wanted her technical assistance, and her acceptance meant she wouldn’t be reported to the authorities.
Needless to say, she accepted, and over the next several years became one of the best technical experts in North America. Although few Vespa members actually know who she is, her alias among techies, Spirit, is one that is linked to multiple anti-SGDF countermeasures and identity protections that have saved quite a few lives.
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Name: Kristina Pelagius
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance:
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Kristina stands at 5’, 11” tall, with a solid build, the latter due to her military training, mostly. Her hair is black, shoulder length, and her eyes are light blue. They are usually sparking, not literally, but in the sense of emotion, and Kristina usually has a smile on her face to go along with this. She weighs around 157 pounds, any extra weight being made up by muscle, not fat. Despite being solidly built, she is not *big”, but neither can she really be called slim. Everything about her body is perfectly proportioned.
While her body may be perfectly proportioned, Kristina is not perfect by any means. Her skin is white, on the less pale side of the spectrum, and this is slightly disfigured by several scars that she has on her upper body. While most are on the right side of her torso, so unable to be seen in a normal situation, the ones that are visible nearly all the time are on her face. She has one that stretches from the outer side of her left eye to her left ear, and another that is on her right cheek, reaching about halfway from her jawbone to her eye. Lastly, she has one on the right side of her neck, that is a several inches long, and many people have wondered how she managed to survive whatever had given it to her. Kristina cannot remember how she got any of these, so she surmises that it happened when she ended up in the hospital.
One of the other things that Kristina different is her right arm. The entire arm, from shoulder down to hand, is synthetic, made by what she was told was cutting-edge medical technology, even for this day and age. Apparently it was made from organ cloning, as they could not make a synthetic arm that would grow with her. It took effort to reattach all of the muscles and nerves, and even though the feeling in it is not as strong as a normal one it is still enough for her to know that the arm is completely real.
That hand, on the other hand, is made of a synthetic material. Due to complications in the cloned hand, it had to be removed when she turned eighteen, and a hand of synthetic material had to be attached for her to remain in the military. It is more resistant to heat and electricity than a normal hand and is made of a harder material, although it can still take damage. Nerve endings were attached to sensors in the hand, so she can feel with it about the same as she can with her normal hand.
Faction: SGDF
Weapon: Sterling Adaptive Combat Rifle – Kristina’s rifle carries all of the typical features, and is also modified to fire a Ring Airfoil Projectile. As she prefers to keep everyone alive that she can, Kristina uses these unless the situation specifically warrants the use of lethal weapons. The projectiles will detonate on impact, releasing a concussive force that is sufficient to both knock down and disorient her target. In situations that warrant lethal fire, the magazine is simply changed to something more along those lines.
She also carried a Sterling-manufactured handgun, derived from the design of the Five-seveN, for situations such as building clears. In situations where melee is prevalent, Kristina uses only her fists, which are enhanced by the suit that she wears. It is specially made to increase the power of her physical strikes and decrease melee damage done to her. It is also slightly more effective at stopping projectiles, and designed to support her as she leads the squad through a dangerous situation.
Specialization: Pilot of anything that can fly, as well as a well-regarded strike team leader.
History:
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Kristina’s early history is a mystery, even to her. She remembers nothing before she was twelve years old. Her first memory is waking up in a hospital, with doctors crowded around her bed. That memory lasted a total of five seconds, before she blacked out again. It happened several more times, and each time the view looked different, as if she was being moved.
When she finally woke up for good, it was in the same place she had woken up the first time. Even this part of her history is a blur. She can remember the doctors speaking to her, telling her how she had been in and out of consciousness for two years as they attempted to save her life. Apparently, she had been the victim of some kind of attack, and had almost died from it. It was because of this that she had a synthetic arm, as well as the multiple scars on her face. She had also lost her memory because of this. Mental trauma, they told her, and she saw no reason to doubt them. She could remember everything basic, like how to talk, the words themselves, etc, but nothing about herself, her life, or the world.
From then on, she became a ward of the state, and one year later, when she was thirteen, was adopted by Aaron Pelagius, a high-ranking official of the SGDF. As she had no name that she could remember, and none recorded, he decided to name her Kristina after his late wife. It was a name that she liked, and so from them on she was known as Kristina Pelagius. She moved into the Pelagius house, a large mansion several miles outside of New York City, and although it was just her and her father in it she didn’t feel all that alone. The large rooms had a feeling of freedom to them that she enjoyed, even as she grew through her teenage years.
Barely a year after she moved in, Kristina began showing an interest in flying. Even at a young age, and without a real ability to control, she showed an enthusiasm that made her adoptive father laugh on multiple occasions when he found her sitting in the helicopter sitting on the roof pad, moving everything like she was actually flying the machine. As soon as she was old enough to be able to exert accurate control over everything, he gave her lessons in flying, and she quickly grasped the concepts, becoming a licensed pilot by the age of seventeen.
It may have been because of him adopting her that she ended up joining the military at age sixteen, two years earlier than she was supposed to, and it may have been one of the reasons she rose in rank so quickly as well. However, once she was there, very few doubted that Kristina was suited for the job. She was a good leader, and she made smart decisions. Unable to pair her with a specific strike team, the SGDF moved her around to wherever she fit best, and so in the last year she hasn’t had the time to form much of a bond with anyone that she worked with.
During her military service, her skills in piloting moved on to encompass planes and VTOLs, although her preference has always been helicopters.
You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I get and beat you with until you realize who's in command around here.