Physical description:
Name: Fake ID/Alias is Jetta “Jet” Blue, birth name is Veronica Tchtsoichine
Age: 16
Gender: F
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 105lbs // 49Kg
Hair Dyed black, spiked every which way, shorter on the back, longer bangs.
Eyes Blue
Skin Fair
Appearance:
Black vinyl miniskirt:
http://www.ipso-facto.com/jetw244.jpgBlack fishnet stockings:
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a175/mirella_bel/Pics/Fishnet_Stockings_by_deep_in_silenc.jpgBlack combat boots
Tight bright pink winking hello kitty sleeveless, midriff exposing shirt
Long leather trench coat with right sleeve ripped off at the shoulder.
Large black circuitry tattoo over right arm:
http://www.journaldugamer.com/files/2009/01/custom_1232301813964_faiths_tattoo_01.jpg (New Link! It's Faith's tattoo from Mirror's Edge)
Black leather bracer on right wrist. Has attachment for switchblade knife on it.
http://www.instructables.com/files/deriv/FGT/FBX5/FWI9V0X8/FGTFBX5FWI9V0X8.MEDIUM.jpgPink strike visor shades.
http://www.e-potpourri.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/maison-martin-margiela-designer-l-incognito-sunglasses-detail.jpgSet of clip on rollerblades. (2x2 w/ toe stopper)
Steel choker, steel tag with the name “Jet” engraved on it.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/3776496072_0b05264157.jpgPierced tongue and star sparkle lipstick:
http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj257/Maitina/lengui.jpgCustom industrial piercing, shaped like heart pulse:
http://www.razorbladeproducts.com/xcart/files/images/BSS-14-indX-hb_sm.jpgStatistics:
Str 13 0 3
Con 15 +1 5
Agi 25 (24+1lithe) +8 (+6+2) 34
Cha 21 +4 20
Min 17 +2 8
NL 0 (+4 skill pts, +2 skill pts per level) -5
(Can cash in sp bonus for a feat in lvl 1, 10, 20, will be doing so in lvl1)
Advantages
Lithe (+1 agility)
Keen senses (Perception check always on)
Disadvantages
Exceptionally flammable (lots of hairspray, +2dmg vs. fire)
Frail (Easier to succumb to injury)
Normal Carry: 33Kg
Heavy Carry: 50 Kg
Feats (Class)
Mobile (Can move an extra half of their current speed with an extra move action) - Battle
Stealthy (move full speed while hiding without penalties) - Passive
Environmental Knowledge – Urban +5 to hide checks, 1 difficulty level lower mobility.
Feats (Universal)
Dabbler (Soldier --> Steady Shot) (only -1 accuracy per extra shot instead of -2 with the Squad Automatic Weapon)
Strafing Fire (hit multiple targets in a burst as long as they are within 2 squares, -1 acc per target)
Weapon Finesse (use agil for melee weapon bonus instead of str)
+1adept (level), +2 adapt (Mind bonus), + 1 adapt (race)
Adept: Perception, Stealth, Acrobatics, Fraud
Skills: Survival, Perception, Stealth, Acrobatics, Gather Information, Fraud. (4 initial skill points traded for Fraud to be listed as a skill)
Skill point allocation: 1 to Perception
Equipment:
Thief’s tools 100 0.1
Backpack 10 1
Canteen 5 1.75
Firestarter 3 -
Medkit 20 2.25
MRE 1 1.5
Sleeping bag 1 2.5
Common cloths 10 1
Notebook (cost 10) weight 1
10 pens. (cost 1)
Mirror (hand) (cost 10) weight 0.25
Armour
Ghissle 50 1.5 (+5 to camo +5 to hide)
Weaponry:
Squad Automatic Weapon 250 8 1d12 (+ 1d4 exact bonus) 3-5 shot bursts
Exact 62.5 0.8 add one die (1d4) to damage per shot
Laser Sights 25 0 + 1 critical hit chance
150 Rifle rounds 150 7.5
Knife 15 0.5 1d8
Exact II 7.5 0.1 changes knife 1d4 to 1d8
Total cost: 731 $
Total weight: 29.75 kg
Cash left: 19
Background and personality:
Daddy was a fighter pilot. Captain Tchtsoichine. He was decorated and has been raising her, her twin sister, and older brother alone for the past ten years. They would often move around with the military living in various bases.
Last year he died in the conflict. He was one of the first sent out – and one of many whose body was never recovered.
Her brother Mikhail wanted to take care of Nikita and her. She wanted to run away. She did. Mikhail was working as a doorman for a sleazy bar. After that point he knew that he’d need more money to support his sister Nikita, who still wanted to finish high school, maybe even go to some college – having hopes that earth would win the conflict in a flash. To get the extra credit flow, Mikhail turned dirty and started to become affiliated with gangs. Looting hadn't happened much around this part of the country, but there was still plenty of cream to skim off the top.
In Veronika’s world, she picked up a fake ID under the only name she went by now – Jet Blue - and started having fun at all costs, which was really, no costs. She lived off her looks and her hands – pick pocketing and lock picking for B&E. She did it to live a carefree lifestyle, to buy things she thought were cool, whatever cloths she’d want, and to sleep in different hotel rooms all the time whenever it was convenient. She'd been offered all sorts of money to whore, but she never really needed to go that far. Plenty of people were willing to buy a pretty girl dinner - give her a discount at a motel if she smiled the right way - or hell, if she bent over and smiled the right way she could rob any man blind.
Eventually she messed with the wrong person. A B&E on a drug dealer. A heavy hitter. Went by Riley Escabar Not a problem with someone of her abilities - but she was cocky. She chose a target that knew her well. He caught her on a hidden video surveillance set up he had, red handed lockpicking his safe, taking his stash and money.
Serious business for Escabar. He didn't trust banks, so this was his livelihood. He went up the chain to his supplier to pick a loan for some heavy weaponry and a vow of revenge.
“Jet” was much harder to find than he had figured though. Days had passed with no results. She was off in another city, blowing her new found wealth in style.
The search for her went on for over a week, and, through random chance, one of his associates ran into her twin. The report came in, and he gunned her down on the way back from class. Her body was riddled in bullets the next morning on the way to class, right in front of the school in plain sight. The body was barely recognizable anymore. The resemblance, aside from clothing and hairstyle, had been identical beforehand. He considered his revenge served cold.
Mikhail found out about it first. He knew Escabar. He knew him well. Too well in fact, as he was one of the one of the folk supplying him with extra gang missions. His honour pledge meant little at this point. He came in right away and massacred him. Walked right into his house like always for business and hacked his body to bloody bits with red-eyed rage and meat clever. The next provision was to burn down the estate with a big jug of gasoline and a brass lighter with the words "Fuck you" scratched onto its side with a knife.
Mikhail in turn was found out quickly. He acted in rage and without hesitation, doing it in the middle of the day while her body was still fresh at the morgue. Before the fires had even died down on the household, he was shot down in turn.
It was a full week before Veronika had found out. Her eyes at that point were closed to the world except to what immediately applied to her. She found out through a friend of a friend who only told her some of the details because she knew her and Escabar were getting close, not because she knew of any of the family connections. This news shattered her perspective. Like her brother, her impulsiveness consumed her. She still had a stash of cash at that point from that score, and bought the biggest god damned gun she could find in the black market, as well as the most city camouflaged armour to keep her hidden. With almost the last of her credits, she got herself a private driver back home, paying him extra to speed excessively the whole way and to run any lights he could.
She came in and shot down most everyone in that entire gang chain. Entire rooms filled with her lead. She painted the walls red, and turned carpets into squishy blood sponges. The ambiance of rat-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat combined with screams of her enemies. Her body was splattered in blood, and she smiled her sickest smile yet when she got hold of the one who killed her brother. She took her time with that one, with the knife.
She had her vengeance. Those who commit a crime against Jet – would be paid back a thousand times.
Bigger fish immediately became interested in her. Some wanting to kill her. Some wanting her to kill for them. She didn’t like either. Liked to turn them more into sushi then deal with the fish. Someone so deadly and with a rep for killing off people trying to wack her and messengers alike that eventually she became resilient to being pestered – but she moved around a lot anyway. Hid inside the city. Became one with the urban environment. She wanted all these fuckers to pay, and she was gearing up to hold down the fort for a while.
Then the invasion came. Her mission wasn't completed, there were still plenty of jackasses who deserved to die - but what she had solace in the idea that what she couldn't finish now, the aliens would. Jet moved out of town as fast as she could. As news came worse, she used all the money she had collected, and some money freshly collected, to get herself a flight at inflated emergency costs out to Mars.
We find Jet waiting for her flight today…
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