Post by Cassidy on Sept 27, 2009 10:44:12 GMT -6
Character Name: Project Valkyre 97
Nicknames: Cassidy, Alyra and Max
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi most likely
Gifted: Was naturally Gifted with Postcog is now a Genetic Mutation without the gift.
Power Level: Strong in a new way.
Description: When she was young she looked like her brothers, her hair was buzz cut for her to look like anyone else. As they grew older they were allowed some none uniformed differences. The girls were allowed to grow their hair and so she grew hers, the length always varied but it was dark. It was in this time that they began the genetic treatments to see who took to it and who didn’t. She was one of them that did and she at the age of eighteen was perfection to the male or female eye. They made her more than desirable; made sure that there was not a misused gene or receptor.
Her lips are naturally plump, pink and soft much like her skin that held just the right shade and under tone to give a look of luster. Something that is sought by both Vampire and Lycan alike. Standing at the height of five foot six inches she is neither too tall nor is she too short. She neither looks nor acts as strong as she is. Her eyes were once a warm brown but due to the final treatment became a rich red brown with a vertical slit in both.
Due to the Gene Therapy she was able to alter the colour and length of her hair as well as her eyes but only the light or darkness of the hue from Amber to almost black. Also due to this final treatment she has serrated talons upon her fingers and scales that form gloves creeping up her arms to varying heights. On her right arm the scales end three inches from her elbow, on her left it stretches up to her upper arm with spackles that dance into her shoulder. Scales also took to the right side her throat, shoulder and face covering her right eye and much of her forehead as well leaving the left side almost untouched except for her forehead. Scales also reside down her spine where small spikes protrude doctors suspect they are her vertebra as they seem to move and shift with her movements and do not bend if pressured to do so. Scales spread around her ribs from this but only in small spackles till they curl around to under her arms where they thicken and cover just enough of her breast to act like a bra of some sort giving the illusion of such as she lacks visible nipples. The area is still sensitive to touch perhaps more so. The spackles of scales move down her sides to her hip where they again strength to appear almost like a low rise bikini of some sort that is lacking in the posterior section where the scales of her spine disappears as well.
Personality: At first she would appear gentle, soft spoken, perhaps even shy. Just your everyday girl from next door but this woman has taken lives. More lives than she has bones in her body. The first one was an instructor that had second thoughts about what was taking place in the frigid world of Colombia. His life was taken without remorse when she was nine. Unable to learn emotional attachment of any kind; Unable to fathom the depths of Hate or the truth in love, not knowing the joy of laughter or the pain of tears, not fully and not truthfully. Every time those sorts of experiences came up her mind was pressured so fully that she could not remain conscious to explore what was happening. With such development stunted she is the perfect solider if only she would have remained condition-able.
She was always Trans-genetic created in a lab and grown to be the perfect soldier. She was perfection in their eyes but they wanted her stronger they wanted more use out of her and so started the Genetic alterations that made her faster and stronger than others. The same that took her gifts away and with it a piece of her. She became worried fearful that she would be hunted down and or killed like the others, she remembered them could recall those days so simply. Conditioning broke and continued breaking sooner than expected, she broke free more often, recalled more, much faster than prior times. She became the monster they wanted directed at others, only it was directed at them; the division. Quite different to the usual she tends to watch and listen to others around her before she says a word and usually she drives the nail home in the first sentence uttered. She was always a fighter, always fought against what was even in the division’s labs.
History:
She was not born she was created in a lab with the ‘obtained’ Genetic structure of several human subjects that were previously obtained by the Baldur Division. ‘Subjects’ that held the gene that prevented the bio toxins from entirely wiping them out. Their DNA harvested and taken apart all in the search for the perfect soldier, the perfect humans to continue the species; to bring humans to the top once more or perhaps to just ensure that they were not seen as cattle. Perhaps it was to build a super soldier army for the Division in any sense DNA was harvested by permission or by force.
There were a number of tries, there were subjects anointed with the Project name ‘Sigrid’ and others with the name ‘Thor’ There were a hundred in each. They stuck to that number each of the first two hundred yielding little results and so into the field they went again this time capturing Half-Shifters, half-Vampires and even harvesting from a Dragon so they claimed. From this harvest came enough DNA for three hundred more chances. Of the three hundred only one hundred were viable to be birthed the others digressed or died in their false wombs. Prior experiments watched on the side lines some helping others amazed at what was taking place but none stopping it, or attempting to as their minds were too well conditioned.
It was from this that two Projects were created ‘Fenrir and Valkyre’ from the ‘Valkyre’ Project that she was birthed. Artificial Womb ninety-seven. One hundred of them were created one hundred ‘birthed’ one hundred of them grew up in an orphanage with just enough ‘love’ and attention with rigorous training from the time they could hold a weapon. As time progressed some of the one hundred; most of the males of Project Valkyre began showing their more animalistic DNA strains that could not be controlled, they were either put down or hidden in metal cells for scientist to learn from the errors in their genetics. They began to watch the females of the project more closely, some developed seizures and others would shiver uncontrollably. One of their handlers did not like where things were going they were already nine and twelve and they were trained better than the Military men and women who actually signed up at the age of seventeen and were in it at the age of eighteen. He spoke out against it but was turned into an enemy of the projects. The children of both projects had already dwindled in numbers to sixty three. They were conditioned to believe that he was their enemy and they were sent after him in packs to hunt him down and terminate him.
They did; one or two of them falling but that only dropped their number to sixty one. As training progressed so did their ‘issues’ one such ‘asset’ was taken away and killed, her body lain upon a table. Cassidy as a young girl of twelve watched this and put it to memory. They told her that she died and that they wanted to make sure that what ever made sixty seven sick wouldn’t make the others sick as well. She knew this to be a lie, she knew what happened in the room and such was told to the others and when she started displaying the same ‘shakes’ they all banded together and protected her kept it hidden until they decided to overthrow them. They used an episode where she fell over and began shivering though something told her it was from the cold outside. When the guards rushed to collect her and do the same to her a boy the last male of the Valkyre Project struck knocking the guard back and confiscating his weapon.
They were on the run now and they would have to see it through. Sixty one children were on the move they were accosted by a guard and Project thirty four was shot dead. She was in the arms of the older brothers those of Fenrir when she decided to push off of them and run up the guard kicking his jaw in that action and kicking him down. By the time they broke through the window they were down by seven more, two of those fearful of leaving and so they turned back. One of them being Ninety-eight and her closest sister. Once through the window several more fell, many of them being tazered some into death others took the opportunity to kill the guards doing such. Some made it to the forest and what was sixty continued on as thirty five. They would never know exactly what happened to those that had been captured but they never saw them again.
On the run and in the frigid lands of Colombia did not do well for children but they managed to hunt, scavenge and find both food and shelter, but they were hunted by the division. The division fell upon them when they were eighteen and fifteen more of them died in that great battle but fifteen of the strongest remained standing and those fifteen felt the pressures of Victor. The weakest of them fell first then the strongest. Memories layered, altered almost and many of them near replaced to believe that they had come from happy homes, that they had parents, that they wanted to enlist and that they were the elite although some of them were only fifteen. They bought into it, they were given names instead of numbers... she bought into it until the division had their success story and they found that in a woman that called herself Cassidy.
They came for her and scooped her from her ‘home’ sweeping her into a new life and with such came more conditioning. She worked how they wanted her to some of her targets were easy others not so much. One the line was blurring, the man’s name was Nathaniel, he treated her well and she was taught what to love was like, she was taught true joy and in that the Division was hating it more and more and they began to piece together an extraction team. Nathaniel asked her to marry him and in those moments they struck, she struck back fighting them until their TK Hammer came in. She was thrown against the wall again Nathaniel against an opposing one. She was fighting the reconditioning when Nathaniel got free some how and killed himself.
That reconditioning only meant that they had more memories to cover and more to work with, in the end she was once again useable but now the Gene Therapy started, they wanted to toughen her up and it was working but the results were minute at first. She was forced back into the field while this Therapy was going on the painful changes the shakes came back. Shakes that brought back flashes of forgotten memories, she was reconditioned and then shoved into a conference with another asset, unknown to her he was the one that held her against the wall. And in that room she was being conditioned not only for the main mission they assigned to but another, to seduce him. They were sent into the mission the field of play although she does not and cannot recall anything from beyond the conference room to waking up in the Limo apparently after being in a casino.
In the Limo the ‘breeding project’ mission kicked into action but the Gene therapy had already kicked into action against it, the shakes giving her flashes pictures and memories though her mind told her that she wanted him more than she needed to breathe. The fight between her and her mind’s conditioning continued but her actions were taking Franklin’s clothing off, her fingers brushed against skin and teased him. He used his TK powers holding her to him they would not be left alone, agents swooped on them but Franklin was determined to help her escape and so they exited the Limo and moved to a roof. They kissed again and parted ways he taking on the agents that came. She ran the other way and got away.
She ran never looking back. Cassidy changed her name to Alyna and that was when she came in contact with Richard West; a Shifter. A Leopard Shifter, to be exact. He had been for some time, infected as a young man, and ejected from the Military because of it. He struggled for a time, but in a dangerous world, he hit upon a business that has been a hallmark of civilization for ages. Richard West saved the Postal Service. It began with small couriers, and expanded from there; but as the Dragons and others helped to clear the wreckage of a broken world, Richard realized that there was something missing; safe, reliable transfer of information and communication. The Western-Pacific Postal Service was born, and he rapidly became one of the most successful shifters in a post-modern world.
This was the man that had slowed Cassidy's life on the run now, this was the man that had turned her head, once again. Richard was strong, but not unkind, and the nature of his business kept him travelling up and down the Western Coast. Cassidy went with him, as he never really wanted her far; their relationship had begun as a fiery encounter in a night-club, and had matured into a fiery relationship that had rapidly led towards a proposal. Richard had no idea about her past, but he thought she might be a half-breed, as she was stronger than usual, and he rarely had to restrain himself -- save for the change -- when they were together. Richard was pleased to have the most beautiful woman he'd ever known as his wife, and as a man -- a Shifter -- pushing Fifty, it was quite a thing to have her on his arm at events, and galas, such as they were. It said he was virile, charming, capable. He did love her, but he loved what she did for him just as much.
This life seemed so wonderful until they fell upon her. One Agent tossed her much like a rag doll into a wall that she broke through for it was crumbling drywall of a home that was in disrepair. An unfinished swimming pool lay below and into that she fell. A steel rod slipped into her skin wedging itself between bone. She cried out any attempt at moving caused immense pain. In that moment her life came to her, the man she found and fell in love with the one that she married. It was an attempt to use a happy memory to give her the strength to get past the pain. It didn’t work for every movement of the metal against bone caused her to cry out in agony.
It was Victor, she could not only hear him she could see him. Another fellow, a stoic blonde walked to the edge of the pool and held out his hand. She looked up to them and growled, but those hands that weren’t hands, found their way around her body; She felt his TK grip around her it wasn’t something that she could fight and he ripped her from where she lay. Gasping soundly she found it hard to breath for a moment or two for the pain that shot through her body. In the moment that followed she screamed and clutched her hand over the wound her other arm’s fingers curled into her clothing to keep her shoulder in place. She glanced to Victor, who was smirking. A woman approached from the rear, and she eyed Cassidy. “I don’t think any of her gift remains.” She tilted her head, and looked at the captive woman as if she were something caught on a slide under the lens of a microscope. Victor moved towards her, and touched her forehead, while the blonde tightened his TK grip. Her eyes moved to the woman then back to Victor. A cloth was placed over her mouth and nose, the smell, the stench, she fought trying to get a breath of oxygen rich air rather than the chemicals that induced sleep.
She woke again in a lab stripped almost bare, chained to a metal table. From under her arm she could see the blood running down the table; they hadn’t patched her up yet, which meant what ever the hell they were going to do was going to need her injured to prove that it works. They came in Victor and the woman.
“It seems to have no effect.”
“Boost the dosage.”
“That could kill her.”
“She took well to being overdosed before.”
The needle was raised and pressed into her skin her heart rate spiked as the liquid was pressed into her. She cried out and fought against the restraints; the chains digging into her skin causing her to bleed more. “At this rate she will bleed to death.”
“Give it time.” Victor demanded
Her heart rate climbed higher and higher her back arched painfully she screamed, fighting; it seemed to last for hours but it was only ten minutes before she collapsed and did not move again. The injection that had been given to her six hours prior to the upped dosage had begun to work. She began healing but what healed her were a number of scales that seemed to grow under her skin and then over and through the wounds. Her nails fell off as she began fighting again. Victor moved into the room. He pressed his hand to her head again and spoke to her. Her eyes opened onto his as he attempted to recondition her again. “You are the asset and I am the controller. Repeat after me... You are.”
She smirked dangerously “Cassidy... and you are dead!” The sound of the metal creaking, bending and breaking took the room as the chains were pulled on. Her hand found his throat and she pushed off the table slamming him into an opposing wall and holding him there. “I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I let you catch me.” Victor’s throat was ripped out, ribbons of his skin dangling from her talons. Lunging through a glass wall she tackled the woman as she was scrambling to get away using her as both a shield and a throwing weapon ensured that she died as well. Cassidy launched herself through a glass window landing and only hearing the snap of joints as she rolled and the snap of them moving back into place but there was something else. The initial pain was brief nothing like what there should have been.
By the time she found her way back to the city she had been taken from she had been injured and recovered far too many times, vampires thought her a dragon and attempted to tear her a new one but learned that she could help herself. Part of her face was now scaley and it was growing threatening to over take her. It shimmered in gold not a dragon type she had ever seen but she seemed to like laying in the sun once it rose and she also liked sleeping near the ground. To hide herself she broke into a store that had been closed so very long ago and never opened, she stole furs and gloves though nothing would hide the talons that broke through the leather. She returned to what was their home. She called for him for Richard.
He came running to greet her although he seemed uncertain of who she was. She was ashamed, that was why she was hiding the knew that, he pointed it out to her as well. Her gloved hands reached for her face a moment the curling talons showing through the gloves along with shimmers of the golden scales. She tried to reassure him that she was his wife. She told him the truth, everything that had taken place, every moment of it. He seemed to understand to be concerned about her but when he saw her that changed entirely. He made remarks that caused her to think that she was ugly that all he liked her for was her beauty. He called for the security to come to his aid and hurt her sending her away. His voice was raised as he demanded that she was not his wife. He was transforming before her eyes while she pleaded with him to reason.
He pounced, she dropped onto her back and clawed into his cat pads. They fought slightly with her trying to keep his claws from ripping into her. Pressing her feet into his stomach she spoke to him. “I was trained by that division. I was their perfect Asset. But I left them and never looked back.”
She turned her face to the other side, the side that was untouched by injury or scales. “I am sorry but you’re right, you Wife is dead and you killed her.” She kicked him over into the men that barged in and leapt over the mass of bodies. She was on her own truly now... She fled breaking into stores of empty cities finding anything and everything that she could use. She took to using a sledge hammer as a weapon and even stumbled upon the white House of Washington DC… it was long since abandoned as the place was one of the first to be struck by Bio-warfare. She gathered clothing that didn’t fall apart and weapons, one such was a very old samurai’s sword that had been given to the president of the United States some time ago and continued moving it was all that she could do.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths;
- Stronger than a human not as strong as a vampire
- has been said to be ‘Impossibly’ fast by vampire standards
- Has been trained to fight ever since she was a child and has put into practice the fighting styles since she was 18.
- Heals faster than usual but where serious injury once was becomes covered by armored scales. Vampire Bites are not considered serious enough.
- Cannot be turned unto a vampire.
- Trained as a Covert operative.
Weaknesses;
- Blood is very tasty to vampires near addictive in it’s taste, gives them a power boost in strength and speed, like a high for a drug user.
- Is not anything, does not belong anywhere
- A trans-genetic creation no emotional attachments (Does not understand Emotional attachment to animate or inanimate objects.)
- Does not trust anyone.
- Prone to ‘shakes’ once at rest she may begin shaking almost like a seizure.
- Hates Vampires (Does not like the ‘Fanged’ bunch)
- Pursued by the division for DNA extraction and elimination.
Powers:
Gene Therapy: Dragon
Subtype: Fire
Results:
>As a result of Gene Therapy, the subject exhibits a number of abilities and attributes that are beyond even that of a Psionically gifted human. In fact, they are almost entirely physical, having nothing to do with the various Powers of the Mind that The Division has long tried to cultivate. This was, at its root, and effort to create a Human that was immune to the ravages of disease, including that which nearly wiped out all of humanity; that it also created a “super soldier” was a happy coincidence.
Immunity to Disease and BioToxins: Human Diseases and Viruses no longer affect her. There is no common cold for her, nor has she ever had chicken pox, mumps, or any of the other ailments common to Humanity. Poisons, Weaponized Viral agents, and other biological weapons have no affect on her, as they are primarily geared to attack humanity. To date, there has been no successful Bio-Weapon attack against Dragons. However, were she injected with, for example, necrotic venom; it would have some effect, but her body would automatically adjust and seek to counter it. The venom of certain poisonous Dragons would also have some affect; any damage to her tissue would result in surface flesh being recovered with scales.
Enhanced Senses: She has the senses of a top tier predator. She can track by scent, hear the beating of someone’s heart clearly enough to tell truth from a lie, or vampire from human. She has the kind of vision one would expect of a bird of prey, accurate at great distances, and particularly geared to movement. Her sense of taste is strong enough that she could essentially taste blood on the air, if someone were bleeding in fairly large room. Her sense of touch remains human, with her scales actually somewhat sensitive, despite being armored – much as a snake’s scales would be.
Claws: These are not retractable, though with effort, and filing, they can be concealed and even painted to seem like a woman’s nails. Her fingernails became increasingly chitinous, and more akin to spurs of bone than standard fingernails. They grow to talon length, and hook slightly, and have an interior serrated edge. Because she heals so quickly, and because her claws are a part of her, breaking them or leaving them behind in a target or some other material, is not uncommon. They heal back in the course of a night. She can file the nails down so it seems she’s had a full human manicure, but by morning of the follow day, they are talons again. Her toes are beginning to exhibit this effect as well, to a lesser degree. She can still wear shoes without discomfort.
Healing Factor: She heals more like a Dragon than a human, which is to say, incredibly fast. However, every time she takes a grievous injury, the flesh heals back with scales covering it. As with Dragons, this also retards the biology that causes aging, and she is likely to appear as she does for quite some time to come. This also alters her signature scent, and she would seem more Draconic than human to anyone else with the senses to discern the difference. At a molecular level, she is more dense than a human; denser musculature, requiring a denser bone structure, which requires a more sophisticated circulatory system, as well as a more sophisticated nervous system and neuron-muscular interaction. All of this closer governed by her body’s ability to recover itself from injury. This also serves to make her mind less susceptible to the influence of an Active Telepath (or other Mental assaults), as her body automatically seeks to right itself, a very strong Telepath might be able to affect her, but it would not last very long.
Enhanced Physical Abilities: She is stronger than a human, as mentioned, but not stronger than a “fledgling” vampire. She is exceedingly fast, also previously mentioned, which means her ability to both read and act on a situation make her reaction times entirely unnatural. She is also very durable, healing factor aside, her body is dense and capable of taking punishment that would make any human wince or curl up and wait for death.
Major Weakness: Extreme Cold: Perhaps due to her Fire Dragon genetic implants, but she will always prefer warmer weather. Extreme Cold will reduce the above resistance; a common Winter won’t due, she can withstand various changes in temperature, but if she is denied the sun and left in sub-zero temperatures, while she will do better than any standard human, her resistances can be weakened, and her reaction times made a little sluggish.
Dragonic Alteration: It began as slight changes to the colour of her hair and eyes, no drastic change in colour only lighter or darker than it naturally is it is still possible though it makes little sense to her as she can’t hide the dragon scales or her pupils. Development: 100 posts: Cosmetic Changes to overall appearance, ie. Re-absorption of scales, alteration of talons -- will always have nails.
RP Sample:
It always began the same a woman screaming her hands bound by not leather but chains, pregnant? No in the process of such, men were on her all over her too many of them. The woman was beautiful and bound her mouth was gagged just then and there she stood, looking to her hands she then lifted her eyes to the scene before her. “Let her go!” None could hear her. “Stop it! Let her go!” she tried to move forward but couldn’t. a touch on her shoulder woke her from whatever sleep she was in. Snapping awake she opened her eyes upon one of her friends a team mate that shared the same bunker with her.
“You ok Doll?”
“I am fine... just that... dream again.”
“I won’t let anything like that happen to you, you know that right?” he placed his hand upon her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
“I think, that happened already, it feels like a memory.” She frowned sweeping the sheets away and sitting up upon the edge of the bunk. “It felt like I was there... watching.”
“Were you?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Well” He was cut off by sergeant A.Hole busting through the door, all fifteen men and women jumped to their feet while he mentioned things that were going to happen and debriefed them all. He then came to her, those dark brown eyes lifted to his far lighter blue hues.
“You will be leaving this department, you have been transferred to another quadrant.”
“No...” she stated plainly.
“No?”
“Yes Sir!” she shouted with an almost smile. “I stay with my men and Family Sir! That is my Mandate sir!” One of the other women tried not to snigger and blocked the smile with her hand. The men who were there however chuckled as softly as they could make.
“Your Mandate has been changed. You unfortunately are the best in your field and have been chosen for a new project. You will... you are... going to be a civilian for a very long time.”
“I have been released from Duty?”
“Yes...”
Glancing to the other faces that turned to her she looked to them again each in turn before she spoke again. “Permission to stay for my full term Sir?”
“Fortunately no. Take her.” Suddenly there was a force of wind and too many of her fellow men fell her own body was thrown against the door of the bunker and kept there.
“Bastard...” she muttered before blacking out. The dream came again just as before though this time when she opened her eyes she was in a white room. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Pushing her body up from the bed she decided to lay back down groaning loudly as she rolled over onto her back. “Where in the name of Jesus have you people taken me... I did see your black suits so I know you are back... what the fuck do you want now?”
PB Name: Jessica Alba
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Nicknames: Cassidy, Alyra and Max
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi most likely
Gifted: Was naturally Gifted with Postcog is now a Genetic Mutation without the gift.
Power Level: Strong in a new way.
Description: When she was young she looked like her brothers, her hair was buzz cut for her to look like anyone else. As they grew older they were allowed some none uniformed differences. The girls were allowed to grow their hair and so she grew hers, the length always varied but it was dark. It was in this time that they began the genetic treatments to see who took to it and who didn’t. She was one of them that did and she at the age of eighteen was perfection to the male or female eye. They made her more than desirable; made sure that there was not a misused gene or receptor.
Her lips are naturally plump, pink and soft much like her skin that held just the right shade and under tone to give a look of luster. Something that is sought by both Vampire and Lycan alike. Standing at the height of five foot six inches she is neither too tall nor is she too short. She neither looks nor acts as strong as she is. Her eyes were once a warm brown but due to the final treatment became a rich red brown with a vertical slit in both.
Due to the Gene Therapy she was able to alter the colour and length of her hair as well as her eyes but only the light or darkness of the hue from Amber to almost black. Also due to this final treatment she has serrated talons upon her fingers and scales that form gloves creeping up her arms to varying heights. On her right arm the scales end three inches from her elbow, on her left it stretches up to her upper arm with spackles that dance into her shoulder. Scales also took to the right side her throat, shoulder and face covering her right eye and much of her forehead as well leaving the left side almost untouched except for her forehead. Scales also reside down her spine where small spikes protrude doctors suspect they are her vertebra as they seem to move and shift with her movements and do not bend if pressured to do so. Scales spread around her ribs from this but only in small spackles till they curl around to under her arms where they thicken and cover just enough of her breast to act like a bra of some sort giving the illusion of such as she lacks visible nipples. The area is still sensitive to touch perhaps more so. The spackles of scales move down her sides to her hip where they again strength to appear almost like a low rise bikini of some sort that is lacking in the posterior section where the scales of her spine disappears as well.
Personality: At first she would appear gentle, soft spoken, perhaps even shy. Just your everyday girl from next door but this woman has taken lives. More lives than she has bones in her body. The first one was an instructor that had second thoughts about what was taking place in the frigid world of Colombia. His life was taken without remorse when she was nine. Unable to learn emotional attachment of any kind; Unable to fathom the depths of Hate or the truth in love, not knowing the joy of laughter or the pain of tears, not fully and not truthfully. Every time those sorts of experiences came up her mind was pressured so fully that she could not remain conscious to explore what was happening. With such development stunted she is the perfect solider if only she would have remained condition-able.
She was always Trans-genetic created in a lab and grown to be the perfect soldier. She was perfection in their eyes but they wanted her stronger they wanted more use out of her and so started the Genetic alterations that made her faster and stronger than others. The same that took her gifts away and with it a piece of her. She became worried fearful that she would be hunted down and or killed like the others, she remembered them could recall those days so simply. Conditioning broke and continued breaking sooner than expected, she broke free more often, recalled more, much faster than prior times. She became the monster they wanted directed at others, only it was directed at them; the division. Quite different to the usual she tends to watch and listen to others around her before she says a word and usually she drives the nail home in the first sentence uttered. She was always a fighter, always fought against what was even in the division’s labs.
History:
She was not born she was created in a lab with the ‘obtained’ Genetic structure of several human subjects that were previously obtained by the Baldur Division. ‘Subjects’ that held the gene that prevented the bio toxins from entirely wiping them out. Their DNA harvested and taken apart all in the search for the perfect soldier, the perfect humans to continue the species; to bring humans to the top once more or perhaps to just ensure that they were not seen as cattle. Perhaps it was to build a super soldier army for the Division in any sense DNA was harvested by permission or by force.
There were a number of tries, there were subjects anointed with the Project name ‘Sigrid’ and others with the name ‘Thor’ There were a hundred in each. They stuck to that number each of the first two hundred yielding little results and so into the field they went again this time capturing Half-Shifters, half-Vampires and even harvesting from a Dragon so they claimed. From this harvest came enough DNA for three hundred more chances. Of the three hundred only one hundred were viable to be birthed the others digressed or died in their false wombs. Prior experiments watched on the side lines some helping others amazed at what was taking place but none stopping it, or attempting to as their minds were too well conditioned.
It was from this that two Projects were created ‘Fenrir and Valkyre’ from the ‘Valkyre’ Project that she was birthed. Artificial Womb ninety-seven. One hundred of them were created one hundred ‘birthed’ one hundred of them grew up in an orphanage with just enough ‘love’ and attention with rigorous training from the time they could hold a weapon. As time progressed some of the one hundred; most of the males of Project Valkyre began showing their more animalistic DNA strains that could not be controlled, they were either put down or hidden in metal cells for scientist to learn from the errors in their genetics. They began to watch the females of the project more closely, some developed seizures and others would shiver uncontrollably. One of their handlers did not like where things were going they were already nine and twelve and they were trained better than the Military men and women who actually signed up at the age of seventeen and were in it at the age of eighteen. He spoke out against it but was turned into an enemy of the projects. The children of both projects had already dwindled in numbers to sixty three. They were conditioned to believe that he was their enemy and they were sent after him in packs to hunt him down and terminate him.
They did; one or two of them falling but that only dropped their number to sixty one. As training progressed so did their ‘issues’ one such ‘asset’ was taken away and killed, her body lain upon a table. Cassidy as a young girl of twelve watched this and put it to memory. They told her that she died and that they wanted to make sure that what ever made sixty seven sick wouldn’t make the others sick as well. She knew this to be a lie, she knew what happened in the room and such was told to the others and when she started displaying the same ‘shakes’ they all banded together and protected her kept it hidden until they decided to overthrow them. They used an episode where she fell over and began shivering though something told her it was from the cold outside. When the guards rushed to collect her and do the same to her a boy the last male of the Valkyre Project struck knocking the guard back and confiscating his weapon.
They were on the run now and they would have to see it through. Sixty one children were on the move they were accosted by a guard and Project thirty four was shot dead. She was in the arms of the older brothers those of Fenrir when she decided to push off of them and run up the guard kicking his jaw in that action and kicking him down. By the time they broke through the window they were down by seven more, two of those fearful of leaving and so they turned back. One of them being Ninety-eight and her closest sister. Once through the window several more fell, many of them being tazered some into death others took the opportunity to kill the guards doing such. Some made it to the forest and what was sixty continued on as thirty five. They would never know exactly what happened to those that had been captured but they never saw them again.
On the run and in the frigid lands of Colombia did not do well for children but they managed to hunt, scavenge and find both food and shelter, but they were hunted by the division. The division fell upon them when they were eighteen and fifteen more of them died in that great battle but fifteen of the strongest remained standing and those fifteen felt the pressures of Victor. The weakest of them fell first then the strongest. Memories layered, altered almost and many of them near replaced to believe that they had come from happy homes, that they had parents, that they wanted to enlist and that they were the elite although some of them were only fifteen. They bought into it, they were given names instead of numbers... she bought into it until the division had their success story and they found that in a woman that called herself Cassidy.
They came for her and scooped her from her ‘home’ sweeping her into a new life and with such came more conditioning. She worked how they wanted her to some of her targets were easy others not so much. One the line was blurring, the man’s name was Nathaniel, he treated her well and she was taught what to love was like, she was taught true joy and in that the Division was hating it more and more and they began to piece together an extraction team. Nathaniel asked her to marry him and in those moments they struck, she struck back fighting them until their TK Hammer came in. She was thrown against the wall again Nathaniel against an opposing one. She was fighting the reconditioning when Nathaniel got free some how and killed himself.
That reconditioning only meant that they had more memories to cover and more to work with, in the end she was once again useable but now the Gene Therapy started, they wanted to toughen her up and it was working but the results were minute at first. She was forced back into the field while this Therapy was going on the painful changes the shakes came back. Shakes that brought back flashes of forgotten memories, she was reconditioned and then shoved into a conference with another asset, unknown to her he was the one that held her against the wall. And in that room she was being conditioned not only for the main mission they assigned to but another, to seduce him. They were sent into the mission the field of play although she does not and cannot recall anything from beyond the conference room to waking up in the Limo apparently after being in a casino.
In the Limo the ‘breeding project’ mission kicked into action but the Gene therapy had already kicked into action against it, the shakes giving her flashes pictures and memories though her mind told her that she wanted him more than she needed to breathe. The fight between her and her mind’s conditioning continued but her actions were taking Franklin’s clothing off, her fingers brushed against skin and teased him. He used his TK powers holding her to him they would not be left alone, agents swooped on them but Franklin was determined to help her escape and so they exited the Limo and moved to a roof. They kissed again and parted ways he taking on the agents that came. She ran the other way and got away.
She ran never looking back. Cassidy changed her name to Alyna and that was when she came in contact with Richard West; a Shifter. A Leopard Shifter, to be exact. He had been for some time, infected as a young man, and ejected from the Military because of it. He struggled for a time, but in a dangerous world, he hit upon a business that has been a hallmark of civilization for ages. Richard West saved the Postal Service. It began with small couriers, and expanded from there; but as the Dragons and others helped to clear the wreckage of a broken world, Richard realized that there was something missing; safe, reliable transfer of information and communication. The Western-Pacific Postal Service was born, and he rapidly became one of the most successful shifters in a post-modern world.
This was the man that had slowed Cassidy's life on the run now, this was the man that had turned her head, once again. Richard was strong, but not unkind, and the nature of his business kept him travelling up and down the Western Coast. Cassidy went with him, as he never really wanted her far; their relationship had begun as a fiery encounter in a night-club, and had matured into a fiery relationship that had rapidly led towards a proposal. Richard had no idea about her past, but he thought she might be a half-breed, as she was stronger than usual, and he rarely had to restrain himself -- save for the change -- when they were together. Richard was pleased to have the most beautiful woman he'd ever known as his wife, and as a man -- a Shifter -- pushing Fifty, it was quite a thing to have her on his arm at events, and galas, such as they were. It said he was virile, charming, capable. He did love her, but he loved what she did for him just as much.
This life seemed so wonderful until they fell upon her. One Agent tossed her much like a rag doll into a wall that she broke through for it was crumbling drywall of a home that was in disrepair. An unfinished swimming pool lay below and into that she fell. A steel rod slipped into her skin wedging itself between bone. She cried out any attempt at moving caused immense pain. In that moment her life came to her, the man she found and fell in love with the one that she married. It was an attempt to use a happy memory to give her the strength to get past the pain. It didn’t work for every movement of the metal against bone caused her to cry out in agony.
It was Victor, she could not only hear him she could see him. Another fellow, a stoic blonde walked to the edge of the pool and held out his hand. She looked up to them and growled, but those hands that weren’t hands, found their way around her body; She felt his TK grip around her it wasn’t something that she could fight and he ripped her from where she lay. Gasping soundly she found it hard to breath for a moment or two for the pain that shot through her body. In the moment that followed she screamed and clutched her hand over the wound her other arm’s fingers curled into her clothing to keep her shoulder in place. She glanced to Victor, who was smirking. A woman approached from the rear, and she eyed Cassidy. “I don’t think any of her gift remains.” She tilted her head, and looked at the captive woman as if she were something caught on a slide under the lens of a microscope. Victor moved towards her, and touched her forehead, while the blonde tightened his TK grip. Her eyes moved to the woman then back to Victor. A cloth was placed over her mouth and nose, the smell, the stench, she fought trying to get a breath of oxygen rich air rather than the chemicals that induced sleep.
She woke again in a lab stripped almost bare, chained to a metal table. From under her arm she could see the blood running down the table; they hadn’t patched her up yet, which meant what ever the hell they were going to do was going to need her injured to prove that it works. They came in Victor and the woman.
“It seems to have no effect.”
“Boost the dosage.”
“That could kill her.”
“She took well to being overdosed before.”
The needle was raised and pressed into her skin her heart rate spiked as the liquid was pressed into her. She cried out and fought against the restraints; the chains digging into her skin causing her to bleed more. “At this rate she will bleed to death.”
“Give it time.” Victor demanded
Her heart rate climbed higher and higher her back arched painfully she screamed, fighting; it seemed to last for hours but it was only ten minutes before she collapsed and did not move again. The injection that had been given to her six hours prior to the upped dosage had begun to work. She began healing but what healed her were a number of scales that seemed to grow under her skin and then over and through the wounds. Her nails fell off as she began fighting again. Victor moved into the room. He pressed his hand to her head again and spoke to her. Her eyes opened onto his as he attempted to recondition her again. “You are the asset and I am the controller. Repeat after me... You are.”
She smirked dangerously “Cassidy... and you are dead!” The sound of the metal creaking, bending and breaking took the room as the chains were pulled on. Her hand found his throat and she pushed off the table slamming him into an opposing wall and holding him there. “I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I let you catch me.” Victor’s throat was ripped out, ribbons of his skin dangling from her talons. Lunging through a glass wall she tackled the woman as she was scrambling to get away using her as both a shield and a throwing weapon ensured that she died as well. Cassidy launched herself through a glass window landing and only hearing the snap of joints as she rolled and the snap of them moving back into place but there was something else. The initial pain was brief nothing like what there should have been.
By the time she found her way back to the city she had been taken from she had been injured and recovered far too many times, vampires thought her a dragon and attempted to tear her a new one but learned that she could help herself. Part of her face was now scaley and it was growing threatening to over take her. It shimmered in gold not a dragon type she had ever seen but she seemed to like laying in the sun once it rose and she also liked sleeping near the ground. To hide herself she broke into a store that had been closed so very long ago and never opened, she stole furs and gloves though nothing would hide the talons that broke through the leather. She returned to what was their home. She called for him for Richard.
He came running to greet her although he seemed uncertain of who she was. She was ashamed, that was why she was hiding the knew that, he pointed it out to her as well. Her gloved hands reached for her face a moment the curling talons showing through the gloves along with shimmers of the golden scales. She tried to reassure him that she was his wife. She told him the truth, everything that had taken place, every moment of it. He seemed to understand to be concerned about her but when he saw her that changed entirely. He made remarks that caused her to think that she was ugly that all he liked her for was her beauty. He called for the security to come to his aid and hurt her sending her away. His voice was raised as he demanded that she was not his wife. He was transforming before her eyes while she pleaded with him to reason.
He pounced, she dropped onto her back and clawed into his cat pads. They fought slightly with her trying to keep his claws from ripping into her. Pressing her feet into his stomach she spoke to him. “I was trained by that division. I was their perfect Asset. But I left them and never looked back.”
She turned her face to the other side, the side that was untouched by injury or scales. “I am sorry but you’re right, you Wife is dead and you killed her.” She kicked him over into the men that barged in and leapt over the mass of bodies. She was on her own truly now... She fled breaking into stores of empty cities finding anything and everything that she could use. She took to using a sledge hammer as a weapon and even stumbled upon the white House of Washington DC… it was long since abandoned as the place was one of the first to be struck by Bio-warfare. She gathered clothing that didn’t fall apart and weapons, one such was a very old samurai’s sword that had been given to the president of the United States some time ago and continued moving it was all that she could do.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths;
- Stronger than a human not as strong as a vampire
- has been said to be ‘Impossibly’ fast by vampire standards
- Has been trained to fight ever since she was a child and has put into practice the fighting styles since she was 18.
- Heals faster than usual but where serious injury once was becomes covered by armored scales. Vampire Bites are not considered serious enough.
- Cannot be turned unto a vampire.
- Trained as a Covert operative.
Weaknesses;
- Blood is very tasty to vampires near addictive in it’s taste, gives them a power boost in strength and speed, like a high for a drug user.
- Is not anything, does not belong anywhere
- A trans-genetic creation no emotional attachments (Does not understand Emotional attachment to animate or inanimate objects.)
- Does not trust anyone.
- Prone to ‘shakes’ once at rest she may begin shaking almost like a seizure.
- Hates Vampires (Does not like the ‘Fanged’ bunch)
- Pursued by the division for DNA extraction and elimination.
Powers:
Gene Therapy: Dragon
Subtype: Fire
Results:
>As a result of Gene Therapy, the subject exhibits a number of abilities and attributes that are beyond even that of a Psionically gifted human. In fact, they are almost entirely physical, having nothing to do with the various Powers of the Mind that The Division has long tried to cultivate. This was, at its root, and effort to create a Human that was immune to the ravages of disease, including that which nearly wiped out all of humanity; that it also created a “super soldier” was a happy coincidence.
Immunity to Disease and BioToxins: Human Diseases and Viruses no longer affect her. There is no common cold for her, nor has she ever had chicken pox, mumps, or any of the other ailments common to Humanity. Poisons, Weaponized Viral agents, and other biological weapons have no affect on her, as they are primarily geared to attack humanity. To date, there has been no successful Bio-Weapon attack against Dragons. However, were she injected with, for example, necrotic venom; it would have some effect, but her body would automatically adjust and seek to counter it. The venom of certain poisonous Dragons would also have some affect; any damage to her tissue would result in surface flesh being recovered with scales.
Enhanced Senses: She has the senses of a top tier predator. She can track by scent, hear the beating of someone’s heart clearly enough to tell truth from a lie, or vampire from human. She has the kind of vision one would expect of a bird of prey, accurate at great distances, and particularly geared to movement. Her sense of taste is strong enough that she could essentially taste blood on the air, if someone were bleeding in fairly large room. Her sense of touch remains human, with her scales actually somewhat sensitive, despite being armored – much as a snake’s scales would be.
Claws: These are not retractable, though with effort, and filing, they can be concealed and even painted to seem like a woman’s nails. Her fingernails became increasingly chitinous, and more akin to spurs of bone than standard fingernails. They grow to talon length, and hook slightly, and have an interior serrated edge. Because she heals so quickly, and because her claws are a part of her, breaking them or leaving them behind in a target or some other material, is not uncommon. They heal back in the course of a night. She can file the nails down so it seems she’s had a full human manicure, but by morning of the follow day, they are talons again. Her toes are beginning to exhibit this effect as well, to a lesser degree. She can still wear shoes without discomfort.
Healing Factor: She heals more like a Dragon than a human, which is to say, incredibly fast. However, every time she takes a grievous injury, the flesh heals back with scales covering it. As with Dragons, this also retards the biology that causes aging, and she is likely to appear as she does for quite some time to come. This also alters her signature scent, and she would seem more Draconic than human to anyone else with the senses to discern the difference. At a molecular level, she is more dense than a human; denser musculature, requiring a denser bone structure, which requires a more sophisticated circulatory system, as well as a more sophisticated nervous system and neuron-muscular interaction. All of this closer governed by her body’s ability to recover itself from injury. This also serves to make her mind less susceptible to the influence of an Active Telepath (or other Mental assaults), as her body automatically seeks to right itself, a very strong Telepath might be able to affect her, but it would not last very long.
Enhanced Physical Abilities: She is stronger than a human, as mentioned, but not stronger than a “fledgling” vampire. She is exceedingly fast, also previously mentioned, which means her ability to both read and act on a situation make her reaction times entirely unnatural. She is also very durable, healing factor aside, her body is dense and capable of taking punishment that would make any human wince or curl up and wait for death.
Major Weakness: Extreme Cold: Perhaps due to her Fire Dragon genetic implants, but she will always prefer warmer weather. Extreme Cold will reduce the above resistance; a common Winter won’t due, she can withstand various changes in temperature, but if she is denied the sun and left in sub-zero temperatures, while she will do better than any standard human, her resistances can be weakened, and her reaction times made a little sluggish.
Dragonic Alteration: It began as slight changes to the colour of her hair and eyes, no drastic change in colour only lighter or darker than it naturally is it is still possible though it makes little sense to her as she can’t hide the dragon scales or her pupils. Development: 100 posts: Cosmetic Changes to overall appearance, ie. Re-absorption of scales, alteration of talons -- will always have nails.
RP Sample:
It always began the same a woman screaming her hands bound by not leather but chains, pregnant? No in the process of such, men were on her all over her too many of them. The woman was beautiful and bound her mouth was gagged just then and there she stood, looking to her hands she then lifted her eyes to the scene before her. “Let her go!” None could hear her. “Stop it! Let her go!” she tried to move forward but couldn’t. a touch on her shoulder woke her from whatever sleep she was in. Snapping awake she opened her eyes upon one of her friends a team mate that shared the same bunker with her.
“You ok Doll?”
“I am fine... just that... dream again.”
“I won’t let anything like that happen to you, you know that right?” he placed his hand upon her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
“I think, that happened already, it feels like a memory.” She frowned sweeping the sheets away and sitting up upon the edge of the bunk. “It felt like I was there... watching.”
“Were you?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Well” He was cut off by sergeant A.Hole busting through the door, all fifteen men and women jumped to their feet while he mentioned things that were going to happen and debriefed them all. He then came to her, those dark brown eyes lifted to his far lighter blue hues.
“You will be leaving this department, you have been transferred to another quadrant.”
“No...” she stated plainly.
“No?”
“Yes Sir!” she shouted with an almost smile. “I stay with my men and Family Sir! That is my Mandate sir!” One of the other women tried not to snigger and blocked the smile with her hand. The men who were there however chuckled as softly as they could make.
“Your Mandate has been changed. You unfortunately are the best in your field and have been chosen for a new project. You will... you are... going to be a civilian for a very long time.”
“I have been released from Duty?”
“Yes...”
Glancing to the other faces that turned to her she looked to them again each in turn before she spoke again. “Permission to stay for my full term Sir?”
“Fortunately no. Take her.” Suddenly there was a force of wind and too many of her fellow men fell her own body was thrown against the door of the bunker and kept there.
“Bastard...” she muttered before blacking out. The dream came again just as before though this time when she opened her eyes she was in a white room. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Pushing her body up from the bed she decided to lay back down groaning loudly as she rolled over onto her back. “Where in the name of Jesus have you people taken me... I did see your black suits so I know you are back... what the fuck do you want now?”
PB Name: Jessica Alba
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