Spinel
For some bazar reason, spoiler tags don't seem to be working. It coiuld just be my computer, but they don't appear. Please help.
Abilities
Tech/weapons:
She's a broad all rounder for guns (she's more of a sniper gal, really pushing the cliche here) but her pride and joy is her Crosstail. Long, thin, almost invincible wires that she uses to ensnare and wound her opponent. Though mostly using it to trap opponents, she can use them as a sort of hook shot, with impact boots that are also designed to give her a boost in jumping. Without them, she'd just break her legs and that'd be that.
Often resorting to bombs. Mines, grenades, sticky, timed. You name it, she'll throw one at you.
Most of her tech enables mobility and protection in some form. There is one force field, but she only has one and they are quite difficult to replace. She mainly relies on the boots for mobility. She has twin gauntlets on her forearms that extend into shields and have medium damage shots with pauses between. The faster the shots, the weaker they are.
She has an array of guns, but generally has the sniper rifle on her back (which she often removes before missions if it isn't required and slows her down) and a primary fire for her gauntlets, though that is mainly used for medium to short range as of poor targeting.
Info:
She normally gathers/is presented with large amounts of info on anyone she may have to fight, allowing her to prepare beforehand. But if left with little information then she is at a major disadvantage and probably wouldn't even fight.
Physical & Mental:
She's strategic and is fully aware of this, using it to her advantage. She prefers not to face opponents head on for fear of being torn to damn shreds.
She relies heavily on her mobility and defensive capabilities presented by her technology. Preferring to dodge or block attacks. Spinel is rather fast by human standards, not Olympic is some areas, but militant none the less.
She is trained in hand to hand combat and while decent at it, it's not winning her any battles any time soon.
AI:
She has access to a AI, though glitchy and bugged. It's connected to a small chip in the back of her neck that helps her receive, collect and share information. So she's kind of stuck with it. It can momentarily control electronics or machines depending on how powerful its target us but doing this takes a lot of effort on its behalf as it is VERY underdeveloped. Mostly, she prefers to force it into silent mode as its assently child like persona and experience with the outside works makes her-it question everything it comes across. Spinel mainly views it as a distraction and hinderace. Though it can be useful, it's glitchy and is a beta version, meaning it pretty much sucks at most things not specific to select parts of its programming and removing it would be extremely painful and dangerous. So she just deals with it. The two kind of grow co-dependant, to Spinels displeasure.
Weaknesses:
Though trained, she possesses no inhuman strength or agility without her handy dandy tech. Without most of it, she'd be pretty eh all round, and breaking it leaves her powerless against the seemingly demigod like RHGs or secret agent badasses that are surprisingly common.
Strait up battles are almost a definite loss for her, as she would get her ass kicked by any halfway decent RHG. Anyone fast enough or with wide spread attacks can easily hit her or make it difficult for her to dodge.
Spinel can't take a hit well, and trust me dose she gets hit a lot. She's allmost pitiful in this sense, forcing her to either doge or block the attack. She generally prefers not to engage at all.
As mention before, without info on her opponent, she's pretty screwed. With no powerful strength and attacking power to back her up she has to exploit people for weaknesses. But if she doesn't know what those weaknesses are, she's boned.
She is known for overthinking and overanalysing situations, literally to the point of being paranoid. Irritable at the best of times and slightly sociopathic, unable to communicate or develop and hold positive relationships. Nothing to do with fighting, just making her a not so special little snowflake.
About
While I can't go to much into her cheesy backstory, not much is need to know. She bounces to employer to employer based on what they can do to help her own selfish needs and radical vision for humanities future.
After a while, she was pegged down by a leader into a relatively unknown group called "The Locus" Inlisted into a small test group by the name of Project SALEM which of 12 formidable fighters with unique abilities, meaning little old her had to fight every step of the way to ranking 9 out of the 12.
Hey, cliches are easy.
Personality
Selfish, logical and kinda an ass. If you can't help her, she won't help you. Signs of sociopath tendencies and nihilism in every day activities and horribly cynical and sarcastic.
She is manipulative and slightly awkward in holding normal conversation, though she derives a guilty sense of thrill from pulling off crazy plans.
Often cowardly and would gladly cheat to win. She's perfectly willing to run or abandon a battle if she's clearly losing or didn't gain anything from winning. She holds her life as more important to her than others. If it was between her and a town of orphans, she'd pick herself. Not narcissistically, but simply because she's afraid of dying.
Well spoken but often profanic and radical in her beliefs. Any task she has to complete that envolves crime or murder is taken relatively well. She doesn't really care what she does so long as it doesn't affect her negatively.
Appearance:
Stick figure: A kinda boysen berry colour. (Used to be lime, but then I remembered Alpha)
Human: a tall, lithe figure with milky pale skin and short cut hair with two long strands down both shoulders. Sporting a high coloured, dark trench cloakish-duster hybrid with two capsules at her side where she keeps her CrossTails. Metallic boots designed for shock impact absorption. Cutting electric green eyes and a physically average figure in the more feminine areas. Long face, though she is not attractive, nor putrid. Matching gauntlets on both forearms.
Clan
Skyfire (unofficial at this stage due to several errors)
Demo
The wide room of blinding snow white stretched out before her, metal heels clicking sharply against the cold, smooth tiles as she advanced.
A warm voice met her ears, words like whisps of air, cool and gentle. Spinel felt her fists unclench almost involuntary at the silky tone, white knuckled fading back to its pale complexion.
Are you ready? the voice murmured softly.
A breathy sigh escaped her lips and she soothed her bristling nerves. "Sure, yeah. Let's go with that."
Spinel raised her gaze, the crackle of materialising pixels constructing into autonomous forms alerting her. A sea of scattered figures of black speckled like deadly confetti across the mountainous room and she pulled her limbs into a defensive stance as the honeyed voice counted down.
Three
Spinel met the cold soulless gaze of her new simulated opponents, grinding her teeth as she readied for the onslaught.
Two
She could practically see them itching to tear flesh from bone as they awaited their programmed held them at bay for only a few moments longer.
One
Her muscles sprung into action and before she could even proses the situation she dove to the right as a black figure charged.
She whipped around, sliding a gun out in one fluid moment, the slick pieces slid into place with a click, the barrel blazing icy blue as them hum of electricity buzzed in the air. The bolt sprung from the gun as her finger squeezed the trigger.
The bullet flew true and man burst like a deformed grape, scarlet staining the white tiles as the inky black form crumbled into dissolving pixels.
Behind you!
Spinel fell to one knee, the punch sailing over her head. She slammed his ankles from beneath him and shoved the still warm barrel into its chest, hissing in irritation as innards decorated her side.
The lady twisted on her heel, boot nearing a oncoming assailants skull with a sickening crunch.
Another three darted forth and she stepped back, gaze flipping side to side in caution. One flew towards her. The springs in her boots coiled and she vaulted over its head, blank gaze meeting hers for a split second as she tugged the garrotte-like wires around its throat.
Hauling it around she clenched her teeth in effort as she felt her new meat shield meet the blade of its fellow attacker. She thrust the body forward, pixels peeling away slowly as life drained from its limp figure. The slowly diminishing weight of the body held here second opponent at bay and she fired yet another bolt into the thirds head.
Spinel yanked her wire free from the almost ashen corpse below her, planting her foot into the other holographic being beneath it and cracking its skull with her strangely intricate metal boots.
The ground shook with a colossal quake, the thundering roar of metal on metal filled the massive chamber as if a great beast was rising from its slumber.
Tiles slid back underneath her feet with a smooth hum and Spinel scrambled back. Pillars burst from the voided pits that peppered the chamber floor in a distant gridlock, steam bloomed and dissolved as the towers sped towards the ceiling at neck and neck speed.
Spinel wasted no time in awe of these fresh spectacles and dove to her left, a bolt of red gun fire blazing through the air she had been in mere milliseconds before. She hissed through clenched teeth as a stinging pain ached in her arm from the awkward slide across the floor.
Rolling onto her knees, she hit the button on the strange metal gauntlets adorning her forearms. A smooth, unscarred shield unfolded and Spinel brought it up mere moments before a cascade of bullets rained upon it.
She fumbled for a moment before lobbing a small ball over her head. Mere moments later a defending boom resonated around her, leaving her ears ringing. A single torn limb hit the tiles next to her with a wet thump.
Spinel retracted the shield and pulled herself to her feet. Her pupils dilated at the new wave of soulless husks advancing and she made a executive choice.
A tactical retreat.
At break neck speed and yelling words better left unidentified at the top of her lungs.
Spinel spewed a burbled mix of curses as she approached one of the titanic towers, her wires ‘wirred’ into action and her boot heels coiled. She muttered a prayer as the crescendo of footsteps behind her gained more and more colour and intensity.
“Good God or gods if you exist, I'm sorry I never believed in you, you glorious motherf – aaHhhHHHHHHHHHHHHAA!”
She felt the slight tug of her wires connect to the rising pillars head and the coils in her boots release, sending her flying upwards.
“AH HA!” Spinel screeched at the top of her sandpaper dry lungs, words caught in the wind, unheard by all, even if they tried. Or if anyone in the room wasn't trying to break her neck instead of listen to her epiphanies. “I KNEW IT! SCREW YOU!”
Her body was gripped in adrenaline and she pulled her feet before her, metal boots pushing away from the speeding past pillar when the wire swayed. Sparks screeched and a wail of metal snagging slight furrows in the white towers sounded each time her feet connected. To her displeasure, she felt like some kind of backwards mountain climber.
The mass of black converged below her, moving to attempt to surround the pillar. Some ant like forms began to scuttle up the smooth towers with seemingly impossible grip and speed, though far behind and more specks of dust than threats to her.
She twisted around, scattering a handful of strange contraptions to the seething mass below. Spinel winced at the thunderous booms that rung in unison. She spared a glance down, adopting a satisfied yet soured expression at the carnage below. Crimson stained the tiles like spilt ink to snowy paper, peppered with slowly degrading limps and torsos.
The tower stopped its ascension, Spinel hitching in the air at the sudden stop. She fed her wire and dug her heels into the wall, sliding down. The wind tore claws through her hair, chilling her to the bone a her face was slightly pulled up by the infernal speed. The woman grappled with her rifle, lining up her crosshairs at scattered survivors far from the tower. Each muffled shot boomed, but few bodies fell with the acceleration Spinel was descending.
Storting in irritation her eyes met a figure below, running towards the towers base. Spinel tucked it away and sprung away from the tower, wires loosening at her command. A slight jarring spike ran through her legs and the dust billowed towards the sky on her landing, the coiled boots absorbing the sheer hight of her fall.
She pulled the knife imbedded in its skull free with a sickening squelch, twirling it in her fingers before sliding it into her jacket with smooth precision.
Spinel rose her gaze a second to late, pulling back a few inches as the bullet flew past.
A sickening trail of torn flesh decorated her cheek and for the first time that day her blood mixed with her opponents.
Slowly, the dozens of still alive or scattered remains of the still fading burst into a cloud of pixels before dissipating slowly. The blood peeled back into pixels and in a matter of seconds the only blood left in the chamber was her own.
Warm trails of red ran down in rivulets from her cheek, staining the floor like the twisted holograms blood once had.
Objective failed.
Time: 2 M 43 S 17 MS.
Kills: 87
Try again?
Exit simulation?
If the try again button had any physical presence, it would have shattered.
HOLY LORD DO I NEED CONSTRUTIVE CRITICISM!
