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Character's full name: Lena Kadick (She does not use this surname ever)
Aliases: *Lenna Solderberg (This is what she's on the books as, currently), Loren Strauss, Lana Roberts, Lara Laurens, Lira Harper, Lisa Langers, Eliana Vespeda, Ellie, Ell. She goes by Lenna most of all.
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Birthday: April 16, 1984
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American mutt.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: United States (Maine), grew up in Cartagena (Columbia)
Appearance
Hair color and style: Current hair style --
Dirty Blonde, and cut short. Lenna is a natural blond, but she often dyes her hair brown. It's almost a mix between the two.
Eyes: Blue-Green. (Brown-colored Contacts for Romania)
Height: 5’7
Build: Sleight, but sporty
Visible mutation: Not Applicable
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: All mental.
Other features: None.
Images:
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Image 10(Photographs all lovingly taken from franekchrzonszcz's gallery on deviantart.They are a genius, credit where credit is due.)
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Everyday clothing style: She likes scarves, blue sweaters, and black turtleneck t-shirts.
Uniform: It depends entirely on the mission
Sleepwear: Nude, or in underwear.
Miscellaneous clothing: Striped t-shirt, vintage army hat.
Character
Personality:
Lenna’s like a fire, burning down the ashes and engulfing the world. Her vices lick at the walls of social constraints, searing them away. Her tongue waggles the talk of independence and thinking for one’s self. Her burning desire for self rule brings with it a warped sense of morals and values. Anything is acceptable as a means to an end for her, and the path to enlightenment is paved in good intentions.
She does have a conscience, though. It's buried somewhere between her wanting to enlighten the world and her wanting to burn it. A sadist who loves the sound of her own voice, she makes for a very interesting storyteller in this game of life. Any move is a gamble, and she’s a gambler by heart. Always hopping towards the next lily pad of self-interest, she looks for buyers to sell her morality to.
Lenna loves stories of the mythic individual. Cowboys and super heroes fascinate her, and Casablanca and Dirty Harry are her favorite movies.
Hobbies/ Interests: Baseball, gambling, firearms.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: There’s always that core fear of the child soldier that some day the fighting will stop, and there will be nothing left to keep living for. There will be no paychecks either. Lenna’s also afraid of motherhood. She feels like she’d make a terrible mom.
Special talents: Sharp eyes and keen hand-eye coordination. She has a gambler’s eye for details. Years of various martial arts training regimens, and experience with a wide range of weapons. Lenna is ambidextrous. She knows Spanish, English, Japanese, Russian, Mandarin, and French.
Theme Song:
Bury, by Pay money To my painAlternate theme: The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Her morality is like her payment plan. It’s up for negotiation.
Adaptions
Adapted Human – Active, Full Nullification aura with a range of 10 feet.
Adaption description: Lenna has a nullification aura of 10 feet, within which a mutant's powers are completely canceled out.
Strengths: Shuts down mutant powers within the aura's range. See rules for
Adapted aura fields.Weaknesses: Constantly active. Prevents positive powers from helping her within the aura.
Additional weaknesses: Allergic to strawberries and bees.
Fighting Style:
Lenna has been trained in a variety of martial arts styles, including Aikido, Judo, Fujian White Crane, Wushu Kung Fu,, Karate, and Krav Maga. Of these, her focus fell mainly to the last.
Growing up, Lenna thought of fighting in simplistic terms. The goal of a style was to teach one how to handle threats. She realized that with multiple styles cluttering one's mind, threat response became difficult. There were too many possible responses. Lenna found that to be a problem, while training under various teachers. Thus, as she trained, Lenna purposefully shaved her fighting style down to the elements of the many styles that she felt achieved best results. She focused on efficiency. Seeing this, her teachers responded positively, pushing her towards the style that they felt best fit Lenna. They style in question was Krav Maga.
Krav Maga is a style that aims to simplify fighting, by focusing on being reflexive, with few stances, training for efficient responses, and brutal counterattacks. The goal is efficiency. Strong, low-risk kicks, basic punching strikes, and various blocking techniques help round out the many elements in Krav Maga.
It fit Lenna perfectly. Lenna adapted her personal style to that of Krav Maga happily, and never looked back.
Lenna is more about fluidity of motion, focusing on intercepting, preemptively stopping, and countering attacks. She isn't a major fan of show-offy moves.
Outside of Krav Maga, Lenna has also been trained in the use of the katana, an antiquated weapon she finds weak, and firearms, which she prefers.
While Lenna is capable of taking threats down easily through close combat, she prefers to fight long-range. Guns are better than samurai swords and fists. The better the gun, the more efficient the kill. If forced to fight at close-range, she uses Krav Maga. Occasionally, she digs out a pair of knives. Those are for people that earn her ire. They're special cases, exceptions she does not make often.
Pros for fighting style: Guns are deadly. Krav Maga is brutally efficient. She could swing a katana around, if she really wanted to.
Cons for fighting style: Guns often draw attention. She prefers to keep out of the spotlight. In her line of work, it's better to go unseen than to get caught. If fights go close-range, you're in a situation where you're bound to draw attention to yourself. If you're carrying a katana around, you've already drawn that attention. Good job, idiot. That's a quick and easy path towards getting yourself killed by a rival assassin! ... But, yeah... sometimes, it's impossible not to get a little hotheaded and show off. And guns do need bullets... one has to make that money somehow, be it working for shady organizations, flexing your trigger finger, or working on your own. Sometimes, Lenna makes mistakes.
She's only human.
Faction Allegiance
Kabal, Order - Double Agent
History Of Your Character:
Cartagena is a port city on the northern coast of Colombia, and a center of economic activity in the Caribbean region. It’s a popular tourist destination. Maybe it shouldn’t be so popular… kidnappings and murders occur often during peace time. The drug trades of Columbia go in and out of the port from day to day.
Columbia has always had a problem with crime. The drug trade runs wild, and modern-day Columbia averages 70 massacres a year. It was into this world that handles over 90 percent of the world’s cocaine supply that one young girl was baptized. It all happened on the 22nd of March in the year 1989.
Lenna was 5 years old at the time. Her parents, two wealthy lawyers from Maine, were out on holiday that month on a cruise. In their haste, they’d neglected to arrange a babysitter for their daughter. They decided to take her with them. That, they’d soon find out, was a mistake. Their cruise was stopped by pirates off the coast, and they were killed. Little did she know at the time, but the person behind the attack would soon become a major part of her life. Lenna wouldn’t know until much later how big a part he actually was…
She was orphaned and alone in a far-off land, left crying on the deck of the ship. In the chaos of the pirate attack, one person helped her to a getaway boat. The silhouette was framed in her mind for years to come, dark outlines burned in place by the blistering background on blue and the midday sun. Not a cloud hung in the sky that day; the pureness of the blue seemed unfair. As their boat sped across the water, Lenna looked upon the face of her shadow savior and was shocked. The girl was young, only 8 or so years older than little Lenna. Her hair was pitch black, and her face Hispanic. She asked Lenna for her name in Spanish, but Lenna didn’t know how to answer. All she could do was talk loud, and ask questions. When they got to the mansion she’d be spending her next 12 years at, all she had were more questions to ask.
Eliana Vespeda was her savior’s name. At 13 years old, she’d been one of the pirates that attacked the cruise. She worked for Bolivar Cortez, Columbian drug lord and member of the AUC, as a member of his personal army of girls. Bolivar Cortez always had valued the power of feminine grace. At her request, Cortez allowed Lenna into his army’s ranks. At the time, he thought Eliana was too soft. Still, he accepted her judgment and fulfilled her request. From age 5, Lenna was schooled and trained on the mansion grounds.
She trained in a group of 20 girls of varying ages. Eliana was one of these girls. She took it upon herself to take Lenna under her wing. As they trained together in marksmanship and the martial arts, a friendship grew between them. Eliana was like the big sister Lenna had never known or wanted. When Lenna graduated from the training at the age of 13, she partnered with Eliana as a two-girl assassin team.
During the time spent at the mansion, Lenna studied many things. She became affluent in the world of American pop culture. She read her share of comics, saw her share of Westerns and detective movies, and fell in love with the idea of the mythic individual. In their free time, the girls gambled and played baseball for fun. Lenna got very good at pitching and reading people. She had a keen eye for things. During all this time, she learned the language of the land along with several others.
At 16, she was sent on her first contract killing on her own.
At 19, she left to pursue her own interests for a while with Cortez’s approval. Her travels initially took her to Europe, like any other teen on a mission of self-discovery. Through all those years training under Cortez, she’d never heard about her parents. This trip was not only a search for her identity, but for them as well…Or information.
She supported herself on the money earned from working for Cortez. Whenever she felt the need, she signed onto another contract. She travelled around Asia for a while, taking cases for the people she felt deserved to die. She didn’t argue with people if they paid up front. Not every hit followed the rule. At the time, Lenna considered herself enlightened, and willing to slosh through the muck to bring that eye-widening moment of realization to others. She brought it to a mayor in Tokyo named Izumo Katsuragi, and a wiry sword smith in Osaka named Bill. Her third hit pitted her against a rival assassin in an epic rooftop battle in the rain. Lenna ultimately won that fight, but at a cost…
At 24, she returned to Columbia with narrowed eyes and a mission. She was the only person on the planet that knew what that assassin had told her that night, the only one who could do something about it. But first, she’d have to do a little favor for an old friend… and all the years of killing for a man would come to an end.
Or so she thought. Lenna's trip to Columbia had been done in a bout of rage. She'd crossed into dark territories, and done so sloppily. All her research into her old boss had attracted dangerous attentions. She went to a source for information. The source betrayed her. The next thing Lenna knew, she was in a cold room with a throbbing pain in the back of her neck. Cortez and his men loomed overhead.
Cortez gave her an ultimatum. Her decision would decide whether she lived, or died a painful long death. At the time, Lenna'd been in too much agony to point fingers and shout 'cliche'. It seemed while she'd been unconscious, Cortez had ordered his best doctors to implant a chip called a 'Shock Collar' at the base of Lenna's neck, under the skin. Close as it was to the spine, Lenna could do little to remove it easily. Cortez held the remote to the collar. He had her life and well being in his hands. Lenna made the only choice she had. She'd work for him. Her first assignment from Cortez was to investigate a man named 'Slate'.
During this investigation, Lenna came in contact with three of Slate's associates. Giant's Bane, Tarin, and Lee Brooks. One of these three mutants triggered the activation of Lenna's adaptation. She didn't realize this until much later.
When Lenna finally met Slate, her field was already in effect. Not a full field, like some adapteds, hers only weakened mutations. It didn't fully negate. This allowed Slate to implant a loyalty command within Lenna. She'd been sloppy ever since she arrived in Columbia. This event's occurrence marked yet another departure from her characteristic professionalism. Lenna let Slate know Cortez's interest in him. She let him know more than she should have. She left, confused as to why.
It would become apparent, after Cortez was under Slate's heel, just what she'd stepped in. She was loyal to Slate, even against her will. He wanted her loyalty to continue, and for her to work for him. Lenna asked Slate for time to think on it, and fled to Paris for a time.
In Paris, Lenna met Aleksei, and learned Slate's interests extended beyond mere conquests of countries.
Lenna met an affable bird man, had dinner, and discussed ways they could meet doctors, and remove her 'chip'.
Lenna met these doctors. They tried to help her, but could do little to help. Her weakening field affected their abilities. The best healers in Paris admired the work, then sadly shook their heads. They didn't believe they could help her.
Lenna returned to America, upset and in pain. Their actions had affected the state of the collar. The chip was giving her headaches. They'd come and go with her mood. Perhaps, Slate would know what they could do about the collar? Perhaps not. Regardless, she needed work. Her return to America was sparked by the resolve to take Slate up on his offer.
Lenna met a mutant named Domingo on her first day back in the United States. She helped him, and noted his problems using his mutant abilities in her presence. Lenna was curious. She took down his information, and told him she might be able to find work for him with a friend.
She bought a new appartment, met Kealey, and got shot by a TASER.
The TASER's voltage caused her already-malfunctioning shock collar to deteriorate further. In a way, it made it more controllable. Extreme anger caused malfunctions. The collar forced Lenna to practice self control.
Lenna met a body-swapped Ranger and a big red clone named Mars. They took her to The Sanctuary. Lenna learned of Adapteds, and Adaptation.
Lenna spent time with the Ranger, and resolved to lure him to Slate's organization with her. He was the second in the trio she organized before she met with Slate. They'd be gifts to show good faith.
Lenna met with Slate and discussed terms of service.
Lenna was assigned her first mission with the Kabal, in Romania.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
“I held my first gun when I was 8…” The blonde-haired woman hazarded breathlessly, peeling back the digits on one hand as she recounted her tale. Her lips were drawn tight into a smirk, eyes dark chasms in her face. The psychologist nodded, jotting quick notes down on the brown leisure pad propped against one knee. His scribble snapped to a jagged stop as her statement reached its end. The good doctor massaged his beard tentatively, peering through his fish bowl lenses at her sprawled form on his couch. A cracked voice slipped on a banana peel.
“Tell me more.”
“10, 20, 30…
no…
.40 calibers later, my teacher was regretting his decision. I know, common story,
classic irony,” she held up one hand, pushing back the comments. “A wife and a husband have a wonderful relationship, everything is diamonds and dollar signs. Nothing could possibly go wrong, then quack!” A trigger-pulling motion with one hand aimed at the ceiling, squeezing off twice. “The image of a wheeled rubber ducky rolling over the floor in the foreground to obscure the bloodied corpse in the back. She reloads the barrel, spins twice, fires twice, boom. And the irony of the story is that he taught her how to shoot~” Clasped hands swung in a faux-swoon. Her tone tensed up as her eyes bore into the ceiling. “Though in my case, the story’s a little different. Just a tad…”
“Miss Solderberg, please… lie back down.” Aquarium-face’s tone was pleading. The woman had risen to sit on the backless sofa, turning her body towards him. The doctor’s hand gestured down, down, down, but she kept on talking.
“Throw the husband/wife picture out the window; smear some lipstick across the mirror. Dollar signs a-plenty, but the blood diamonds in the picture are a little more on the human side. That’s the thing to love about Columbia, yeah? Living on the edge, illegal trading is an inescapable truth. Even when the cargo is people… Even …when the cargo is a little girl.”
“…” To this statement, the well-paid and well-to-do psychologist had little to say. Either she was stressing a falsehood, or he had many more appointments to slip into the schedule. Either way, he got paid. “Continue.” She lay back down.
“So, as I was saying, an eight-year-old girl sold into serving a drug lord’s every whim. Sick world we live in. He gave me that first shooting lesson with the sole planned purpose of training me to hunt. Ever read the story
The Most Dangerous Game? Yeah, even sicker. Columbian drug lords, eh? Who you gonna’ blame? But as I’ve already spoiled the story’s conclusion, he got his fitting end. Some people call it ‘just desserts’. I call those people
’animals’. You don’t ever compare ice cream to unhappy endings. It’s just not done.” One shake of the head expressed endless disapproval. She clicked her tongue in time with the clock sitting on his mantle that counted down their time together, the time left between them both.
“Tick, tock. Two years. I’m ten now in this story. Someone within his ‘organization’ has it out for him. Or should I say
had in this scenario? Present and past tenses make my neck tense. They guy contacts me, shares with me this plan, yeah? End both our problems. He’d slip me a little cash under the table, real hush-hush. I’d be on the fast-line towards freedom. But dark fairytales always have bitter endings. At the last second, the kingpin caught ‘Chops’. That’s our little name for him, by the way; Chops. Never asked if it was because he
had chops, or because he was chops… but I’m diverging from our scheduled flight plan in the story. I digress. The point is, Chops was
dead and I was there all alone with my guilt and a cold .42’. What comes next, ladies and gentlemen, is one for the history books!” Miss Solderberg cracked her knuckles with an outward stretch. Mr. Psychologist looked like a goldfish cracker in a fishbowl, all pale. “What would you do with a half-finished route towards freedom baptized in a half-baked plan? What would I do?” She pointed to her chest smugly as if in answer to one of his probing questions. “Why, run with it.
Of course. And the sound of the shotgun goes off in her mind. She stands over the body triumphantly. She—”
“Why do you narrate your own thoughts, Miss Solderberg…?” He trailed, weak as a guppy left out in the sun.
“Why do you interrupt me, my Good Sir?” She snapped back like a tree branch. “No real reason, really. I just feel that if I don’t, who will?” A laugh, more to herself than to anyone that mattered. “But as I was saying, the rest is ancient history. Shot him, death to the drug lord. Tra la la, the witch is dead. A house fell on her head. And like the good girl I am, my rescue comes in the form of two ruby slippers pried off the heels of the felled foe.” She clicked her heels in the air, holding up her hand as if admiring diamond rings.
“They found me some time later on, on the streets of Cartagena with whatever cash remains I had left of the currency gained from the hawked jewelry. And you want to know the sad part? They weren’t mad. In fact… well, in fact they offered me a job. Who knew assassinating an untouchable Columbian drug lord could put you on the top of a mysterious government organization’s ‘most-wanted’ list?! And the good one, not the bad. Guess they saw something I didn’t, and now…” Lenna popped her neck, working out a kink that had been bothering her for quite some time. “After years of training and duty-bound service, I finally relate my tale to another listening ear. Wanna know the sad part?”
She wore a grin, ear-to-ear. The doctor raised a quizzical eyebrow, questioning.
“No, what?”
“Quack!”
~*~
A rubber ducky rolled across the foreground of the doctor’s office some time later. Lenna had slipped out right after her last hit. She’d let herself out. The good doctor was ‘indisposed’; Just another listening ear silenced in a long trail of sad parts and happy endings.
At least he’d had the decency to hear her out. Too bad it was all false.
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