Individual
Character's full name: Remy Reid
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Likes to call herself Remy The Reaper
Gender: Female
Age: 35 (Looks 23)
Date of Birth: (11/03/1986)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Quebec, Canada
Nationality: French Canadian
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: French-Indian Canadian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Red
Skin Tone: Varies, Tan
Eye Color: Varies, Topaz to Ruby
Height: 5'6"
Build: Muscular
Visible mutation: Red when pursuing a mark, otherwise topaz glow softly either way.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:Scars depend on the damage shes received recently. Tribal tattoo on her right shoulder. No piercings.
Everyday clothing style: Daisy dukes and a tank top.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: 9mm Beretta
Miscellaneous clothing: Almost always wearing her custom pair of 9mm Pistols in her under arm holsters.
Character
Personality: Her baseline personality is typically an irreverent one. Things that would upset others would simply maker her laugh. Has a deep love for black humor. Is a very head strong independent personality almost to a fault. In social situations she tried to be the life of the party, but isn't without her own issues. She would also rather solve most problems with her fists of guns then deal with people incessant chattering. Probably the girl the started the latest bar fight.
Hobbies/ Interests: Guns, ammo, smoking, drinking, dancing, and sex.
Job or part time job and description: Independent Contractor. Usually a mercenary, but is known to do low end jobs for the hell of it.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Fears she will never find true love while also being commitment-phobic.
Special talents: Knows several languages fluently and many more semi fluently from her years as a mercenary. Native language level in French, English and, Hindi. Proficient in Arabic, Russian and Mandarin. Expert in marksmanship, unarmed combat, and close quarters combat. Knows her way around explosives and is a helluva dancer.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: She doesn't really believe in all the good and evil crap. People just use it as a justification for their actions. Everyone has wants and needs and how far they are willing to go to get it. That said she tries to be a decent person, good even, but figures she will never actually be so because of her mutation.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Remy's powers are based on the legends of vengeful undead pursuing justice for their murders ie a Revenant. With it all the all the advantages and disadvantages of being dead.
The desire for revenge has also given her the ability to track murderers.
Strengths:
Undead Body: Being dead removes many mundane concerns such as breathing, eating, sleeping. Wounds that would be lethal to a living person pose less of a concern to the dead. Her physical attributes are near human maximum. Wounds heal over and regenerate over the course of a few days.
Mark of The Damned: Remy has an unerring sense of which direction her marked target is in. The closer she is the more intensely she feels her sense working. Touching the victim of a murder initiates this ability or can be declared freely if Remy sees someone and initiates her ability. She instinctively knows the form of her marks even if they are somehow able to change. She can redeclare her personal mark once an hour.
Relentless Dead: At sufficient destruction to trigger the 'death' of her body she reanimates into the closest murder victims body after a 24 hour period in which it transforms to Remy's shape and characteristics in moments.
Ashes to Ashes: When her current body is destroyed it disintegrates into ash.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Still Dead: Animals and mutants with animal like senses naturally shy away from her due to her unnatural nature. Her natural body temperature matches ambient so is easy to discern using technological methods. Anyone listening for a heartbeat would die of old age. Fire damage negates her healing abilities and slows the process considerably. Catastrophic damage to the brain or total to near total destruction of the body in one go also 'kills' her.
The Mark: Remy only ever has a maximum of three marks. One for whomever she has declared, one for the murderer of the body she is in and another for the person who killed her last. There can never be more than three. However she can only sense the most pressing mark at a time in order of this importance, host body mark, declared mark, whoever killed her last mark.
Relentless Desire: The desire for revenge of her host body is a powerful need of its own. All other concerns are secondary. She can prepare for a more successful hunt, gather intelligence, ect, but she can never deny it completely. Revenge MUST happen. This does not apply to her previous death mark or personal mark. The longer the body mark goes without being resolved the more consumed she is by it.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Exceptional specimen in all physical regards with the caveat she never gets tired.
Fighting Style: Guns and explosives are her preferred method of fighting. Then knives. Counter Insurgency and rescue training has taught her how to fight armed opponents and win.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
Pro: Is very adaptable to handle most situations. Con: Any sort of physically fit higher level practitioner of a martial art could probably give her a good beating.
History Of Your Character
From what bits she can remember from the mind scrambling she received shortly before her death she had a warm and loving parents and maybe even a sibling or two. They were both immigrants from their perspective countries, Dad from India and Mom from France. They became citizens and Remy can remember her childhood being rather nice. In her teen years she became a bit obsessed with all things that went pow or boom and decided early on to train and one day accomplish her dream of becoming a female soldier.
Uncaring if it was a phase she was just going through her parents gave her the exasperated and confused support most parents give their children when they think they were going through a phase. After a few years it quickly became clear it was no phase and did their best to support their strange Alpha female daughter in her quest to become in her own words 'a badass.'
As she got older her focus narrowed to the slowly opening field of military for female soldiers and if she was going to be a soldier she wanted to be the best soldier one could be. Devoting her time to training fitness or learning all about guns until she was of the age to finish school and join the military at 16. She had achieved only the first step in her dream.
After completing training and supporting allies abroad in what always seemed hot and uncomfortable places she got her shot at Special Forces training. It was a grueling period in her life and managed to come out successfully despite the everyone expecting or hoping she would fail. After a few missions she returned home on leave where worse trouble was brewing.
Mutant terrorists had set up shop in her back yard. Figuring she could handle a couple of homegrown mutant terrorists she offered her help to scout the situation. Her world turned inside out and upside down. She was ambushed by a group of powerful mutant child soldiers and captured.
It was only of the smallest of initial travesties that found her brainwashed and training kids to be even deadlier, to push them and break them down. Her natural good looks also turned her into a plaything for the baser desires of the leaders of the group. Then one day in a hail of mortars, death and destruction she raged at the universe for not giving h er that this was how she would end.
Only it hadn't, she clambered out of a shallow grave stunned, but driven. A sigh she must have been covered in mud wearing tattered and bloody clothing. Stalking into the camp mortar operator that had killed whomever she had taken the body from.. then the next.. and the next. there was always someone to avenge.
Her personal revenge settled she moved on using what the military had taught her and leaving her old life to die and wither with her body. If she was going to be dead she wasn't going to be poor. Eventually she found herself all over the globe in various conflicts and wars. Now one last bit of business has brought her to New York.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Uf
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Erik Volkov, Himari Ishida
Sample RP:
"Case #1328, subject is female no immediately apparent damage to the body." An almost bored male voice intones over the recording. Some shuffling of papers is heard. "Hey you A!!!oles! What the hell is this some silicon doll? This paperwork says brunette and she is obviously a redhead! There is going to be hell to pay if you guys are playing a prank or moving bodies around!" A drawn out sigh. "Checking Jane Doe's temp just in case.. indicating time of death as.. way too long ago to be the right person." Another deep sigh then a yell of surprise and the sound of metal clattering to the floor.
A smooth voice intoned shortly after and the footfalls of naked feet. "Well I hope you enjoyed the view, but it's about time I bounced outta here I think."
"W-wait you can't just leave! What am I supposed to say.. the paperwork!" The man was breathing quickly almost hyperventilating.
"Look kid you can either find me some scrubs to wear or I will take yours and stuff you into one of these racks to add to your growing list of psychosis' I am giving you." The female voice delivered into a growl instead of a purr. Drawers were hastily opened and slammed and fabric rustled in the background. "Much better. Thanks hun, have fun dealing with that scarousal." Soft footfalls echoed until the microphone couldn't pick it up any longer.
"What the F-" The playback cutting off.
