Post by Doctor Cyber on Jun 18, 2012 10:55:23 GMT -5
Real name: Phoebe Marshall
Alter Ego: Vicious
Status
Occupation: Mercenary
Martial Status:Single
Legal Status: Known resident of the U.S. with a criminal record
Group Affiliation(s): The Ravens
Origin
Place of Birth: New York City
Known Relatives: Thomas Marshall (Father) Katherine Marshall (Mother)
History
We all know the story. Good girl gone bad. Innocent child thrown to the pits of society, robbed of her purity, then tossed aside like so much week old bread. Who would blame her for turning to the darkness of life? Who would think twice if she stole, fought and swore? Who would /dare/ to accuse her when she had so, so, very much to overcome?
Too bad this isn't that.
Phoebe Morgan Marshall was born July 21st, 1984, in the suburbs of New York City. There was something wrong with her from the very start. Babies are expected to smile - to have a sparkle in her eye and a bounce to their movements but Phoebe, Phoebe had something just a little bit different. There wasn't a sparkle in her eye but a glint; not a smile but a grin.
Her parents told themselves it was fine, they were overreacting, and shoved their worries off to the side - not to resurface again until Phoebe turned fourteen and things really started to go wrong. This isn't to say that there weren't signs before that. There were - there was the time when Phoebe was six and they caught her pulling the wings off butterflies, then again when, at age eight, when she became so obsessive about her /very/ best friend in the whole world that she hid the girl in the basement for three days and nearly started a state-wide manhunt. But the ability of parents to overlook their children's shortcomings is unbounded, to say the least, and Thomas and Katherine Marshall were more then willing to do so. They were part of the new type of parent - those determined to not repeat their parents' mistakes. They /understood/ children. They knew not to demean them, or stifle their creativity, or force them to do things they didn't wish to do. So Phoebe had a few /quirks/. Who doesn't?
Things were such that Phoebe was always under someone's watchful eye. The Principal in middle school paid special attention to her, noting the fact she was a natural trouble maker and spent far more time in detention then she did in class. Not for anything dangerous, well /really/ dangerous. Not yet anyway. It was more that she had managed to gather a group of friends that she guarded relentlessly; fellow mischief-makers who were either in awe or frightened to death of her. Using these friends she put together the mean-girls mob of middle school - namely those girls, yes /those/ girls, that are somehow always blond, popular and utterly wicked. Well, not all of them were blond. But Phoebe was and she was the only one that counted. With underlings, Phoebe set about making people's lives truly miserable. It's true, there are people better at that sort of thing, but Phoebe had the personality and the level of attractiveness to succeed without a lot of effort. So, for the time, it amused her.
In high school, or the two years of it she went to, Phoebe maintained the sort of interactions. Never growing attached, never really putting effort into her classes (except wood shop, which she had to petition to take and flunked so she could take it again), and using her social ranking as the step stool from which to administer her will. She began to dip into recreational drug use; speed, to be precise, and found that it suited her just fine. The world wasn't so /boring/ when she was gacked out of her mind. Damn, throw a Frisco speed ball and even World History was pseudo interesting. Her parents, by now, were beginning to get worried - Phoebe was barely passing most of her classes, obviously didn't care and to everyone's dismay she had developed a distinct and all-encompassing focus on knives. She had always been an athletic girl - her parents, as part of their campaign to expose their child to everything, had arranged for her to take gymnastics, karate and a slew of mommy-and-me type classes for most of her childhood. These were talents she retained into adolescence and while no one expected her to be /bad/ at her new hobby - no one expected her to take to it with such disturbing fascination either. But still, there was limited worry. Phoebe had hundreds of hobbies over the course of her life - a new one virtually every week - and surely this one wouldn't last. To her parents dismay, not only did it last but it grew to encompass every facet of the girl's life. She was /always/s practicing. She even threw pens in class as if they were knives - once sticking her classmate in the eye, though she swore it was accidental, and began to carry a nasty, eight-inch switchblade in her backpack. Then two. Then three.
Her relationship with her parents grew more and more abusive to the point where her they began to edge away from her - first in concern, then in fear. They arranged to have her sent to an 'adaptive' school in Phoenix and, in rebellion, packed up her bags, gave her parents the big middle finger and hopped on over to Gotham. The 'New Horizons School for Emerging Education', as it turns out, just wasn't her bag and the nitro over in Gotham was just that much better.
In Gotham, Phoebe was quickly snatched up by the Bandidos; a nasty, mean motorcycle gang that operated nationwide and had a very active chapter in Gotham City. Amidst such like minded individuals, Phoebe flourished. She quickly discovered that the criminal sector was not only a haven for her drug habit, but a vector for her knife talents as well. Turns out there isn't much respected so highly as a hot blond with a twelve inch knife. But, all good things must come to an end and after a few years with the Bandidos, honing her criminal talents and contacts as well as a psychosis that could no longer be denied, the girl now known as Vicious broke ranks the only way anyone ever does - painfully. It's all very hush, hush, but what has been said is that the Bandidos had a huge shipment of quartz coming in - real fine grade stuff - and that Vicious was the one set to receive it. When it was all done though, the shipment, Vicious and the lives of a few of the Bandidos were gone.
Ahh, what's a girl to do.
Free of the Bandidos, Vicious found her next gig with an invite to a mercenary group named the Ravens, founded by Cheshire. This mercenary bit fit even better then the outlaw biker bit and, in no short amount of time, Vicious found herself quite at home with Pistolera, Termina and Cheshire.
The honeymoon period didn't last long, though, as one of the Ravens first assignments leads them into Rheelasia to steal a neutron generator being held by the criminal organization S.I.M.O.N.-- a device that Cheshire could use to do a substantial amount of damage. The Ravens are successful largely due to overwhelming force and at the last moment the group is betrayed by Termina, who activates the neutron generator in an attempt to cure her fatal disease, and its all the remaining three Ravens can do to escape with their lives as the generator explodes and takes a good chunk of Rheelasia with it.
The Ravens reunited later, again summoned by Cheshire, for what was supposed to be a fairly routine assassination. However the job was nothing but a ruse by Kobra to see if the Ravens were tough enough to steal a crashed Russian satellite from the bottom of the ocean. They were and for their trouble they were banished back in time by an unstable neutron field surrounding the satellite. Another trip to the underwater satellite and into the neutron field the brought them back to the correct time where they engaged the Kobra operatives underwater only to have Black Canary muck the whole thing up. What happened? Who knows, but the Ravens were soundly trounced and when Vicious surfaced alongside the rest of her team, her breathing apparatus was sliced open (murderous!) and she was, once again, in the wrong time.
Characteristics
Age: 21
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Unusual Features: None
Personality:
Powers
Known Powers: None
Known Abilities:
Strength Level: Mediocre strength for a woman who only exercises when she feels like it.
Weaknesses:
Misc (optional)
Equipment:
Transportation: No Known Transportation
Weapons: It is one of Vicious' top priorities to maintain her inventory and the condition of her weaponry. To be frank, it ranks right up there with eating and sleeping. Actually, it may be above sleeping. She stocks a full compliment of knives, including what can easily be thought of as a ridiculously large collection of throwing knives, along with the standard long knife, switchblade, butterfly knife, machete, hunting knife, military knives, knuckled knifes… add nausea. If it has a blade, Vicious probably owns it.
Sample RP Post
Alter Ego: Vicious
Status
Occupation: Mercenary
Martial Status:Single
Legal Status: Known resident of the U.S. with a criminal record
Group Affiliation(s): The Ravens
Origin
Place of Birth: New York City
Known Relatives: Thomas Marshall (Father) Katherine Marshall (Mother)
History
We all know the story. Good girl gone bad. Innocent child thrown to the pits of society, robbed of her purity, then tossed aside like so much week old bread. Who would blame her for turning to the darkness of life? Who would think twice if she stole, fought and swore? Who would /dare/ to accuse her when she had so, so, very much to overcome?
Too bad this isn't that.
Phoebe Morgan Marshall was born July 21st, 1984, in the suburbs of New York City. There was something wrong with her from the very start. Babies are expected to smile - to have a sparkle in her eye and a bounce to their movements but Phoebe, Phoebe had something just a little bit different. There wasn't a sparkle in her eye but a glint; not a smile but a grin.
Her parents told themselves it was fine, they were overreacting, and shoved their worries off to the side - not to resurface again until Phoebe turned fourteen and things really started to go wrong. This isn't to say that there weren't signs before that. There were - there was the time when Phoebe was six and they caught her pulling the wings off butterflies, then again when, at age eight, when she became so obsessive about her /very/ best friend in the whole world that she hid the girl in the basement for three days and nearly started a state-wide manhunt. But the ability of parents to overlook their children's shortcomings is unbounded, to say the least, and Thomas and Katherine Marshall were more then willing to do so. They were part of the new type of parent - those determined to not repeat their parents' mistakes. They /understood/ children. They knew not to demean them, or stifle their creativity, or force them to do things they didn't wish to do. So Phoebe had a few /quirks/. Who doesn't?
Things were such that Phoebe was always under someone's watchful eye. The Principal in middle school paid special attention to her, noting the fact she was a natural trouble maker and spent far more time in detention then she did in class. Not for anything dangerous, well /really/ dangerous. Not yet anyway. It was more that she had managed to gather a group of friends that she guarded relentlessly; fellow mischief-makers who were either in awe or frightened to death of her. Using these friends she put together the mean-girls mob of middle school - namely those girls, yes /those/ girls, that are somehow always blond, popular and utterly wicked. Well, not all of them were blond. But Phoebe was and she was the only one that counted. With underlings, Phoebe set about making people's lives truly miserable. It's true, there are people better at that sort of thing, but Phoebe had the personality and the level of attractiveness to succeed without a lot of effort. So, for the time, it amused her.
In high school, or the two years of it she went to, Phoebe maintained the sort of interactions. Never growing attached, never really putting effort into her classes (except wood shop, which she had to petition to take and flunked so she could take it again), and using her social ranking as the step stool from which to administer her will. She began to dip into recreational drug use; speed, to be precise, and found that it suited her just fine. The world wasn't so /boring/ when she was gacked out of her mind. Damn, throw a Frisco speed ball and even World History was pseudo interesting. Her parents, by now, were beginning to get worried - Phoebe was barely passing most of her classes, obviously didn't care and to everyone's dismay she had developed a distinct and all-encompassing focus on knives. She had always been an athletic girl - her parents, as part of their campaign to expose their child to everything, had arranged for her to take gymnastics, karate and a slew of mommy-and-me type classes for most of her childhood. These were talents she retained into adolescence and while no one expected her to be /bad/ at her new hobby - no one expected her to take to it with such disturbing fascination either. But still, there was limited worry. Phoebe had hundreds of hobbies over the course of her life - a new one virtually every week - and surely this one wouldn't last. To her parents dismay, not only did it last but it grew to encompass every facet of the girl's life. She was /always/s practicing. She even threw pens in class as if they were knives - once sticking her classmate in the eye, though she swore it was accidental, and began to carry a nasty, eight-inch switchblade in her backpack. Then two. Then three.
Her relationship with her parents grew more and more abusive to the point where her they began to edge away from her - first in concern, then in fear. They arranged to have her sent to an 'adaptive' school in Phoenix and, in rebellion, packed up her bags, gave her parents the big middle finger and hopped on over to Gotham. The 'New Horizons School for Emerging Education', as it turns out, just wasn't her bag and the nitro over in Gotham was just that much better.
In Gotham, Phoebe was quickly snatched up by the Bandidos; a nasty, mean motorcycle gang that operated nationwide and had a very active chapter in Gotham City. Amidst such like minded individuals, Phoebe flourished. She quickly discovered that the criminal sector was not only a haven for her drug habit, but a vector for her knife talents as well. Turns out there isn't much respected so highly as a hot blond with a twelve inch knife. But, all good things must come to an end and after a few years with the Bandidos, honing her criminal talents and contacts as well as a psychosis that could no longer be denied, the girl now known as Vicious broke ranks the only way anyone ever does - painfully. It's all very hush, hush, but what has been said is that the Bandidos had a huge shipment of quartz coming in - real fine grade stuff - and that Vicious was the one set to receive it. When it was all done though, the shipment, Vicious and the lives of a few of the Bandidos were gone.
Ahh, what's a girl to do.
Free of the Bandidos, Vicious found her next gig with an invite to a mercenary group named the Ravens, founded by Cheshire. This mercenary bit fit even better then the outlaw biker bit and, in no short amount of time, Vicious found herself quite at home with Pistolera, Termina and Cheshire.
The honeymoon period didn't last long, though, as one of the Ravens first assignments leads them into Rheelasia to steal a neutron generator being held by the criminal organization S.I.M.O.N.-- a device that Cheshire could use to do a substantial amount of damage. The Ravens are successful largely due to overwhelming force and at the last moment the group is betrayed by Termina, who activates the neutron generator in an attempt to cure her fatal disease, and its all the remaining three Ravens can do to escape with their lives as the generator explodes and takes a good chunk of Rheelasia with it.
The Ravens reunited later, again summoned by Cheshire, for what was supposed to be a fairly routine assassination. However the job was nothing but a ruse by Kobra to see if the Ravens were tough enough to steal a crashed Russian satellite from the bottom of the ocean. They were and for their trouble they were banished back in time by an unstable neutron field surrounding the satellite. Another trip to the underwater satellite and into the neutron field the brought them back to the correct time where they engaged the Kobra operatives underwater only to have Black Canary muck the whole thing up. What happened? Who knows, but the Ravens were soundly trounced and when Vicious surfaced alongside the rest of her team, her breathing apparatus was sliced open (murderous!) and she was, once again, in the wrong time.
Characteristics
Age: 21
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Unusual Features: None
Personality:
- Psychotic
Vicious is unhinged. Simply put, she's amoral-- unstable. It's hard to know why - maybe it's caused by the ever popular 'chemical imbalance' or some torture in her younger days. Does it really matter? Suffice to say, she is off her rocker and has never been known to be anything else. Unlike some of the other members of the Ravens she is far from methodical or precise. Deadly with her knives, Vicious undoubtedly has the talent and the skill to end a human life in one unseen stroke - but given her choice and the time, she'll draw it out until the screaming rips her victim's throat to shreds. - Vengeful
Vicious isn't the type to go hunting down a grudge. Her life has been so chaotic and so random that if she made it her life's aim to track down everyone that annoyed her, she'd do little else. That said, those that have managed to worm their way into her focused attention will find very quickly that she is relentless when she puts her mind to it. If fortune should decide that her and an annoyance should cross paths again, Vicious is likely to remember whatever it is that pissed her off in the first place. It's then that things get nasty, for she will usually enact her idea of 'fair justice' swiftly, creatively and without warning. - Impulsive
See. Want. Take. It's a simple way to live and Vicious -hates- complications. So she doesn't bother with them. Permission? Delay? Nah, no such things. This trait has served her both advantageously and not. She's almost impossible to gauge at any given time - the likelihood that she'll throw a stiletto at someone's head is about equal to the possibility that she'll wander off and get a soda. As a result, it's nearly impossible to plan a counter course of action. It's also nearly impossible to count on her to execute a plan exactly. - Flighty
Let it not be said that Vicious doesn't enjoy life. Everything she does, she loves and everything she loves, she does. It's a simple credo. From the liquor she drinks to the thrill of her contracts, Vicious takes a hedonistic approach to life and its opportunities. At times she can be almost childishly playful - playing video games, teasing her companions, mesmerized by the newest toy or personality to wander by. - Amoral
Not immoral. Amoral. Vicious does not go out of her way to purposely and deliberately violate society's sense of right and wrong. She does not start out each day with a check list - today I must steal, I must murder, I must pillage. It is not her goal to violate accepted ethical standards. She simply has none. You cannot violate what you do not have. So, to Vicious, she can do no wrong - because she recognizes nothing as being wrong. Much like a small child she exists for her own wants, utterly without the stifling confines of morality. - Fearless
Ah, be it a flaw or an advantage, Vicious is without a doubt one of the most fearless individuals to walk this time (or the one she was stuck in). It's not a fearlessness born of courage, but delusion. Her first instinct is to attack and only later, when she gets around to it, does she even consider any other course of action. She will (and has) attacked entire contingents of opposing forces without blinking an eye - - and all in that beautiful yellow halter.
Powers
Known Powers: None
Known Abilities:
- Blades
Knives, to Vicious, are as natural as fangs to a snake. She moves with an easy grace; the point of her knife as no more then a mere extension of her will. While Vicious has her personal preferences in regards to her weaponry and sometimes develops an almost crush-like infatuation with one or another, she is equally skilled with every type. Her love affair with blades has given her the time, the experience and the familiarity to become one of the people who is known for her skill with that weapon. To be short, the woman is deadly with them. At close range she's a mix of barbarous savagery and expert skill. She has the ability to target soft, vital areas and end fights /very/ quickly indeed. But given the choice she will almost certainly use her talent and experience to inflict the most pain, to be the most debilitating. With larger blades (machetes, pangas), she's able to maintain pinpoint accuracy despite what may sometimes seem to be a cumbersome size and with smaller blades, her talent extends to allow her to deal brutal strikes with either hand.
It's nearly impossible to find Vicious at a time when she isn't sporting a knife - a thigh holster beneath an evening dress; a hunting knife tucked in the top of casual, day to day boots. It's an affair for the ages, never ending, more permanent then the rising of the sun. - Throwing Blades
There are some more versed then Vicious in the art of throwing steel -- but not many. She's a crack shot with throwing knives, able to pinpoint her target at quite a distance and place a blade wherever she chooses. She can use this skill to be precise, to take down targets silently in the night, but more often then not she chooses to place her blades in joints - perhaps one knife slicing her opponents trachea and the other lodging in a knee or shoulder. Her skill allows Vicious to throw multiple knives at once, with either hand. - Thievery
Given her personality, it probably isn't surprising to discover that Vicious believes herself to have a perpetual right to the proverbial 'five finger discount' and the skills to go along with that belief. The crazy blond is light fingered, sticky fingered and downright good at it. She's no Catwoman, not even close, but she's more then able to keep up with her chosen career-- not the best at any given skill, but instead 'good' at most of them. There are only a few lines of high end cars that would give her difficulty hot wiring, mostly due to their computer systems, and along the same lines most installations won't give her trouble either. She may not be the sneakiest thief-- but she gets the job done. Military installations and high security civilian operations are out of her league, however, but with friends who knows what one can accomplish. - Pick pocketing
Ahhh, even things in her victim's pocket aren't safe from Vicious deft hands. While she's not on par with the best of the best, Vicious is more then able to relieve a victim of most of their belongings without notice. Clothing can sometimes give her difficulty, particularly the skin-tight fare often worn by other costumed crusaders, but she either makes due or finds another way. - Melee
In combat, Vicious is, well, vicious. Her preference is by far to use one of the many, many knives that she carries on her person but her time with the Banditos gave her familiarity with a large assortment of melee weapons - chairs, pool sticks, motorcycle bags, basically anything nearby and able to hurt someone. She has some martial arts training, thanks to her parents and the local YMCA, but she tends to fight with a unique mix of adrenaline fueled brawling and the occasional joint lock. She's a tiger in a fight - teeth, nails, eye-gouging - there are no lines. Whatever is nearby is a weapon or could be a weapon. She may not use them with the skill of Deathstroke or Cheshire, but she almost makes up for it with unbridled enthusiasm. - Drive
WOOOOOOWEEEEE! Hot damn. Who gave Vicious a license. The girl is hell on wheels, for sure. Now, no one's saying that she's Mario Andretti or even close, but she'll give Evil Knievel a run for his money. Just out of fearlessness, mostly. If it's got more then one wheel Vicious can drive it and if she can drive it, she drives it /fast/. While her preference is definitely a two-wheeled escape, she's pretty good as a four wheeled getaway driver too. Just remember to buckle your seat belts. - Covert
While it isn't exactly Vicious' style to lurk about in the shadow, she does recognize the use of such skills.. and there's something to be said for scaring the ever living bejeezus out of someone. Her skills were picked up primarily in the course of her time with the Banditos - for a good thief is only sometimes still alive because everyone else is dead and the rest of the time is alive because no one knew they were there. She's adept at following without notice, hiding without being spotted and finding whatever treasure she's searching for. All typical thiefly skills, honed through continued use. - Streetwise
Yo, dawg! The hell's goin' on witchu?! Biotch! Nah. So, Vicious won't be teaching Ebonics any time soon, but she blends in the street very well. She knows the terminology, the slang, the gangs and who's in charge of what. The girl's been around. A good portion of her contacts were made through her time with the Bandidos, but a good portion of them she made on her own as well. After all, hot blond with a knife and a speed habit. While her contacts are relegated mostly to NYC and Gotham, they're substantial. You can't find a pusher or a brawler that she doesn't know or hasn't heard of. The drug ladder in the city is old hat to her, both as a buyer and a distributor, so if a group dabbles in pharmaceuticals, she knows it.
Strength Level: Mediocre strength for a woman who only exercises when she feels like it.
Weaknesses:
- Not All There (Two Tacos short of a Combination Plate)
That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Our fair villain Vicious is what people politely term 'not all there.' She tends toward obsession and often finds herself utterly captivated by whatever it is that's holding her curiosity at the moment. Among her other 'quirks', she delights in causing pain, wreaking havoc and being a general vector for discord. - Addict
It's true. Vicious has a speed problem and not the Flash kind. She's been walking the wire since she was about sixteen and, while she had no choice but to sober up in prison, it remains a substantial temptation in her life. She doesn't go out looking for the drug as often as she once did, but the chances that she'd turn it down if she came upon it are pretty small. Barring, of course, the usual exceptions (life, limb, a date with Brad Pitt). She's almost guaranteed to slip back at some point or another - how far back is a question that will be answered then.
(For those who DON'T know what an "ADDICT" means.)
She's addicted to Amphetamine. That does both. It has both Acute Toxicity, Chronic Toxicity, Physiological Toxcity AND Behavioral Toxicity. Those FOUR are already a great physical weakness. (All Learned in Psychopharmocology). Just TAKING speed or also known as Amphetamine has both SHORT term and LONG term physiological effects which also include....
* Short-term physiological effects vary greatly, depending on dosage used and the method in which the drug is taken. These effects could include decreased appetite, increased stamina and physical energy, increased sexual drive/response, involuntary bodily movements, hyperhidrosis, hyperactivity, jitteriness, nausea, itchy, blotchy or greasy skin, tachycardia, irregular heart rate, hypertension, and headaches. Fatigue can often follow the dose's period of effectiveness. Overdose can be treated with chlorpromazine. - Wanted
Ahhh! Call the FBI, the CIA, Gotham Police!
Vicious is wanted quite badly by law enforcement. The suspect in upwards of a dozen murders, her recent escape from the Slab has put her back in the eye of the local authorities. There isn't a manhunt for her, yet, but her mugshots have circulated among the police and for the time being its unlikely that she can mingle in 'civilized' areas as any officer that recognized her would soon bring the SWAT team down in an attempt to capture her. - Cheshire
It's really unknown how Vicious' relationship with Cheshire will play out. For the moment, at least, there appears to be some sort of agreement, be it spoke or not, between Vicious and the founder of the Ravens. How long it will last, however, is anyone's guess. There's a lot of bad blood between the two but as long as they're each able to use the other for their own goals the uneasy truce /may/ last. Or it might not. It's doubtful anyone will know until the blood starts to run. - Other
Physical Weaknesses: Being a human being, Vicious can be harmed by....
• Incisions or incised wounds - caused by a clean, sharp-edged object such as a knife, a razor or a glass splinter. Incisions which involve only the epidermis are legally classified as cuts, rather than wounds.
• Lacerations - Irregular wounds caused by a blunt impact to soft tissue which lies over hard ) or tearing of skin and other tissues such as caused by childbirth. Lacerations may show bridging, as connective tissue or blood vessels are flattened against the underlying hard surface. Commonly misused in reference to injury with sharp objects, which would not display bridging.
• Abrasions - a superficial wound in which the topmost layers of the skin (the epidermis) are scraped off, often caused by a sliding fall onto a rough surface.
• Puncture wounds - caused by an object puncturing the skin, such as a nail or needle.
• Penetration wounds - caused by an object such as a knife entering the body.
• Gunshot wounds - caused by a bullet or similar projectile driving into or through the body. There may be two wounds, one at the site of entry and one at the site of exit. In a medical context, all stab wounds and gunshot wounds should be considered major wounds.
• Contusions - caused by blunt force trauma that damages tissue under the skin
• Hematoma - caused by damage to a blood vessel that in turn causes blood to collect under the skin.
• Crushing Injuries - caused by a great or extreme amount of force applied over a long period of time.
Misc (optional)
Equipment:
- Costume
As a member of the Ravens, Vicious has been equipped by someone with far more resources then she. While her costume has evolved over time, she still maintains the basics - a pair of black, full length Kevlar/Nomex blend pants with a thin yellow stripe that she wears just below her hips and a skin-tight half shirt that exposes a healthy expanse of her toned abdomen. Over her upper body it provides maybe fifty percent cover, but at least covers the immediately fatal areas and is reinforced directly over her chest to prevent heart-piercing injuries. Around her biceps she wears twin bracers, each of which carry ten thin throwing knives (or small knives), while the holster around her waist carries a few dozen more in addition to other miscellaneous equipment that may vary from day to day. The same holster carries whatever her primary blade for the day may be - anything from a one hand machete to double hunting knives to anything else in her bladed arsenal. It also has a small pocket, affixed in the small of her back, to allow her to carry some other small objects - lock picking kits, keys, etc. On her hands she wears elbow length gloves that have been especially reinforced over the outside 'blocking' edge of her forearms to allow her to block close knife strikes. They are light enough to not interfere with her natural dexterity, but grant her some measure of protection against the hard impacts of melee combat. Her boots are thin, black and shin length with leather loops at the top that allow her to carry another dozen small knives if she so chooses and large loops to carry another two large to medium size blades.
Transportation: No Known Transportation
Weapons: It is one of Vicious' top priorities to maintain her inventory and the condition of her weaponry. To be frank, it ranks right up there with eating and sleeping. Actually, it may be above sleeping. She stocks a full compliment of knives, including what can easily be thought of as a ridiculously large collection of throwing knives, along with the standard long knife, switchblade, butterfly knife, machete, hunting knife, military knives, knuckled knifes… add nausea. If it has a blade, Vicious probably owns it.
- ten thin throwing knives (or small knives)
- one hand machete to double hunting knives
- lock picking kits, keys
- two large to medium size blades
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