Post by Rogerette on Dec 12, 2006 6:57:37 GMT -5
Real/Full Name: Sarah Reagan Blake
Name Mostly Called: Sarah or Blake.
Age: 22
Gender: Female.
Alliance: The Tetragrammaton.
Appearance: Her appearance is distinctively well-groomed, her blonde hair is kept immaculately tidy. Sarah is fit and slightly muscled, although slim and attractive, although this is not, of course, how she sees herself. Vanity is an offense. Her green eyes are alert and cold, devoid of mercy or feeling. When her training is complete, she will shave her head to avoid complications with the helmet.
Usual Clothing:She wears practical, black bland clothing, or when on duty, the typical Sweeper guard uniform: Long, dark leather trenchcoat and a black helmet with a black reflective visor, black functional combat boots.
Special Weapons: Sarah has basic training with most available weapons, particularly her Heckler and Koch G36 5.56mm assault rifle, her favoured gun. She has particular merit in accuracy with this gun.
She also favours small, dagger-like blades of about 4" when in close combat, and is very skilled with these, able to both throw and strike with surprising speed and accuracy.
Family: Sarah is independent from her parents Alex and Jane, having moved out some years ago. She also has a younger brother named John, who will be 14 very soon and aspires to be a tetragrammaton cleric.
Strengths Sarah has considerable finesse with her favoured weapons, and is a frightening opponent to sense offenders, capable of judging tactics in a very short time span, and intuitively understanding fight dynamics, in which she can often see the best placed strike ahead of time. She is fit and relies mostly on her speed than any real strength.
Weaknesses: She is not the strongest of her peers, and has difficulty in a male dominated field simply because her competitors have natural advantages which she does not.
Sarah is also not as intuitive about other people as the typical cleric or even guard - she has less capacity to feel and therefore detect those who are feeling.
Her lack of understanding of those who 'feel' also inhibits her ability to predict their actions as they do not always make logical decisions.
Personality: Sarah is cold and methodical, having never really experienced any emotions to cloud her judgment, she sees things with clarity and although not always 'by the book', she is an efficient and merciless defender of the 'better world' in which she lives.
History: Sarah showed prowess in combat from an early age, and was lined up to follow a career as a Cleric. However, after a year or two of training, she was rejected, as despite her combat expertise she lacked potential to be effective at locating and eliminating resistance as well as she needed in order to be a cleric.
She was relocated, training to become one of the elite police force instead, the 'Faceless' guardians of the city and Sweepers who accompany clerics into the 'Nethers' to eliminate resistance and fugitive sense offenders.
She trains hard, determined to provide the best possible service to Libria, and practices regularly the few gun-katas she was taught in her early training, often adapting them to optimize her knife-fighting techniques, which allow her stealth.
The fall of many prozium factories and destruction of the major powers in the city brought her as close to anger as was possible, and a complete lack of understanding as to why one of their own would turn against their society and bring them closer to anarchy and chaos, and worst of all, the possibility of war.
She fights now, as the leader of her guard team, under the command of two clerics, making frequent raids on suspected hide-outs. She is close to one of the military councils which is attempting to eliminate the resistance and restore order. The danger she faces is great, as on more than one occasion, they have encountered former clerics who have now allied with the resistance.
Other Information: Sarah's uncle was burned as a sense-offender.
Sarah is now of age to be paired up with an eligible male in order to reproduce. She has an inclination away from this plan as it would interfere with her ability to serve the society in a way that she believes is more appropriate and necessary.
RP Example:
Leather-gloved hands gripped the assault rifle, holding it out before her as she followed the second corridor, leading her two support. She'd instructed two other teams of three to take adjacent corridors in their attempt to flush out the remaining individual hiding in this building.
Her two followers were slightly to the side of her and behind, inspecting the walls and roof quickly and accurately as they moved
through the half-darkness in search of their foe.
The end of the corridor led into a room where an individual was standing, hunched over, head bowed - in a fearful stance, she believed. The other six guards of her team entered from the corridors which had led them to the other side of the room, now they surrounded the individual. There was nowhere he could run without making himself a human sponge, riddled with bullet holes. As her eight guards ran forward and surrounded him in a circle, guns aimed at his head, Sarah hesitated, calculating. The individual did not move, and she was suspicious of the way he held himself.
His head began to rise, and she instantly saw the flaw in their plan: he was a renegade cleric, and had relied on the fact that they would surround him like this in order to execute a melee kata that would no doubt kill them all. He smiled, an alien expression, and the guards shuffled nervously, not seeing any reason behind the emotion.
"MOVE BACK! DO NOT FIRE!" She roared, almost instantaneously he sprang to life, a blur of movement-
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots from a rifle, the cleric fell, so did a guard. Two more were clutching their helmets where the cleric's guns had struck.
"What happened?" Somebody asked, helmet visor lifting.
"I shot him," Sarah replied calmly, stepping over the corpse of the closest guard, who had three bloody bullet holes in his coat. She crouched near the fallen cleric, and retrieved the berettas: standard edition.
"His technique was flawed: he did not predict that I would shoot through a teammate to get him. Presumably because his ability to have compassion obscures his judgment," she continued coolly, raising her own visor. "Fall out, check the last room and search for contraband," she ordered calmly, rolling the cleric's body and searching for any kind of identification.
Her team was one short, now, but the cost of one life and two visors was comparatively small when facing the alternative.
