Post by taikokitsune on May 31, 2016 18:18:01 GMT -5
Name: Aiko
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Blood Type: A
Occupation: Spec-Op For Hire
Weapons: Luger (handgun) (holds 8 bullets)
Equipment: Two Luger Clips (one with only two bullets one full)
Appearance: Aiko is a 18 year old girl, 5"6'. She is a brunette with long straight hair that goes down to her back but is tied into a ponytail. Her natural eye color is light blue. She is a B cup. Aiko is of Japanese origin. She currently is wearing a type of lab apparel.
Personality: Aiko isn't human anymore. Noone is. She sees the evil in people rather than the good. She doubts any charity, is reluctant to accept help, and never truly trusts anyone. She has no problem killing those she classifies as a threat. She wont let herself get hurt ever again.
History: Her life had been fairly normal, until she was kidnapped by terrorists during a vacation trip with family and sold to slavery. For two years she lived as a sex slave in Myanmar with a harsh, oppressive muscle man and made to call him "master." She had attempted escape twice. the second time she nearly died from his beatings. Her final escape was a desperate one. She was going to jump into the river and risk death to escape, or make sure to make him mad enough that he kills her. Her efforts paid off, but barely. She hang adrift on tree logs for several days, forced to drink the murky river water. She was eventually rescued by an old man of a small fishing boat. She lived with him only for a few months. She had just got back to knowing kindness again. Then one day, he has been killed and his boat taken by pirates. Her attempt to hide among the pile of fish didn't work. The pirates kidnapped her and sexually abused her in many ways, to the point death was the only option. They only kept her alive to know she would last longer, so she would not rot. She had been chained, the chains cut into her wrists and ankles, and she tried to cut even more, for pain became a slippery numbness of dripping blood. She had cried her last tears, now all there was left was numbness, and the hope for an end. A business executive like dressed pair of men had visited the pirates. They bought her, and cleaned her up, fed her, sort of nourished her to health. She thought the were being kind, but she thought wrong. After a few days of traveling in aircraft and vehicles, she arrived at some weird place. She noticed one of the men carelessly walking around, who had a pistol in a holster on his leg. After seeing a needle, and that careless mans holster on his leg swing close to her, she made a move. She was going to kill herself with it immediately, but all of that anger stored caused her blood to pump. Her breathing increased and her adrenaline rocketed high. As soon as one of them brought a needle close to her arm, and it touched, it triggered a series of events. It was too late before he and the staff knew what happened, and the gun in her hand began to crack of thunder in the the room. They had all been dead, or dying. She took the rest of his ammo, (two extra clips in one side pouch), and shot the locking mechanism to the door that didn't open, and ran to the nearest exit. It lead to some corridors, and out to a loading station. It was day, still dark, dew on the greenish yellow saw grass. Further on, she saw a gravel road, and forest. She decided to go through the woods, her feet bare but didn't care. She was numb, but a different kind of numb grew in her as she ran, a tired kind. She unknowingly ran across and into a small stream, and began to drink as if to end the numbing. The needle. It must have been. No. She could not focus. She faded to black, but felt herself running again. Then no more running.
Introduction:Aiko awakes in a forest along a stream to the sound of birds, the trickle of nearby stream water, the trees and grass blowing in the wind, and the sound of flies buzzing about. Her feet were dotted with many painful thorns. She has many itchy cuts on her legs and painful bruises on her knees. Her toenails are scratched up. Her clothes are torn, and her body is weak and achy. She has painfully irritated bumps and ticks all over. You're thirsty and have a headache. Night is approaching. She feels as if she ran and tore through the forest for a long time, but didn't remember getting all of those wounds.
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Blood Type: A
Occupation: Spec-Op For Hire
Weapons: Luger (handgun) (holds 8 bullets)
Equipment: Two Luger Clips (one with only two bullets one full)
Appearance: Aiko is a 18 year old girl, 5"6'. She is a brunette with long straight hair that goes down to her back but is tied into a ponytail. Her natural eye color is light blue. She is a B cup. Aiko is of Japanese origin. She currently is wearing a type of lab apparel.
Personality: Aiko isn't human anymore. Noone is. She sees the evil in people rather than the good. She doubts any charity, is reluctant to accept help, and never truly trusts anyone. She has no problem killing those she classifies as a threat. She wont let herself get hurt ever again.
History: Her life had been fairly normal, until she was kidnapped by terrorists during a vacation trip with family and sold to slavery. For two years she lived as a sex slave in Myanmar with a harsh, oppressive muscle man and made to call him "master." She had attempted escape twice. the second time she nearly died from his beatings. Her final escape was a desperate one. She was going to jump into the river and risk death to escape, or make sure to make him mad enough that he kills her. Her efforts paid off, but barely. She hang adrift on tree logs for several days, forced to drink the murky river water. She was eventually rescued by an old man of a small fishing boat. She lived with him only for a few months. She had just got back to knowing kindness again. Then one day, he has been killed and his boat taken by pirates. Her attempt to hide among the pile of fish didn't work. The pirates kidnapped her and sexually abused her in many ways, to the point death was the only option. They only kept her alive to know she would last longer, so she would not rot. She had been chained, the chains cut into her wrists and ankles, and she tried to cut even more, for pain became a slippery numbness of dripping blood. She had cried her last tears, now all there was left was numbness, and the hope for an end. A business executive like dressed pair of men had visited the pirates. They bought her, and cleaned her up, fed her, sort of nourished her to health. She thought the were being kind, but she thought wrong. After a few days of traveling in aircraft and vehicles, she arrived at some weird place. She noticed one of the men carelessly walking around, who had a pistol in a holster on his leg. After seeing a needle, and that careless mans holster on his leg swing close to her, she made a move. She was going to kill herself with it immediately, but all of that anger stored caused her blood to pump. Her breathing increased and her adrenaline rocketed high. As soon as one of them brought a needle close to her arm, and it touched, it triggered a series of events. It was too late before he and the staff knew what happened, and the gun in her hand began to crack of thunder in the the room. They had all been dead, or dying. She took the rest of his ammo, (two extra clips in one side pouch), and shot the locking mechanism to the door that didn't open, and ran to the nearest exit. It lead to some corridors, and out to a loading station. It was day, still dark, dew on the greenish yellow saw grass. Further on, she saw a gravel road, and forest. She decided to go through the woods, her feet bare but didn't care. She was numb, but a different kind of numb grew in her as she ran, a tired kind. She unknowingly ran across and into a small stream, and began to drink as if to end the numbing. The needle. It must have been. No. She could not focus. She faded to black, but felt herself running again. Then no more running.
Introduction:Aiko awakes in a forest along a stream to the sound of birds, the trickle of nearby stream water, the trees and grass blowing in the wind, and the sound of flies buzzing about. Her feet were dotted with many painful thorns. She has many itchy cuts on her legs and painful bruises on her knees. Her toenails are scratched up. Her clothes are torn, and her body is weak and achy. She has painfully irritated bumps and ticks all over. You're thirsty and have a headache. Night is approaching. She feels as if she ran and tore through the forest for a long time, but didn't remember getting all of those wounds.