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=== Backstory === | === Backstory === | ||
Born in Tbilisi, Georgia Aurora grew up knowing the risks of Russian action. When it finally boiled over and her family fled from the possibility of genocide. Spending most of her formative years in the constant war torn lands known as the Arabian Strife, her family; her, her twin sister, brother, mother, and father. They were constantly moving to avoid the majority of the violence as it shifted from region to region. But once Aurora and her siblings were old enough to look after themselves for the majority they settled down in Kuwait City under the watchful eyes of the UN forces and the American Protectorate stationed in the city. | |||
=== Trigger Event === | |||
She saw them, capes fighting barely a hundred metres away from the oil derrick, how were they supposed to stop that? | |||
The fight drew closer and closer as she directed everyone, doing her best to keep the panic hidden from her voice as she wiped the sweat off her palms. It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, that explosion was deafening, was the only thought that crossed Aya’s mind as the truck that had brought her and the others out to the oil derrick seemed to detonate from the inside out, leaving a pile of burning scrap metal in its place. | |||
The capes arrived, nobody she recognized from the city, and all the more destructive for it. None were there for the location, and that meant collateral damage meant nothing to them. It was like walking through a tornado of destruction, seeing the derrick torn apart around her, the handful of people who were just there to get paid for protecting the oil derrick for the week dying one by one, the place that she’d been responsible for, the people she’d been responsible for, all of those families that would never see them again, and possibly never know what had happened. | |||
+++Trigger+++ | |||
And with that everything seemed to quiet, the fighting, the destruction. Aya looked around, the world tinted red; red she would later learn was her own blood spilling down her face. Red that led her to each of the capes, rising from where they’d seemingly passed out; whoever’s power that was she would thank them if she got the chance. And red that gave each of the capes that had destroyed so much, and killed so many, a bullet to the head from the AK47 she’d purchased in town barely a month before. | |||
Revision as of 18:26, 3 May 2022
| Division | |
|---|---|
 Division in costume. | |
| Author | /u/ShellMerc |
| Pronouns | She/Her |
| Civilian name | Aya Lakatos |
| Alignment | Hero |
| Affiliation | Protectorate (Devilfish) |
| PRT Classification | Trump, Tinker, |
| Born |
April 2, 1992 Tbilisi, Georgia |
| Status | Active |
Character Sheet
Appearance
Aurora is 5’3 and weighs 160 pounds; since moving to America she has started to dye her hair pink and has a scar over her left eye from where a piece of shrapnel nearly left her blind. Completely immersing herself in Americana to quicker adjust to the new environment.
Costume Theme; Tacticool: Half Gas Mask (Painted black with orange accents), black jacket, tactical vest, black leggings (with spats), knee pads, black miniskirt with orange trim, black combat boots.
Equipment and Resources
Tinkertech
Skills and Specializations
Wealth Level: 6
Equipment
- AK-47 (With ammunition)
- Motorcycle (Harley Davidson)
- Tactical vest
- Cable Ties
- First Aid Kit
- Splints
- Esmarch Tourniquets
- Various Bandages
- Cell Phone
- Multi-Tool
- Tamagotchi, still on it’s first life
Skills
- Firearm safety, usage, and maintenance
- Emergency medical attention, triage
- Speaks Georgian, Arabian, and English
- Discount SERE
- Krav Maga
- Smuggling
- Motorcycle operation and maintenance
Mentality
Division suffers from mental instability, she is a figurative house of cards; enough problems stacked on one another that if she tried to build it herself it would fall. After her first and only attempt at leadership in the Arabian Strife went horribly wrong. (tl;dr has issues taking a leadership position due to PTSD, manifesting as nerves, anxiety, and lack of self confidence.)
Looks up to the Heroes that she has met in the past and their willingness to uphold justice and keep fighting the good fight, wants to be a hero too. Is still cautious when dealing with situations, delicate or not, while learning her limits.
Power
Backstory
Born in Tbilisi, Georgia Aurora grew up knowing the risks of Russian action. When it finally boiled over and her family fled from the possibility of genocide. Spending most of her formative years in the constant war torn lands known as the Arabian Strife, her family; her, her twin sister, brother, mother, and father. They were constantly moving to avoid the majority of the violence as it shifted from region to region. But once Aurora and her siblings were old enough to look after themselves for the majority they settled down in Kuwait City under the watchful eyes of the UN forces and the American Protectorate stationed in the city.
Trigger Event
She saw them, capes fighting barely a hundred metres away from the oil derrick, how were they supposed to stop that?
The fight drew closer and closer as she directed everyone, doing her best to keep the panic hidden from her voice as she wiped the sweat off her palms. It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, that explosion was deafening, was the only thought that crossed Aya’s mind as the truck that had brought her and the others out to the oil derrick seemed to detonate from the inside out, leaving a pile of burning scrap metal in its place.
The capes arrived, nobody she recognized from the city, and all the more destructive for it. None were there for the location, and that meant collateral damage meant nothing to them. It was like walking through a tornado of destruction, seeing the derrick torn apart around her, the handful of people who were just there to get paid for protecting the oil derrick for the week dying one by one, the place that she’d been responsible for, the people she’d been responsible for, all of those families that would never see them again, and possibly never know what had happened.
+++Trigger+++
And with that everything seemed to quiet, the fighting, the destruction. Aya looked around, the world tinted red; red she would later learn was her own blood spilling down her face. Red that led her to each of the capes, rising from where they’d seemingly passed out; whoever’s power that was she would thank them if she got the chance. And red that gave each of the capes that had destroyed so much, and killed so many, a bullet to the head from the AK47 she’d purchased in town barely a month before.