Monica
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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 8:01 am Post subject: [Character Sheet] Monica |
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The Basics
Name: Genetically Outlined Recon Operative Number One Eight (Monica informally)
Age: 9
Apparent Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 160
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Physique: Slender, slight muscular build
Race: Human
Language: Common
Religious affiliation: None
Homeland: GORON Island (Destroyed)
Home/Location in Psychotopia: Psychotopian Warp Exploratory Corp Barracks
Heraldic Symbol/Colors: Psychotopian
Companions/Friends: Goron
Skills
Studies: Psychics and Math (Taught by PWEC)
Apprenticeships: See above
Natural Abilities: Enhanced Speed and Strength, Close Combat Mastery, Ranged Combat Proficiency, Boosted Intelligence
Occupation(s): Warp Explorer
Financial Status: Enough to get by.
Family
Mother: None
Father: Unknown (Cloned)
Brothers: None
Sisters: None
Half/Step/Adopted Siblings: Other GORONs (mostly KIA or MIA)
Spouse: None
Children: None
Possessions - Inventory
Clothing: Psychotopian Warp Exploratory Corp Uniform
Jewelry: None
Weapons: Laser Pistol, and any other weapon from the PWEC arsenal
Armor: None
Magical Items/Artifacts (and their powers): None
Currency: 
Tools/Utensils: Zero Space Pockets (Hold a near infinite amount of anything)
Books/Scrolls: None
Food: N/A
Medicinal Items/Herbs: N/A
Are any of your possessions sentient? Yes (PWEC Armband AI)
What is it's level of intelligence? Genius, smarter than Monica
Can it communicate? Yes
How does it communicate? Common Speech through PWEC Armband
How did you acquire it? Standard issue for all PWEC personnel
Character Depth
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Part 1
=========================[4 Years ago]=================================
In a little known laboratory somewhere deep under Psychotopia, Alarms started going off everywhere. It just so happened The Dark Psycho was working on a systemin this lab to help people who had found themselves stuck in a little known place known as the Warp. It was a layer of subspace that through concepts too complex to explain, connected each Warp Portal to it's destination, as well as partially connected to every other Warp Portal in the Multiverse.
DP knew the Alarm meant one thing as he materialized in this lab: Some one had gotten stuck in the Warp, and it was time to Test out his designs. As he punched in the variables, he locked in on the signal. The being was very erractic, an indication that whoever it was had used a very VERY primative Warp Portal Device.
Amatuers.
He finally finished punching in the codes and powered up the system. A blue whirlpool appeared before him, and out it spat some kind of warrior, fresh from a battle. Really fresh.
As DP went over to his aid, he noticed he was, well, a she. In fact, it was a female humanoid adolescent. He held up his armband, and confirmed that not only was she humanoid, but human, probably from a parallel world. But she also had altered genes. There was one for increased muscle density, another for accelerated growth. And a lot more altered gene DP did not recognized. As if that wasn't wierd enough, one of her hands had been replaced by a laser cannon.
"Where am I?'" The girl asked weakly.
"Rest now, your safe." DP said, wanting her to feel welcome. He had a feeling he could use this warrior against the Mutant Chickens.
=========================[1 Year Later]=================================
Psychotopia's colors where everywhere in the Court yard. The Chicken Wars were still in full scale, but now there was a new threat: The Forum Wars. No one was quiet sure why their leader, Dau'Pay, had suddenly decided that these people in an otherwise unknown world were such a threat, but most of them owed their life to him, so they weren't about to ask questions.
Up at the stand, DP stood at a microphone. Behind him 10 people sat nervously in chairs. As they looked on, DP started his speech.
" I stand before you now, to congratulate these ten of your own. They have shown great aptitude, leadership, and skill on the field of battle, and as such have been selected by me to go through the Psychotopian Warp Portal Exploratory Corp. I know you'll wish them well as you leave for battle, as will I. You all have many trials and tribulations ahead, but rest asured that they pale in comparison to what these valient examples of Psychotopia's best will be asked to go through."
At the end was one female, about 15 biologically, but closer to 6 chronologically. Her clean uniform couldn't compare to the rags she arrived in after her battle. Her name badge said Monica, after the nurse that had brought her back to health after the battle (the excess of stem cells in her blood certainly didn't hurt). However, she still caught herself putting her name down as "Unit 18" on Paperwork. The past sometimes never dies. As never did the memory of unit 40. She often wondered what happened to him after that night.
She had been told that she was the only one who had gotten stuck in the Warp from her orginating address, after some kind of power surge to the Warp Portal Generator during her broadcast. Maybe he was still somewhere, having adventures.
But now she would be able to search for him and the other Gorons. Dau'Pay had told her of the Exploratory Corp during a dinner at his palace with him. He said he always had dinner with everyone he ever considered putting into the Corp. He wanted to make sure they were absolutely loyal to him, and had the right stuff to make it. Every one also said that he should know what that was, he was the original Warp Portal explorer. But that never made much sense to her, because from her research Psychotopia had also had the Warp Portal Tech for several Millenia.
Of course, she also couldn't find any mention of any of the leaders before Dau'Pay. She gave up eventually and figured she would never truely understand the place she ended up.
She looked at her mechanical hand. It was yet another clue to her past. She had elected to have the cannon removed and replaced with hand for this new assignment.
Eventually, he finished his speech, and this was the part where He was to escort the new recruits to their training facilities. As she and her fellow cadets followed him, it appeared as though he was lost.
Instead of going into a Warp Portal like she had expected, instead they just kept walking...straight to the third palace. He stopped at the gate, and pressed a very long and complicated string of numbers into a control pad next to the gate. When he finished, he simply smiled over his shoulder as he pressed enter, causing the gates to swing open.
As Monica entered the palace, she realized it wasn't a palace, but an elaborate Hologram. The grounds was actually a training center, hidden by the fake palace. And like it or not, this was her home.
==================================[6 weeks later]=========================================
Monica used to think that Goron training was tough. She could have only wished she could have had a drill instructor half as tough as this guy before The attack.
The attack. It still haunted her. She thought that certainly with all the information they have been stuffing into her head she would have forgotten about it. About him.
She had undergone weapons training with just about every weapon possible, and a few that weren't possible. Her favorite was a cannon thing known as a "Kablooie." It had the ability to turn people into a strange creature called a Norn. Most useful. Of course, they still learned hand to hand combat and had training on bladed weapons. At this she excelled, more than likely due to her Goron training.
Her days where she wasn't training her body, she was training her mind. Dau'Pay required that all people using the warp understand the physics behind it. Not a small task, but one she worked hard to acheive.
Part of her evenings were spent designing a uniform. Corp members were allowed individual uniforms, and she tried to create one that still looked like her original Goron Uniform, but incorporated more the Psychotopian Tech into it. She had zero space pockets (infinate storage pockets in laymens terms) all over the place, most used to store ammo and weapons. It was fair to say that she could supply a whole army with what she could carry. She hoped it would never come to that.
The rest was studying her Physics and Math. As she said, it wasn't a small taks, but one she was willing to work for.
Finally the day arrived where she'd be recieving her companion and primary means of transport: Her Armband. These things were supposed to be the pinnicle of Psychotopian Tech. Their shield generator could do what it took several hundred tonnes of the strongest metal to do on her planet, and yet was small enough to fit into a compact package.
And the Computer system had an A.I. installed. She debated about what to call her A.I., but finally decided on a name: 40. Simple, to the point, and an honor to fallen comrades.
A whistle brought her to attention that morning on the training yard. Next to her Drill Instructor lay a box, inside were ten new armbands, fresh from production. As he passed them out to the cadets, the marveled at how the color specs matched exactly what they wanted.
She got her's, and turned it on. As the screen came on, a male voice welcomed her.
"Hello Monica. I'm 40, and I'll be your A.I." |
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