Name: Five
Age: 21
Hair: Purple
Eyes: Cobalt Blue
Race: genetically engineered humanoid
Appearance: Hair died purple, tattoo of a 5 on her right hand between the thumb and pointer finger. Hair often in pigtails bangs in her eyes. Here stare is cold with and underlining Venomous glint to it. She applies make up to her pale skin to make her seem paler and expertly smears smoky eye shadow across her lids, such as to hide who she really is. Crrys miltry issued messngerbg nd combtboots the rest of her clothing firly informal oftin tank top and Baggy jeans.
Abilitys: unnartual strength and speed, Stelth, blending in with shadows, firearms, Build Repare Firearms, Malee, ambidextrious
Story: Born and Raised in a military installation, Named 5 for being the fifth attempt at bio genetically engineered human, the others failing and dieing before her threw complications with stabling DNA after changing the genetic coding. She was trained as a killer. When she was 18 she escaped wanting to know what the outside was like, having never left the compound before the outside world seemed strange and exciting, but she quickly grew bored and appalled. On her first week out she concentrated on finding a way to council her identity form those out to find her, this is when she settled on dyeing her hair Purple, it would be so outlandishly out there that they wouldn't look twice at her. She wandered the country becoming steadily disenchanted and disgusted by the self-destructions of humanity, such as drugs and violence in the streets. She would move on to the next place she saw that the city she was in was no better then the one before often it was worse that the she now finds herself in New Orleans. She doesn't know about the Vampires that wander the same streets, or go to the same local haunts that she doses. She doses know however that there's something different from them then everyone else.
~updated 9/16/01~ Now understands that the strange mortals .. wernt mortal after all ... she was sired by Damien Trueblood, and he is taking her in teaching her emoutions and feelings that she had never felt befour..... things could get messy....
Her words: *grins sadistically singing in a frighteningly emotionlessly, calm and quiet voice that is not unlike the melodic sound of a flowing river *Down in the park where the mad men meet the machine playing kill by number, down in the park with friend called Five...
