Don't worry, I'll be doing fun things with it later.
Name: Hashen Kai "Wraith"
Age: 100
Species: Batii
Faction: Batiss Combine
Personality: Loyal, dedicated, methodical and procedural (but flexible), vicious in combat, but not unsympathetic. Honorific. Less-than-perfect psych profile, but combat record is nearly flawless.
Bio Tidbits:
Female
190cm
77.0Kg (109.0 Kg with equipment)
Equipment:
-Light power armor (custom). Vacuumproof, waterproof to 500+ meters, rebreather, water recycling system, injury control systems, emergency life support, power amplifiers, rudimentary ECM, and subspace comm system.
-90cm longsword (nanoedge, filament-heated)
-30cm combat knife
-modular multirifle, with long-range and suppressed barrels
-10mm coil pistol
-3 fragmentation grenades
-2 Lopass Void Phase grenades
-7 stimpacks
-7 MRE nutrient packs
Backstory: Born in the Shi province of the Batiss Combine just as the war began, Kai has known no peace in her lifetime. Like many of the era, she began training at an early age, and showed exceptional talent. After initial training, she was placed in advanced officer's school. In that, she excelled, but also displayed a deteriorating psychological condition that set her back several years. This gave her a chance to surpass most of the weapons masters at the academy. The war had been raging for 5 decades before she participated in real combat. Since then, she has acquired the call sign "Wraith" because of her albino coloration, wispy frame, habit of improbably surviving numerous perilous situations, and a near-legendary reputation for being something akin to a shadow of death.
Appearance: Tall with albino fur and skin coloring (white fur, light pattern, light fuchsia eyes). Wears a custom helmet painted to resemble a bare skull.
Music, art, and such:
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Vibration increased to an uncomfortable quaking as the insertion craft penetrated deeper into Ember's poison atmosphere. Kai groped at the console, scouring the board for the proper sequence of controls to deactivate the high-atmosphere maneuvering thrusters and begin low-entrance protocols. She found them. A klaxon blared a fraction of a second before the pod violently decelerated, driving Kai against her harnesses. Still much faster than normal insertions, but speed was a necessity. An impact countdown timer began at the corner of the armor's helmet display. The ship continued to decelerate, straining against the thickening air. Kai felt her armor constricting her lower half as it fought to restrain the flow of blood to her legs. She gripped the armrests.
The world swam back into Kai's vision. The pod's door was teetering on the ground before the craft, smoke from the det bolts still leaking into the grey air. She unfastened her harness and stepped out of the pod, assessing the bodily damage caused by her rapid insertion. A few burst capillaries, no broken bones and no brain damage. A very successful entrance, considering the pod's heat shield was now buried almost half a meter in the planet's parched surface.
She glanced around. She was standing upon the ruins of an old bunker, or perhaps an even older research station. It had no roof, and what was left of two of the walls were leaning heavily. The ruin was around a hundred meters from the her target, the gate. She had expected a more obvious enemy presence. She was looking around when a string of projectiles disturbed some of the glassy soil near her foot. Rolling to evade the next series of bullets, she pulled her rifle from her back. She pressed herself against a wall and slid upward, scanning the landscape. There were other ruins around, some containing the fading heat sources of fresh corpses. Others had more lively inhabitants. Crouching, she thumbed the safety of her weapon to the "Off" position and fired several unsuppressed projectiles at a wall that her assailants were using for cover, then vaulted over and quickly crossed the ground between her pod and the enemies. In a single motion, she threw the rifle back over her shoulder onto its clasps on her armor and grabbed the hilt of her sword. If she had counted correctly, there were only three people behind the wall. She jumped over the low barrier, swung her sword in a downward arc, and felt it bite into a hardsuit and the flesh beneath it. As she regained her footing, she immediately withdrew the blade from the cloven enemy and jabbed at another, the neck of whom's armor was easily penetrated. The third paused, screamed and drew his sidearm. He was too far away to down with the sword. Kai drew her own sidearm and aimed it at the man's head. She hesitated. The barrel of his weapon wasn't leveled at her, but instead rested under his own bare jaw. He had removed his helmet, exposing his lungs to the air and a pair of wild eyes to Kai. An insane grimace twisted his face as he put a round through his own head. Odd.
