Wisp

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Wisp

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~Vitals~

~Name: Wisp
~Title: N/A
~Nicknames: Chipmunk
~Age: 26
~Gender: Female
~Race: Truskan
~Planet of Origin: Ghallapos
~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Aengels
~Reputation: Wisp keeps to herself, and has relatively no reputation at all. That either makes her quite innocent or quite dangerous.
~Specialty: N/A
~Former Life:: Wisp doesn't have a former life. Nothing that she can really call a life, anyways. All she remembers is her brother taking care of her, telling her stories of their parents and grandparents and great grandparents. Tales of grandeur, she calls them.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:

N/A

~Weapons and Equipment:

• The Aqueous: A suit that was meant to compliment the A.L.P.H.A. Suit in its final form, but Doctor Jaeger didn't have time to finish his work before his suicide. The Aqueous, much like the A.L.P.H.A. attaches itself to the wearer, only the Aqueous attaches over the entire body, through the muscles, not just the spinal column as with its counterpart. The function of the suit is to, as its name implies, turn the wearer into an aqueous form. It does so by sending pulses into the body via the muscles, essentially turning them into jello for a short period of time. This can be controlled through impulses through the brain, however, the brain is also affected, causing the wearer to occasionally black out while in this form.
  
  
• A single Helena Revolver
  
  

~Skills:

• Wisp is quite talented at getting people to believe her and keeping things hidden, and usually not through force, despite how fierce she may be. Her "puppy eyes" have been the downfall of a great many curious men.
  
• She remembers a little from what her brother taught her about using firearms. Her aim isn't nearly as good as it used to be, but she's working on ensuring it will be next time she needs to shoot something.
  
• With some help from the Aqueous, Wisp is rather talented at getting in and out of places without being detected.
  
• She is also great at picking locks, but don't peg her for the thievish type.
  
• She's a great kisser.
  
  

~Former training: Her brother drilled her when she was quite young, almost too young to remember the countless nights of imprinting the motions into her mind. She hasn't practiced in quite some time, however.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height: 5/7
~Weight: 130 lbs
~Hair Color: Dark brown
~Hair Style: Long hair down to her waist in loose curls
~Eye Color: Dark brown
~Play-By: Emma Watson
~Clothing Style: Wisp generally wears the Aqueous beneath her normal clothing, as it fits like a second skin, but she keeps the hood down. She normally wears a jacket resembling Trusken nobility, with a high collar and long flowing coat tails. Beneath that she is fond of white dress blouses and dress slacks, accompanied by heels.
~Distinguishing Features:

• She has the same haunting eyes that her brother has, it runs in the family.
  
• She has a scar on the right side of her face where her brother pushed her down and she hit her head on an ice chunk. It's small and barely noticeable, but an interesting detail to an otherwise unscathed face.
  
• She has scars on the top of her hand from where she has dripped hot wax on them regularly, to remind herself of pain, per her brother's request.
  
  

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Wisp has grown into her body and become a very healthy adult. She wasn't always like that, however. Her sickly features have matured into a rather good looking young woman. Her eyes, her brother says, are the eyes of her father's, and her grandfather's, and his grandfather's. She has brown hair that falls in loose spirals down to her waist, and she rarely puts it up. She has a small black line just to the left of her naval that most would pass off as just a strangely plain tattoo.
She likes to dress well, but always prepared. She refuses to wear skirts because she feels too vulnerable in them. She enjoys heels because of the soothing clicking sound they make and because they make her just a little taller. She has an innocent looking face, but something behind her eyes betrays that false history.

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:

• Candles
  
• The smell of evergreens
  
• Fresh blackberry pie
  
• Seafood
  
• Full moons
  
• Small talk
  
• Attention, but in a very subtle sense. She just wants someone to notice her in a non-selfish or conceded way.
  
• Cats
  
• Fresh rain
  
• Cut grass
  
• Flowers
  
• Poetry
  
• Harps
  
• Pianos
  
• Her brother
  

~Dislikes:

• Rapists
  
• Sunrises
  
• Bad memories
  
• People who stare
  
• Snow
  
• People who talk about her brother
  
• Comments about her eyes
  
• People who ask too many questions
  
• Arrogance
  
• Heights
  
• Pills
  
• Loud noises
  
• Crying
  

~Fears: (AT LEAST two or more)
~Weaknesses: (AT LEAST 4)
~Strengths: (AT LEAST 4)
~Goals: (AT LEAST two please)
~Hobbies: (AT LEAST three, besides killing)

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Wisp is a reliant independent. Contradicting, I know. She has fierce independent side thanks to her brother's training, but because he was always there to coach her, she also relies on others to get her through things sometimes. She's always hoping someone will notice her ,give her attention, but not in a negative way. She just wants to be someone, and she wants to be someone's someone, and not just in a romantic sense. She just wants to live.
She's incredibly paranoid, especially since the recent events of freeing her brother, and the explosion at the Galla. She is determined, sophisticated, and rather innocent despite her brother's attempt at making her into his equal. She will resort to violence but she does not enjoy it, and is sometimes hesitant when it comes to inflicting pain or death upon another. She can be soft spoken in hard times, but always has her own opinion and will almost always stick to it, even if she's wrong. She has a lot of baggage on her heart, a lot of things she wishes she could forget, and a lot of things she thinks she has forgotten. Now she just lives day to day, hoping someday she will see her brother again and save him, and get the answers they both need.

~Rap and History~

~Mother:
~Father:
~Siblings:
~Other relations:
~Companions:


~OVERALL HISTORY:

No one really knows about Wisp. The only ones that know her history are herself, her brother, and her diary. She came home to find her brothers tidying up the house. Her parents were nowhere to be found. She was too young to be told the news, so her brothers told her they were getting her flowers. That lie lasted a month, but after waiting at the window, being forced to eat, she finally gave up and made her brothers tell her. They had been murdered, by whom, they did not know. However, their father had left the oldest, a man known only as Sly, something of a memoir. It contained, according to him, everything about their family's past that they would ever need to know. Something changed in her brother that day.

Unfortunately, nothing changed in her other brother, known only as "Vile". After taking care of their younger sister and aspiring to achieve whatever their father had left behind had compelled them to achieve, the gap between the two brothers grew and grew. "Vile", as far as records can show, did not appreciate the way his brother was handling things. The only part of their last conversation that Wisp remembers was "Vile" screaming "You are not worth of this blood. You are a disgrace. Fear deserves better than this. You are no longer apart of this." Vile never came out of the room. Her oldest brother came up to her, picked her up, and they left their house just like that.

The next few years they spent hiding up in the mountains on the planet of Ghallapos, nestled under the looming evergreens. She still didn't know what it was that was driving her brother, but it rubbed off on her, even when she was reluctant. He made her train with him. Every night they would make candles together and before bed they would drip the searing wax on each other, grimacing the whole time until they became accustomed to it. He taught her to shoot, he taught her to fight, and he taught her to survive. He taught her to become a daughter of the legacy they were inheriting.

And then one day she didn't want to anymore. No more words were said between them. Her brother packed up and disappeared that afternoon, leaving her on her own. The only thing he left behind was the records their father had left him, and a note that read: When you need me, I won't be there. You are alone now. Your name will be Wisp. If you seek me out, be prepared for the consequences. Survive, Wisp. --Sly

She stayed in their small little cabin for a week, going through the records, until it was clear just who and what they were. She left the cabin and buried the records nearby, and set out for the cities in the distance. She made her way as a servant girl for the longest time, putting herself through schooling while living in the garage that belonged to the inn where she worked. She forced out the memories of her brother, of her family. The only thing that really stuck was what her brother had put in that note. She forgot her name...She was only Wisp now. And he was only Sly. She forgot what her other brother's name was altogether

She graduated from the University of Val'Hammoth, and was ready to be an Interplanetary banker. She was set on making money, and handling others' money was the perfect way to do that, even if they were unsavory characters. However, a month after graduating, she caught a broadcasting of the Mor'Dath Arena. It was quite a few years old, but after a political crisis had broken out in Mor'Dath, they were forced to replay old battles. She recognized one of the contestants, although she didn't know from where. After the Karioxan was horrifically killed, the victor stared down the camera, spitting at the lens. The blood crazed gaze that locked onto the camera was so familiar to her. It wasn't until the next day she came home to an intruder. Nothing had been touched, and as soon as she entered her apartment the stranger left, no words spoken. A package lay on the counter. She opened it to find some sort of suit with a note attached to it.

Your brother has been detained beneath Grey Pond. Use this to free him. The other is for him. You will leave it for him. Do not confront him. There will be time enough for that. If you follow these instructions, you will have your answers and your brother back, safe and sound. You will not fail, Wisp.

--R.M.

So she freed her brother, leaving the second package the stranger had left for him to find. She never laid eyes on him, she never spoke to him. It hurt her, but she had a feeling her mystery helper was a person of their word. Unfortunately months dragged on and she had no word from her brother or the mysterious writer of the letter. She gave up looking for him, and focused on the secrets of the suit she had been given. And then the Ball was engulfed in chaos and an All-Marshal was dead. It was time for her to pick a side.

~Writing Sample~

The droplets ran down her arms like mice scurrying away from an owl. They were few and slow at first, but soon they were racing down her arms in swarms. She had her eyes shut, not knowing if it was water from the shower head or her tears that were streaming down her cheeks. Her hair was practically glued to her skin from the water. The water spiraling down the drain was the only noise she heard in the relative darkness. Only the last candle her brother had made before leaving flickered on the other side of the shower door. Her whole body trembled.

Blood mixed with the water on its way down the drain.

Tiny pinpricks decorated her body in a bloody pattern. She had tried to stand in the shower, but her legs were weak and wobbly. She had barely managed to make it into the bathroom without falling over. It was a side effect of the suit, she was sure. The feeling she had had when it had done what it had done...It was ludicrous, wild...Scary. She rocked herself back and forth on the shower floor, trying to choke back the tears. She hated crying...The thought of crying dulled the pain that engulfed her body slightly. She hoped she never had to do that again. Her whole body shook with adrenaline, fear, and pain.

She was so sure she had forgotten all the things her brother had taught her.

And yet it seemed like it was like riding a bike. Well...So to speak. She had never rode a bike before. She knew the saying though, and that's what counts. It was those tiny little thoughts that kept her from blacking out again. She had to keep her mind occupied with not vomiting, not spinning, and not blacking out. She lied to herself, assuring herself that she was okay when she clearly wasn't. But as the world started to dim around her, not visually, but perceptually, one last pleasant thought came to her, and lightened her heart a little.

She had saved her brother. It brought a smile to her face as she passed out in the shower, still bleeding from the wounds Aqueous had inflicted upon her.

And with that last smile, that last pleasant thought, the last of her brother's last candle burned out, and she was left in the darkness of the room and her mind.