Post by Faith Webster on Oct 31, 2010 23:40:49 GMT -5
SHIELD Files
~FAITH WEBSTER!!
~FAITH WEBSTER!!
”These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase”
The File Jacket
Name: Faith Webster
Nickname(s)/Alias: None yet…
Codename: Lycan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetro
Profession: A top secret government assassin
Human Type: Genetically Created Mutant
Faction: Owned by the government
Mutant Powers and Abilities:
- Accelerated Healing
- Superhuman senses, strength, agility, stamina, reflexes, & longevity
- Retractable claws laced with adamantium
- Skeleton infused with adamantium
- Elongated & sharp canines
- Expert martial artist, spy, assassin, and combatant as well as tactician
- Night vision
- Superhuman tracking
Canon?: Original
PRETTY FACES
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 136 lbs.
Any outstanding features?:
Appearance:
Hello THeRE
Likes:
- Books
- Movies
- Computer games
- Television
- Internet
Dislikes:
- Rude people
- Her handler(s)
- Being feared
- Mustard
- Being forced to do something she doesn’t like
Fears:
- Losing those she considers to be her family
- Loneliness
- Abandonment
Weaknesses:
- Antisocial
- Her attitude, which tends to get her into trouble
- Her fiery temper
- Not a people person
Strengths:
- Her training
- Her size, which can be a misconception
- Her intelligence
- Anyone she considers as a friend
Any secrets?: Under orders of her handler(s), has killed 188 people.
PERSONALITY: Faith's personality is quite complex. She is a quiet, reserved individual but can at times get completely the opposite when pushed. One of her most noble or honorable traits is that of loyalty. She will defend anyone to the death if that person has gotten her loyalty. Despite what she lacks in behavioral skills, she more than makes up for it in her field talents. Faith is an expert hunter, becoming proficient in using advanced weaponry and technology. She normally doesn't hesitate in terminating enemies and using whatever methods necessary to get her targets.
BACKGROUND:
Mother: Unknown
- Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable):
FATHER: James “Logan” Howlett, aka Wolverine or Weapon X
- Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable): Alive - Unknown - Last known whereabouts were with the X-Men
OTHER FAMILY: Unknown
- Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable):
HISTORY: After the dam explosion at Alkali Lake, a team of US government officials were sent to scavenge the ruins of the underground base. What they found were Colonel William Stryker’s notes on experimentation with mutants, and a whole case full of DNA from what is only labeled as Weapon X. The team took it all back to their base and set in motion their own weapons program. However, they knew that they couldn’t experiment on mutants like Stryker. Instead, they created them. From Weapon X’s DNA, they were able produce an offspring with his abilities and add a few of their own. They implanted one of their ‘volunteers’ with the embryo, and watched as she carried it to term. They did not tell her that it was hers as well. When the child was born, she was named Faith Webster by her mother before being carted off.
Faith grew up in the top secret government compound, learning to fight and kill. She was excellent at it. However, she did have one major flaw that they didn’t foresee her having, a conscious. But that is getting a bit ahead. Everyday, little Faith would get injured just to if her accelerated healing has started yet. Then one day, her handler brutally roughed her up, and her mutation kicked in. She healed instantly, and three bone claws emerged from between her knuckles. She was only three. For the next two years, she was taught basic combat skills and tracking. Then on her fifth birthday, she had undergone the same thing as Weapon X. Without putting her to sleep, because she would be immune to the anesthetic, they injected the hot adamantium directly into her body and forced it to infuse with her skeleton and create knife like weapons out of her claws. Before she could even recover from it, her handler forced her back into training.
For the next eleven years, Faith has trained with the best in all areas of combat and has succeeded in assassinating any targets presented before her. She was the best, but her inner moral had shown her that her life was wrong. She had then begun to plan her escape. She found out where the file on her is kept. She knew the best way to get to the outside, and the path that was least used. She is now waiting and bidding her time for the perfect moment to hatch her escape.
ACTOR/ACTRESS USED: Miranda Cosgrove
POST RP EXAMPLE:Taken from an old DW and TW site I created.
Arwen stood in her black trench coat and high-heeled boots, looking over the active rift from the roof of a building above. Jack had sent her the moment he knew it was going to be active in just a few short minutes. Normally he would send someone else, but only she could cover that much distance in just a short amount of time. The perks of being part vampire.
"You are to either stay at the rift until it closes, or follow and detain anything that comes out of it." Jack told her before she left. She had an idea on why Jack had her moved from the old Torchwood to his, but she was never able to confirm it. Something glittered inside of the rift and she moved her camera phone up into the line of sight. As it came out, she snapped a picture and sent it back to Torchwood. She then followed the being until she heard more instruction coming into the ear-piece that the Institute uses to communicate between its agents.
"Arwen, you are to follow and observe. We are sending someone to intercept." The female voice sounded in her ear loud and clear. She did as ordered. A few blocks down the street, a familiar dark vehicle flew around the corner and stopped on a coin in front of the being. Jack and Owen emerged from inside, and approached. Without further incident, it was taken to Torchwood.
"Good job, Arwen. Now, please go back to your position and make sure the rift closes." Jack instructed her before entering the car and speeding back the way it came. Arwen moved back to her previous post in a blink of an eye, and patiently waited for the rift to close. Once it did, she headed back to Torchwood to see what came through and if it was dangerous...
* THE face BEHIND the MASK!
Alias: Lycan
Age: (This is optional.)
Gender: (This is optional.)
RP Experience: About a decade…
Where did you find us?: I didn’t. I created you!
Rules: I didn’t need to since I made ‘em!
