Death: Killed in battle with the Executioner by a grenade.
Name: Rem O’Connor
Nicknames: Red and Hothead.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Physical appearance: Rem’s appearance is one of great interest once you notice her. A top her head is short, cropped blood red hair that sticks up in all directions ,but she works with it. It also falls into almost warped eyes that seem to be a mixture of maroon and blue. The maroon being dominant in the middle because of a birth defect causing her eyes to be very sensitive to strong bursts of light. Her skin is pale with freckles all over, mostly on her cheeks. So overall she is a ginger in appearance. She stands at around 5'11 and weights 135 pounds with nice curves and a nice amount of muscles spread across her stomach, legs and arms. Her face is slightly boyish with a big smile that will randomly appear for no reason. She has a petite nose, large eyes and high cheek bones. This indicates her Irish and Norwegian heritage. The only scarring she really has is on her hands which are in the form of blackened skin where the nerve endings are fried.
Clothing of choice: The clothing that Rem wears are not stylish nor new. She prefers things that let her move easily in and can actually get dirty. This shows how much of a Tomboy she actually is. She usually wears either worn down sneakers or high boots with skinny jeans that are covered in tears from all of her ‘experimental’ activities. She obviously wears a black belt to keep the pants up and her shirt is usually a baggy and of any color. It just matters if it is clean or dirty on that day. She wears black gloves on her hands except the index finger, thumb and middle fingers are cut off at the tips so she can feel better as she works. On her ears she wears a simple set of studs. The last thing that she wears are a pair of black goggles a top her head to protect her eyes from light and any debris.
Weaponry of choice: Her weaponry consists of:
SG 550 Rifle-- This is more for a farther away target when she really does not want to get her hands dirty. She uses the rifle on those days that she is being lazy or the target is constantly moving. The weight of the gun is 9.04 pounds with the length with the stock extended is 39.3 inches. The barrel length is 20.8 inches. The SG 550 series rifle has a 21.3 in long sight radius and are equipped with iron sights adjustable for both windage and elevation. The sights consist of a rear, rotating diopter drum soldered to the receiver and a hooded front post installed in the gas block. For easier carry she has a sling on it to wrap around her shoulder. The firearm will accept SIG's 40 mm GL 5040/5140 grenade launcher which is mounted under the barrel via an eccentric latch and replaces the lower handguard. The grenade launcher is a single-shot breech-loaded weapon that is supplied with a leaf sight that attaches to the rifle's rear sight base and enables accurate firing out to 200 m. It has equipped twenty round magazines with the caliber being 5.56x45mm. It can fire 700 rounds per minute on average. She carries around 6 magazines or more on her at all times.
Explosives/Grenades-- In her time she liked to blow stuff up as a kid and it slowly turned into an obsession until she used it to either get away or destroy more than one target at a time. It is a convenience ,but it has great consequences when it comes to the use.
Twin Long Bladed knives-- Simply enough she uses them for up close combat when she is basically backed against the wall with no way to get out. They have 4 inch handle with 8 inch curved blades that are made of highly concentrated silver. The guards are just simple rectangular strips of titanium. The sheaths are located on each hip.
Race: Special Human
Speed- She is significantly faster than a normal human in an almost cheetah like sense ,but a bit slower. Her speed tops out at about 40-50 mph and can only hold the speed for so long. Though she can go a constant speed of around 27 mph for a quite a bit longer.
Strength- Her strength is very keyed into how angry she is ,but on average she can bench press 200 pounds and can handle many high powered weapons without really feeling a kick after fired.
Berserk- This is both a strength and a weakness. Berserkers in Norse Mythology were known for their rage in battle and prowess. This ability is inherited and hard to control unless practiced. Berserk happens when she either gets very excited or gets hurt from some means causing a hormonal rage to start happening. In this instance her human mind and reason blanks out for a more animalistic one. Mattering on the situation she becomes more predictable which make her easier to key in on ,but she does have a human mind underneath the blankness so it can be done in a sly way.
Heightened Senses- The most heightened sense is her vision which is best used at night ,but when shown in sunlight she almost becomes blind. Her eyes able to here things like high whistles and chirps that most humans can't hear and her sense of smell let's her track someone to a certain degree through practice.
Organization: Unaffiliated
Personality: Rem is a very hotheaded women that the smallest thing can set her off, making her go and do something stupid. In battle if she gets hurt she has trouble controlling her rage and ends up blacking out and going into ‘berserk’ mode, Though underneath all of the anger she is quite the little tomboy. She enjoys rough housing around with people and playing like a little kid and if she likes you then she will always be loyal. If you betray her then she you will be in a bad way. She is quite the goofball and a bit clumsy ,but she is smarter than she looks.
Rank: Lone Mercenary
Biography: Rem’s childhood is very interesting indeed when you take a closer look into it. She was born on July, 9 1984 to a young English women by the name of Amelia Harker and a Norwegian/Irish Mercenary by the name of Jack O’Connor. Her mother died and child birth and her father was left to take care of her. Since her father wanted a boy she was treated like one. She was a tomboy as she grew up and wanted to be just like her father and one day become a mercenary. So she was treated how to shoot at the very young age as an eight year old and even before that he was teaching her mechanics and the basic rules of fighting. Since her father was a boxer when he was younger that is one of the fighting styles she learned as a youngling along with aikido and capoeira. Her father saw her abilities as soon as she honed them in. She was very strong for her age and her senses were very sensitive. These traits were inherited straight from him to a point when it came to the strength. Her eyes came from her mother funnily enough. As soon as she turned ten her father was on a mission and was in a fatal explosion. At that point she had gotten to the point where she went completely mute and unresponsive.
That ended another chapter of her life as she was sent to her grandmother’s on her mom’s side to be looked over. Her grandmother tried to teach to be a proper lady ,but that did not work out to well. She was to boyish and rough to easily to be brought down. She was put through a private school that she always skipped class to get out of. She also had problems controlling her rage and was known to beat up many of the rich boys at the school landing her in heaps of trouble. Though one thing did come true from her father’s death. To learn about explosives and figure out what type was used to kill her father. She would sneak off and night and blow up the many dresses that her grandmother bought her before going to sleep every night. Though her grandmother caught on really quickly. By the time she was fourteen she was a juvenile delinquent to be feared. She was kept under lock and key until she was let out when she was about 16 years of age.
Spending time locked up in juvenile detention center for a kid was hard. In that time her grandmother died and she was happy about it. She was sent to an orphanage and was kept a semi close watch on. In that time she brushed up on her mechanics, fighting and explosives. With this new freedom she was able to move out when she was around eighteen and is very new to the mercenary business. At that age she inherited all of her father’s old equipment and a savings bond for around 50,000 dollars. She bought an old garage on the edge of town and fixed it up. That is where she spends most of her time as a mechanic. She got a couple of well paying missions under her belt and she was someone that was coveted in the business. Though one thing worries her with her hardened feelings towards others she does sometimes find it a little bit to easy to pull the trigger.
RP sample:
FIGHT
The night air coiled around the earth like a snake squeezing the life out of its prey. The earth shook in fear of the serpent and the evil that night brought for it to embrace like a mysterious lover that would turn their back on you at any second. The moon peaked out over the trees like a scared child as it was scolded on the sun that just left over the horizon in the storm of anger. The thunder rained supreme here. Water rained down in on the earth with a certain rage for man kind. Mother nature was not pleased tonight. She writhed and screamed like a mother giving birth to her new born child. In the mists of it all a lone figure layed there letting her rage pound down on the poor soul.
Rem stared at the blood and mud that was around her. She writhed around on her back until she pushed herself on her stomach and attempted to push myself up. She struggled and unsteadily with a narrowed gaze watched her opponent with a certain curiosity. She grumbled in pain at her side and ran at the man as quickly as possible. He had grazed her left rib very lightly ,but it still bled like it was fatal. She attacked him a series of boxing punches. Left hook, upper cut and tight hook. He tried to punch back with some effort ,but end up stumbling all over himself. One blow to his temple and his face was flat in the mud. He let off a series of curses before she kicked him on the back of the head. This effectively knocked him, a job easily done. She landed off to his left side with a wince of pain. She felt the bullet wound on her arm and winced. The man had caught her off guard and got one lucky shot off before she got him. He was the one she was hired to capture and that is what she would do. She pulled out some rope and tied him up with a narrowed gaze and a level stare before calling her boss.
FORMAL
Silken dresses swished around the hall as women chattered in their own cliques around the ball room. Men swooned at some of the women and asked them to dance or maybe a rendezvous on the terrace for some fun. The marble floors glistened like white diamonds that were just unearthed and the smell of food was intoxicating. The room had a series of tables set up so they payed attention to the front where the guest of honor and the host sat. The food was over on assorted tables that were filled with exotic foods like Alaskan salmon all the way down to a fruit no one at the party was even able to name.
This was not an ideal place for Rem. She was in the corner of the room as she leaned against the wall with partially closed eyes. She did not socialize like other women, she was not the type too. She wore a simple black dress with gloves that ran up her arms to hide the scarring on her arms so she would blend in more. Her spiked hair was in a very creative French braid that she had to have extensions put in to use. She watched over the party with a silent sneer. This was her cousin’s wedding and she hated her cousin and they thought the same ,but it would be bad manners not to invite a family member of their father’s late sister. She grumbled deciding she had stayed long enough. Her four inch heels hardly clicked as she headed out of the grand hall.
TRAINING
The morning light slowly reflected through the glass of an old gym that had been closed down a couple of years ago. Cobwebs hung lazily from the ceiling as spiders sipped on their meals with narrowed eyes and smiles that were everlasting. Dust was layered on old work out equipment and lockers that housed the articles of champions that came and passed many years before. Amerson’s Gym was built over sixty years ago and had been abandoned for around thirty by now. People would come in and work out now and again ,but they would have to be very sneaky about it. It may have been left behind ,but there were rumors of the ghost of the old owner scaring off any trespassers ,but there was one never bothered by the unreal specter.
The figure seemed to dance back and forth as she popped the punching bag with great vigor before giving it a hard kick. She stopped the punching bag from its erratic swinging before deciding to call it a day. She stretched her sore shoulders and pulled off her sweaty t-shirt and other garments to take a long shower. It surprised her that this place still had running water ,but she had seen stranger in her short 19 years on this earth. She dried off and pulled on her spare clothing before heading for the door. She looked around the old gym and smirked, “See ya later”, she muttered before heading out. As the door closed the ghosts of the past called her to come back.
Subject: Rem O'Connor (death by grenade) 
