Elle - Renagade/Henchwoman

Real Name: Elle/Elizabeth/Elly/Ellenor Ml'Ruse
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: As above.
Title: She... really doesn't have one. If you yell at her, and look like you're after her attention, she anwsers.
Alignment: (Chaotic) Neutral.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Demihuman (Catgirl)
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight:110lbs.

Costume Descirption/Image:

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Personality: Well... this is a tad more complicated. She'll be playful when she wants, violent when unhappy, and generally shoots first, asks questions when it stops moving.

History: She grew up in the jungles of South America, being rather odd even in that exotic, alien world of things unseen by humankind. For years she lived there a predator in her own right, only having known her parents for a few brief years before maturing enough to hunt for herself. Years passed, humanity encroached on the ancient ruins that were her home, so she joined civilization. It took a few years for her to learn to cover her ears, and enough of the language to get by, but as she grew, she kept them covered, and began into her adult life by slipping in with a troup of visiting Army Cadets from the USA, and continuing her life with the Army.

As an operative, she qualified for Marine training and the like, but her natural flexibility and lone wolf personality sent her out by herself into the field, even when deployed with a squad. She later was injured, tearing her leg tendons apart when AK-47 rounds shot her though, a lone fighter having been waiting around the corner for her.

Her life was over a that point, and depression hit hard, she spent time anywhere and everywhere, until one night, her bandana fell away, and rumors spread quickly of the strange woman, and she vied to hide from the public, and took an ad for "Medical Experimentation" it was shifty, but she had nothing else. It was the strange, mad, genius that rebuilt her legs, and slid the thin sheets of armour under her skin, that she worked for from then on, feeling animalistic bonds to the savior of her life, not in the literal sense, but the depression was gone. She went as a guard, an assassin, as any sort of work Magtok needed done, she did, and did well.


Powers: She lacks anything spectacular, aside from being a Cat'o'Nine Lives. How's that work? She has nine lives, and doesn't nessicarily have to wait for death in order to split into "another" her. That uses up a life, of course. When she splits off another copy, it can't carry anything mechanical over, but usually take clothes, and other simple objects with her.

PowerGrid:
Int: 3
Str: 3
Spe: 5
Dur: 4
En Proj: 2
Fighting Skills:5

Character Image/Description:
She is an everyday catgirl and is slender and graceful, with a, soft, aestethically pleasing look to her body. She has overly-large sapphire eyes speckled with icy white with the pupils slitted vertically, like a cats, that are just above a little button nose, and a upturned pair of thin lips. Her frosted silver hair falls messily down to about her midback, with only her slanted cat ears breaking through, but in front a bang separates her hair away from her face, just above the eyes. A cat's tail breaks out from her tailbone, and is grey furred with a little white tip. She has a few tattoo's, one of which is a black heart ringed in thorns on the back of her right shoulder, and another is a stylized band about her right thigh.

Roleplay Sample: This is more of a rough rewrite of something that happened, combining the two posters (myself and the controller of the freaky bugs) into one story.

The hallways were dark, in the old factory, thin shafts of sunlight glittering through cracks in the boards that crossed the windows from the street outside. If she listened carefully, the noise of the cars passing by, the puff of motors, and almost silently the digital buzz of the helmet's battery pack. We'll back up a moment here, to get a look from the outside. Matte black carapace hugs tight to the femnine form, an elongated, enclosed, helmet with a polarized visor and two little cupolas on the side for her ears. In her arms is a smooth rifle, looking like an exotic piece of art rather than a gun, all grooves and indicator lights. Her thighs have an unusual amount of contrast for the boardering of the plates, made to slide out of the way as the containers that fill that portion of her leg opens.

The soft patter of her armoured feet of the floor is hardly more than the background noise, today she was after the most dangerous of foes. Magtok needed a Karish*, he would get one. This place happened to be the first place a hive turned up. Elle could hear the buzzing, the waiting chords of the bug-creatures just behind the next door. She kicked it open.

It fell off the metal frame with a clatter, and a puff of dust, to reveal the freakishly organic room beyond. It looked more like a melding of a beehive and some animal's den than the factory floor it was, and she met the first guardian head on. A massive beetle, almost seven foot and bipedal, looking like a parody of... well, nature itself. The first flare of her rifle had flechettes skipping off navy blue shell, burst after burst as the thing lumbered after her back down the hall. The little needle-shots deflected off for the most part, the occasional sinking in between the plates of chitin.

The chamber clacked empty. Dropping the gun, and clicking the compartments in her thighs open she drew the next weapon of choice. A pair of revolvers, loaded with shotgun shells, but in this case the normal pellets are replaced with diamond shards. Turning, and rolling under it's outstretched pincers, gaining her feet and batting the smaller clawed arms on it's torso, she unloaded both pistols in a short span, into the bottom of it's chin, snapping the head back, and then breaking the neck and it's exoskeletal guard entirely. It wasn't quite accepting of the death just yet, and Elle had to drop back onto her knees in order to avoid a fatal hug, and then sweeping her foot across to topple it's ankles. It was like hitting a brick wall, but the freak still fell over, and with a smile visible only to herself inside that helmet, she climbed onto it's back, and blew what was left of it's life all over the floor.

I hope there isn't another one. She sighed to herself.

Yes! Thank God, we finally have girls on this site!

But, anyway, your app looks pretty good. But an admin has to look at it first.

How many "clones" can you make at once? If this "clone" returns to you, do you get a life back or can you only ever make 8 copies in a lifetime? I need to know because 1 EP for cloning seems a bit under what it should be.

She can have the full 8 "clones" at once, but it's not something they can undo, once split they each have thier own life. And yeah, only 8 over her entire lifetime, a bit of additional notation I should've thought of at the time to include is that it takes 2-5 minutes, and isn't always a choice to do, since it can be caused by being emotionally torn between choices.

With such a dramatic draw back I'd say all 8 clones is 2 points, just because is she can hide herself from a fight long enough she's got an entirely new combatant to help her out.

Changes done. And hunted down some of her fanservice drawings.

Fanservice drawings make me happy!

I just realized that she is holding papers that happen to say "porn". Anyway, approved.

Awesome.