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Gaia name: Kara * Zone
Role Playing Name: Mirinna Moore
Character Age: 22
Alias (if any): Femme Fatal
Character Gender: Female
Job/Status: Assassin for The Company
Power (If Any): Probability Manipulation: Ability to alter probability, causing unlikely things to happen or likely things to not happen.

History: Living in a war stricken country, it wasn't before long that her family was killed, execution style right before her very eyes. By some luck of fate she was spared. This however was the turning point in her life when her powers appeared unbeknown to her, as she ran for her life. Days later her suffered a nervous-mental brake down as she watched a village being destroyed, hell bent on doing something about it she took to arms the first time of her life and blindly fired upon occupiers and civilians alike. When she opened her eyes she found not a single civilian had been harmed by her rage but all of her opponents had been destroyed.

For the first time she felt the power of action, and what it could have on the world. It wasn't before long she was found by a Company Sleeper Agent who immediately sent her to the US for training. From there she became The Company's top assassin.

Appearance: Like this
Other: Her mental brake down caused her to become withdrawn, and unemotional when it comes to horrific acts of violence. She is a highly trained and skilled combatant; she is able to kill dozens of heavily armed opponents during a single encounter, and she does so with little emotion or remorse. Mirinna is very taciturn, rarely uttering more than five words at a time, this is partly due to her limited speech in English. Outwardly she appears like a normal, shy, quite girl, however she is darker and more complex, almost inhuman.

Sample Role Play:
"Do you have the target in sight?" a cold, distant, and soft voice male spoke to her from a microscopic radio ear piece.

"Yes." She answered, with an unknown accent in her voice, she was looking with fierce green eyes through the lenses in her rifle. It was a cold and wet night on the dark rooftop, and her leather armor did not protect much form the rain. Her body not shiver despite the cold, her body was a stone, a hard unemotionless being, that was programed with mission. Her current mission, was simple enough. Shoot and kill the the next governor of the state of Texas.

"Good," The soft voice commented, "Cancel him." he ordered.

Without a moments hesitation she pulled back the trigger firing a single shot directly at the person's head who fell to the ground, blood trickling out of a small hole. With in seconds her rifle was immediately packed back up in it's case as she simultaneously changed out of her armor into a reporter's disguise, calmly she walked down the stairs and waited out side for her ride to pick her up. With in less then a minute months of planning had gone down flawlessly, all thanks to the the woman known as Mirinna.