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| Morgan Macaskill; Pierrot | |
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| Turante | Apr 27 2013, 03:13 PM Post #1 |
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Gun Moll with Legs that Just Keep...
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Name: Morgan Macaskill Alias: Pierrot Physical Description: Morgan is a petite, blue-eyed blond. She has a sculpted physique from years of training. To the passer by she is anything but threatening. Her golden locks curl under her jawline to form a perfect bob and her bangs are cut straight across her brow. A pair of blue eyes see into your very soul. There is a sadness in them that never seems to fully disappear. As Pierrot she wears a black cat suit and a visor-less cap that hides her blond hair. She paints her face to resemble her namesake. White paint covers her face and she lines her eyes with black. She makes her lips a black heart and she draws a teardrop rolling down her cheek. Background: Love lost is one of the oldest stories in the book. But just because it has happened to others doesn't make it sting any less. Morgan loved Evan. She loved with him with her whole heart. She could have never dreamed of loosing him. But that fateful day on the broken streets of Colossal heroes, she lost her love. It had been meaningless, a stray bullet from a battle that wasn't his. To say the scene haunted her would be an understatement. She lived the scene every night, in every idle moment, in every pause of life. A practicing catholic, she knew Juliet's choice was not one she could make. So instead, in an attempt to dig herself out of the dark of her mind, she strove to replace her own thoughts with music, books and whatever meaningless drivel they play on TV in the middle of the night. She never turned it off. She could feel herself becoming numb. She was slipping away and she didn't care, her own feelings being to painful to entertain. She would have wasted away the years but for the guy across the hall. The day he walked into her life, it was not out of kindness or pity but just to get her to turn off the noise. He pounded on the door at 2 a.m. when he'd had enough. He'd yelled, stomped, and generally scared the living daylights out of her. But it worked and she turned off the music and the TV. Jamie went back home and slept like a baby. The next morning however, the guilt got to him. The look on her face as he had figuratively pounded on his chest and roared at her caused his cereal to go soggy as he mixed it around in the bowl. Pulling a shirt on, he walked back across the hall and knocked so carefully he had to knock a second time. When she came to the door he really looked at her for the first time. He could tell she hadn't slept. In fact, it looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. He apologized and then found himself asking what has wrong. He didn't usually take the time to question people for anything not work related, but he noticed more gentle interrogation technique was necessary to get this girl to say anything. He learned just how far she had sunk and he felt bad for her. Maybe it was because she reminded him of his sister. Or maybe it was because she lived across the hall and had never given her a second thought. Over the next few weeks he was able to get her outside, then exercising, and finally hard training. The point was to give her anger and frustration an outlet, one he saw as healthy. He taught her how to fight, how to use a gun, and how to read people. With each day she felt less of a victim and more like force to be reckoned with. She still had trouble sleeping at night and had to physically wear herself out before she could get some shut eye. She often stayed out at night running until she was exhausted. It was a natural progression to intervening when she ran into someone in trouble. She never pulled her punches. Every man she came up against became the man who had pulled that fateful trigger. She sent more than one of them to the hospital. When a year had gone by she started donning a costume. She would slip into a black cat suit and tuck her hair into a black knit cap. She would then paint her face white, lined her eyes in thick black, gave herself heart shaped lips, and drew a teardrop rolling down her cheek. She called herself Pierrot. Skills, Abilities: Morgan is skilled with guns and knives. She is also a formidable opponent in hand to hand combat. She does not have a specific style of fighting but rather uses what she liked best of what Jamie taught her. She has a keen eye for reading people and discerning intentions. Skills: Knives - Excellent (+4) Unarmed Combat - Proficient (+3) Firearms - Skilled (+2) Gadgets - Skilled (+2) Reflexes - Decent (+1) agility - Decent (+1) Gadget 1-6: Cat Suit - Grants her protection equivalent to 1 level of invulnerability. Important Themes and Notes: She used to live in Colossal City. Continuity: Not really, although she could be. Do you wish for this character to become part of the CH continuity? Yes. If she seems like she would fit in somewhere, let me know. Edited by Turante, Oct 3 2013, 10:28 PM.
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