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Name:Tildy Bedwyr
Age:20
Sex:Female
Race:Mutant
Time on Mars:0
Applying to be one of the six newcomers to Mars? Yes please!
Appearance: She has deep red hair, that blows about madly when she gets excited often covering her dark green eyes. She has a pretty face that often looks hard when she's working, prone to excitement she often had a huge grin; smiling to the whole world, this is even more prominent when she is fighting for she takes such joy in it. She has a tall frame standing at 6 ft 7 which is not unusual for her kind (mutant rather than human). She is built out of willowy hard muscle and had great flexibility from her training.
Clothing: She loves bright colours and often goes for eye catching but hard wearing and breathable clothes. Most of the time she sticks to baggy clothing that shows off her midriff which is almost always bare.
Ability: Can assimilate metal into her body, for instants the tattoo she bares has small metal plates that can connect to distribute a blow to that part of the body, spreading the pain.

Personality

She was once a lively and happy person, she had fallen in and out of love in the laboratory she had called home and was content there. Being brought up in the Organic facility it was unlike the other laboratories; in that testing of the blood and transfusions to make them right were very common but never involved anything unnatural. Instead, they were given chemicals that came straight from plants and animals that there hyper tuned bodies then used to their best. She was one of the battalion, trained in heavy artillery and was utterly proud of the idea of protecting the country; protecting the humans. She is a proud, loud and generally happy person, or she was at home. Now she is stern and dark, preferring violence and hard words to kindness and reason.

Equipment

Weapons: A sub-machine gun that is slung over her shoulder on a heavy leather shoulder strap. A small short sword on her hip that's tipped with silver to keep the cuts pure and clean.
Belongings: Junk clothing that is wrapped into her pack. At the bottom of her pack are three ammunition belts loaded with heavy calibre bullets. A red silk tie that is warn and much touched. A sprig of thyme and rosemary that os dried and the only thing of her old world, given to her by the organic company for luck.

History

She was born rather rarely from a woman but not a mother, made in a test tube then implanted. The organics company wanted to see how they could make the perfect humans in the most human and organic way, so they had created 10 in their secret labs; 10 secrets from the government and the world. She had lived with great happiness, working hard and playing just the same; though social interaction was kept to a minimum with other occupants. She fell in love with her handler at the age of 15 and did her utmost in all her work to gain his trust and kindness. As soon as they realised her affections he was removed and she never saw him again. The loss caused her to become more reactive, outgoing and very loud, dressing more and more to be noticed than fit in.
At the age of 18 she took to secret self harm, wanting more than anything to get out of the cage she had become to realise she lived in. One night she brought out her hidden blade and cut it into her flesh, but rather than blood and freedom from her world the blade sank into her flesh never piercing but becoming a part of her. Over the next few weeks she resumed her hard working attitude, trying to gain the final marks that made her a perfect being. She would get her tattoo, show them that they could be made the way they were supposed to be and go out into the world. Before it came to the final day she implanted flat silver under her flesh, taking it from he labs and using it to protect herself; unfortunately it all went wrong, they needed to re touch one of her older marks. She remembered looking into the eyes of the man who had looked after her for 3 years, he had cared for her every need; horror and disdain was all he showed her. The very next day she was sent off to the government, showing their failings for fear of their monstrosity getting lose.
She sat on the spaceship, slowly sliding the metal through her flesh and watched her world as it left her' cold and alone.

Tildy Bedwyr's Story