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Name: Ambrosia Coven is her full and given name, but she goes by Amber for the most part.
Age: Twenty-seven years
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Amber takes after her mother for the most part and is a tall and well built woman. Standing at 5"9 she's one hundred and forty pounds. She stands with broad shoulders and muscled arms. Her legs are toned and well akin to exercise. Her skin is slightly tanned and naturally so, making her appear somewhat Hispanic. Amber's eyes are a dark brown though she often wears contacts to make them appear lighter. Her lips are naturally a vibrant red and her hair is long, thick and dark brown almost black. It's naturally wavy though not overly curly. It reaches midway down her back and is often pulled back into a messy bun when she's on duty. When she's off-duty she wears skinny jeans, and plain t-shirts, basic running shoes or sweaters with longer sleeves. She has a tendency to keep her hair loose when she's not on the job and can often be found fiddling with mechanical objects, taking them apart and putting them back together. It's not uncommon to find her with grease on her cheek or under her nails.

Type: New-Type.
God Arc: Sniper/Blade
Unit: Suppression

Personality:
Amber is not the girly girl some would expect her to be given her looks. While she maintains her appearance she's not afraid to get down and dirty. She's kind to those she knows well but often tests any newcomers in her life. She can be a hardass on anyone younger than her, especially teenagers. When it comes to her elders she respects them, for the most part. She's a bit of a hot head and the hold she has on her temper truly differs with her mood. She can be extremely brutal on a battle field and witty with words. Her mind is always at attention. She's often very likely to pick up on the little details. Her memory tends to pick up more than she lets on and it's easy for her to remember sequences and faces. Amber is, at the same time, an actress. If she needs to seduce a man to get somewhere she's very capable of trying to. Whether or not he falls for it is left with him. She's a mechanical person. Math and trigonometry come easy to her. This ability, paired with her attention to detail, makes using a sniping weapon a strength of hers. She loves to take apart mechanical objects and put them back together, and at the same time build engines or clean weapons. She has an eye for antique guns from the twenty-first century. They amuse her. With this comes a respect for the past and where they've been led as a people. She feels patriotic in her duties and wouldn't dare catch herself being a housewife. It simply isn't her. Being efficient and methodical is her thing. While she may act on impulse when her temper breaks it's always in a logical way. If a man upsets her, she'll throw an uppercut into his jaw. The punch is a well calculated one. If there's one thing she hates it's when people go overboard. When a person or creature is dead it's dead, no need to mutilate them.

Likes:
- Antique weapons
- Engines
- Hand to hand combat
- Showers
- Thunderstorms
- Exercise
- Her duties
- Men
- Dogs

Dislikes:
- Kids
- Make-up
- Protestors
- Riots
- Jewelery
- Cats
- Shopping
- Flesh wounds
- Overkill

Example Post:
She was tired. The exhaustion seemed to hit her like a truck and repeatedly. It had been a rough day, without question and now she was home. The apartment was small and isolated. It was a one bedroom with make-shift walls made out of screens. She passed through to where she slept and collapsed onto the small mattress on the floor. Her face met a pillow and immediately her lungs exhaled a deep breath. Her hands slowly moved up to under her head, feeling the coolness of her cotton sheets. Her face was flush and her mind continued to run in different directions. When she closed her eyes she could still see them all; the aragami. They seemed to morph in front of her very eyes. As a child she had never seen one, only known that they existed and needed to continuously be destroyed. She'd been one of the lucky ones until she was a teenager, and been an idiot. Her parents had let her go out with a guy on a date, a rather large meat-head. Now that she reflected on it, she found herself feeling incredibly stupid. His name had been Jared, and he'd wanted nothing but to impress her. He boasted his ability to fight the aragami, that he'd been sought out by Fenrir itself. When they'd found a minor sized beast he'd been slaughtered. Amber had only just been saved by a suppression team. They'd taken her into their headquarters to be cleaned up and questioned about her date. It was then they'd found she was capable of being one of them, one of the god eaters. Without a question she was to become part of them. By the time she was eighteen she was able to fully enlist and train.

Now she was twenty-seven and she'd spent ten years with the corporation. She had gown in maturity, mentality and physically. Where she was headed she wasn't sure. Every day it seemed the aragami continued to come back. They were changing again, adapting to what Fenrir had been able to put out. Humanity was being slaughtered. She had to wonder some days if this was God's wrath. The Christian faith had held itself together in some ways, adapted into wild sects in others. Her mother had been one of the fence-sitters when it came to the existence of a deity. Now she felt the same. Amber couldn't doubt that humanity had done terrible things. She knew her history well. But whether or not they deserved this slow eradication was another story.

Rolling onto her back she settled herself into the mess of blankets on her bed. Her body still ached. With each heart beat her head pounded, as did her feet. Her ankle was sore, more than anything else. By accident she'd twisted it. Stupid beast had come at her in a way she hadn't predicted. Forced to improvise her movements she'd stepped back too quickly and knocked into a new trainee. The thing had gotten a good swipe at her arm as well. Remembering the wound she lifted her left arm towards her, looking down at the thick of her forearm. A short trail of three claw marks had gotten through her armor into her skin. It stung as she focused on it. She knew she didn't need stitches but it was bound to make a mess next time they were called out. She needed to at least cover it, which required her first aid kit which was conveniently in her bathroom.

Groaning with pain Amber sat up, shifting her weight into her pelvis to help her gain the momentum to stand. It was at that moment the bracelet on her left hand hissed and she stared down at it, clenching her hand into a fist as she felt a cool feeling spread through her fingers. The bias factor brought some comfort to where she was in pain, but little. Sighing she moved onward and across the small space. It took her all of five steps to reach her medicine cabinet, inside which she was able to find an ace bandage and some disinfectant. Truly the medical team would have at her next time they saw her for fixing herself up. It was only in her nature to do so though.

Moving into the kitchen where there was better light she set to washing the small series of cuts and wiping it down before she covered it. As she finished, biting into the bandage to rip it, her cell phone suddenly flashed. As it vibrantly buzzed on the counter she knew her time alone was up. It was back to the team. Something else was causing trouble.

Ambrosia Coven's Story