Description
Standing in front of the mirror Monique glared at her reflection. "Lewis! Help!" she screamed. The door crashed open and he stumbled in over Moniques school bag. Monique squeeked at causing her crush's sudden demize. Her grumpy deamer flaked around the edges then giggles bubbled forth, giving her a glow in the morning sunshine from the window.
"It wasn't an emergency.. Was it, Nicole?" Monique winced at her alias and shuffled her feet while Lewis regained her feet. "Nic, you're going to be be late for class, so hurry up," Lewis stopped at the bedroom door, "Monique?"
"Yea'?"
"Haappy birthday."
Monique turned back to the free-stand mirror smiling. She stood 5'8 with a straight back and gave a little twirl. "Why can't he have a fav colour?" Monique's reflected started pouting at her. "The green top's softer," she decided against the red tank top. Her shoulder length blonde hair brushed her shoulders. "Good enough" and with that she ran down the stairs in her fadded blue jeans and forest greej bag.
N.I.C.__name: Niq/Harvey,Monique
D.O.B.__age: 2020/ 16
S.E.X.__gender: Hetrosexual/ Girl
P.W.R.__ability: Prodigy/ Precog
C.P.T.__escape: 2029/ 2036
L.B.S.__height: 103 lbs/ 5'8"
G.P.A.__education: 4.3/ YR 1 college
H.R.O.__choice: Lewis/ Mythos
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Personality
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Equipment
Equipment: Fake I.D. with the name Nic Adams, an 18 year old college student.
Forest green shoulder bag with a buckle strap, contains: 4 grenades & 9 lbs of C4.
Saint Peter's cross, silver. A present from Lewis.
1 black sharpie, keys (house & other), toiletries.
Forest green long sleeve shirt with buttons at the neckline, whool.
Fadded black jeans, tight fit.
Black running shoes.
Yellow raincoat, big hood.
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History
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