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Just keep your distance for the time being, Emily. You don’t have to make this a quicky. Rushing never did well for your accuracy anyway.
For this particular hit, she’d neglected to bring her Standard Assault battle regalia, the heavy tank she often wore in-travel. Coming to Wing City meant having to blend in, even if she did see a unique assortment of characters who stuck out far worse than she would have with her faceplates and MK3’s hanging off of her hips. Tonight she was dressed down, her black, form-fitting sparring uniform covering her from her neck to her toes. Leather-soled boots disguised her footsteps as she pursued the space pirate, her garb keeping her all but invisible in the long shadows of the buildings she passed.
Her right hand rested on the handle of her favored weapon, the M41A Pulse Rifle, which sat in a holster on her right hip. Sensitive fingertips probed the safety before she lifted the weapon from its cradle, aiming towards the ground and sticking to the shadows as she watched the pirate take a turn down a dark alley.
Heh, she knew that trick.
Whipping out a view-finder from a pocket in the holster, she fixed it to her right eye, the red film giving her a better sense of vision in the near-darkness. But she wouldn’t stand at the head of the alley like a foolish rookie. No. She’d go up first.
So, she backpedaled, ducking down the alley ahead of the one Drake had disappeared down, and began to silently ascend the fire escape there.
Emily Yurik
Your standard space pirate turned bounty hunter
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FizzGig
Last seen at: Terra
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Description
Name: Emily Rose Yurik
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 140 pounds
Hair color: Light blonde, straight, hangs to mid-back
Eye color: grey
Skin color: Lightly tanned, smooth, some scattered freckling.
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Distinguishing features/marks: Tribal tattoo on her right arm, and down the length of her right side.
Disabilities/Disfigurements: Multiple scars along her arms and back
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 140 pounds
Hair color: Light blonde, straight, hangs to mid-back
Eye color: grey
Skin color: Lightly tanned, smooth, some scattered freckling.
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Distinguishing features/marks: Tribal tattoo on her right arm, and down the length of her right side.
Disabilities/Disfigurements: Multiple scars along her arms and back
Personality
For Emily, life comes in two phases, the phase where you are being chased, and the phase where you are the one chasing.
At this point in her life, she's currently experiencing both.
Emily has, and always will be, a loner. She works well in teams, but only if it works to better her own personal goals and needs. She's a good leader, accustomed to giving orders, and is very good at keeping a lid on her emotions. She is a distant woman, able to detach herself from situations that require her absolute focus and attention, and is extremely competetive.
Overall, the woman is quiet. What isn't said can't be used against you, but if she's pissed off or drunk, then you can bet she's going to be wordy and mouthy like the born and bred pirate she is.
Equipment
M41A 10-mm Pulse Rifle : These rapid fire guns are the norm for the Colonial Marines during their missions. The occasion is rare when a Marine does not carry one of these into battle. This gun is rapid fire and holds 99 M309 rounds per magazine. It becomes very easy to run out of ammunition when using these.
M4A3 9-mm Pistol : A rather aged weapon used often and carried by all Marines, the M4A3 is mainly used against human targets or aliens without a hard exoskeletal armor. The range is approximately 1500 meters, but its maximum effective range is 50 meters.
History
Emily was born into the business of pirating, and since her parents worked for hire, she was able to see and experience many different places and cultures. They were never overtly wealthy, but the family was comfortable, all the way up until the point where her parents were caught and executed due to their crimes.
Emily continued working in their stead, pirating for her own selfish purposes and rarely acquiring a steady crew. She spent five years in the business before a certain pirate marauded her on an abandoned space station, during which she decided she'd like to take a crack at bounty hunting.
After all, Revenge could be far sweeter than any monetary reward.
Emily Yurik's Story
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She ran to the edge of the building on silent footsteps, pausing to glance over the edge and down at her quarry. He was completely unaware of her, just as she’d hoped. She’d be able to continue as planned. So, when he had exited the alleyway, she went ahead and sat on the edge of the building, scooting herself up to the furthest point she could without going over the edge, and then, with a quiet exhale, pushed herself over the side.
The thirty-food drop would have broken a normal man’s ankles, but her suit, and the soles of her boots, were reinforced with shock-absorbing material that was better suited for heavy sparring blows. There was a light ‘clop’ as she landed behind a stack of garbage cans, keeping low in case Drake had happened to hear her.
The thirty-food drop would have broken a normal man’s ankles, but her suit, and the soles of her boots, were reinforced with shock-absorbing material that was better suited for heavy sparring blows. There was a light ‘clop’ as she landed behind a stack of garbage cans, keeping low in case Drake had happened to hear her.
She didn’t shoot to kill. She’d shot to get his attention. And guess what? It worked.
Stepping out of the shadows, with her pulse rifle trained on his chest, the light of the streetlamp brought one’s attention to her crown of blonde hair, the only bright point on her body. Grey eyes stared out of a battle-hardened face, belying her clearly feminine features, and as she approached, she didn’t deviate from her original goal. She wasn’t going to speak. She was merely going to shoot. She hardly cared if this man thought she was dishonorable.
As if he could talk.
But his features became clearer, and she found herself hesitating, brow knitting slightly as her head tilted minutely to the right. Though her finger never left the trigger, she didn’t seem so dead-set on shooting him.
Mm, bugger. She knew this fellow.
“I’m not a career hitman,” she said pointedly, her acidic gaze narrowing slightly. This, of course, was meant to negate her unprofessional, underhanded approach. “This is more of a hobby. Why didn’t you attempt shooting at me before. You knew I was here.”
Stepping out of the shadows, with her pulse rifle trained on his chest, the light of the streetlamp brought one’s attention to her crown of blonde hair, the only bright point on her body. Grey eyes stared out of a battle-hardened face, belying her clearly feminine features, and as she approached, she didn’t deviate from her original goal. She wasn’t going to speak. She was merely going to shoot. She hardly cared if this man thought she was dishonorable.
As if he could talk.
But his features became clearer, and she found herself hesitating, brow knitting slightly as her head tilted minutely to the right. Though her finger never left the trigger, she didn’t seem so dead-set on shooting him.
Mm, bugger. She knew this fellow.
“I’m not a career hitman,” she said pointedly, her acidic gaze narrowing slightly. This, of course, was meant to negate her unprofessional, underhanded approach. “This is more of a hobby. Why didn’t you attempt shooting at me before. You knew I was here.”
“I’m only going to tell you this once.” She said, her hand never wavering as she met his eyes. “Turn around and leave. Don’t ask questions, don’t turn back around. I’m not all that interested in killing you today, but if you continue to run your mouth I might change my mind.” She took a step back, but didn’t lower her weapon.
Regardless of what she was hired to do, she didn’t like the idea of killing another pirate. She didn’t like the idea of being paid to kill another pirate. Those sorts of things should be done spontaneously, in the heat of battle, and not in some cat and mouse game of chase.
Then there was the man who hired her. He seemed to take an unusually cruel interest in Drake, and for whatever reason that had put the woman on edge.
Regardless of what she was hired to do, she didn’t like the idea of killing another pirate. She didn’t like the idea of being paid to kill another pirate. Those sorts of things should be done spontaneously, in the heat of battle, and not in some cat and mouse game of chase.
Then there was the man who hired her. He seemed to take an unusually cruel interest in Drake, and for whatever reason that had put the woman on edge.
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