As a Special, Morrow shouldn't be here -- but she has a mission. Do not compromise the mission. We wouldn't want an accident.
A Special: A Surgically enhanced savage. Their nanomachine's work different than most people on the planet Klendathu, they can think for themselves. The only thing that matters to them is the Mission, and the endless stream of surgery designed to make them more hideous and savage.
Besides of being medium/average height at 5'5, there is nothing mundane about this person. Her angular face is dominated by a set of large silver blue eyes. The sockets that hold the orbs are large, the corners slightly tilted giving her a lupine look. The lines of her face are bold, twisting what could be strikingly beautiful (although she is) into a savage mockery. Her nose is pert. a bit long for her face. Her lips are full and plump, a dark pink color set on her face above a narrow chin, giving her entire face an almost cruel look to it. Her body is 'average', at about 5'5 with a lean build and a curved spine Morrow was built (literally!) to be an enforcer for her planet.
Her entire body is lean, filled with muscles that she uses along with the nanomachines. Her pale skin holds slight earthy tones, almost like a tan but not dark enough to be called so. Inky black strands, fall in soft waves down her curved back. The thick strands are complexly intertwined with red and silver, making it so that her hair is tricolored. She holds herself arrogantly, with her head tilted upwards, as if she were better than everyone, as if she were dangerous and she was. Her body, nearly perfectly proportionality with a moderate size chest, (somewhere in a high B, low C), and narrow hips, the bones jutting out slightly.
Perhaps the most striking thing about the Special, besides her age appearance (which was a youth of around 18 or so), was the pulsating, fluxuating black tattoo on her right cheek. The tattoo generally was in the shape of a serpent, coiled around a sword that went from the corner of her eye, to the corner of her lips. The tattoo moves with the beat of her heart, and can writhe and move, the Serpent flicking it's tongue out. In most ways the tattoo almost seems to be alive, the emerald that shows where the eye would be winking and spitting out spark, different colors depending on the emotions.
(( I don't own the pictures I used, they are the property of their Owners.))
Arrogance seems to be integrated into this Special's DNA Code. Her holier-than-thou attitude has been known to piss other people off but no one, save idiots, mess with the specials. (And no one on her home planet, Klendathu, fuck with them either.) Morrow works on the fact that she is untouchable, unharmed. She's stronger than most, faster than most, and is beautiful. Nothing can damage this being's self-confidence and worth. She walks with a swagger, and has a tendency to smirk at people. Generally she doesn't choose to talk, but that doesn't mean that she can't. She is an Enigma, or so she attempts to show people.
Morrow enjoys the imperfect nature, though, and can be found any time that she is not working on her mission (and sometimes when she is working on her mission), enjoying the imperfect perfection. On her planet, everything is controlled by the Committee, and nature has lost it's appeal. There is no longer anything beautiful after you get your first surgery. Nothing Ugly, except those who've yet to be operated on.
The Clothing she has on her back;
((Not Mine.))
Morrow was recruited the moment she turned sixteen, the day after she had her first operation. So, she was actually 16 and a day-- but that's not what mattered. Everyone knew about the Specials on her home planet. They where what made sure that the Uglies did not sneak in and mess with the Pretties. They where what kept the people who had tried to escape, who had rejected the nanomachines in favor of a hard life that would end up destroying their home. They where more beautiful than most of the other Pretties, and they always knew what was happening. She couldn't believe it, they wanted her. But it shouldn't have been a shock. The surgeons who were supposed to make her look so beautiful, get rid of her imperfections, had not followed the plan that she had made over the last several years.
Four years had passed before Morrow had gotten one of the worst tasks. She was to be sent from her planet in search of a machine that could tell the future! At first, Morrow did not want to go, but she couldn't say no. It was not allowed, a Special was just a sort of solider, anyway. Now, she's..Well, she's here. And she's searching for the person. All she knows of the being whom she needs is that it's a Machine, and it goes by [O]Megan.
((More shall be added as the Roleplay, or as she is roleplayed.))
Abilities:
Nanomachines: Functions/explanations.
The nanites flow through the bloodstream, serving to enter the brain and inhibit the priority system of neural transitions. they flow through the blood, and when they meet the coagulation of blood when the blood is exposed to air, they begin their pulsation. The pulsation is frequencies to magnify the mitosis systems of the nearby cells (in measure of picometers) to make new stem cells, which will replace the missing muscle/bone tissue and the blood cells. The coagulant of the blood cells hitting the air also activates the nanites sealant factor. The nanites cling together, making a mesh across the abrasion in the dermis to create a thin seal over the lacerated area. The nanites flake off as the dried blood flakes off, leaving the healed new flesh after an hour or so.
The foul-mouthed woman stalked into this establishment, her cruel stone-colored optics glaring about, thin lips twisted into a grimace. The woman's fingers, twisted into talons, gripped at the electrically charged metal chain that wrapped about her torso, ending in two small knives known as kunai's. Red strands of hair slapped at her face, the ragged ends a dark slash against high, savage cheekbones. ;::Where in the fuck?
The voice that escaped the girls throat was husky, torn from the depths of her body. It was clear by those words, the tone and shape of the foreign letters, that she did not speak often - and did not feel comfortable with the words that her lips formed. ;::"Where Am I?"