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Gambit's BarPhinx Munroe
Former gang member turned enforcer within the Invictus. She has recently taken Kazen Horne's place in the organization as second-in-command.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Saarai
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Description
Real Name: Mary Lynn Munroe.
Age: 26.
Birth Date: March 18, 1985.
Zodiac: Pisces. (The Fish)
Gender: Female.
Height: 5'10.
Weight: 116 lbs.
Race: American. Jamaican/Peruvian.
Species: Unknown. Assumed Human.
Occupation: Mercenary/Mechanic.
Place of Birth: North Hollywood, Los Angeles, California.
Hometown: Watts, Los Angeles, California.
Status:
- Military: No service records.
- Multiversal: Relatively unknown.
Marital Status:
- Current: Single.
- Prior: N/A.
Hobbies: Tuning muscle cars, bare-knuckle boxing.
Affiliations:
- Current: The Invictus.
- Prior: The L.A. Crips.
Alignment: Loyal to the Invictus and herself.
Weapons:
- A black Glock 17 .45
- A metallic whip, usually disguised as a purple bandanna hanging from her back left pocket.
Other Noted Training:
- Western boxing.
- Kyokushin.
- Kick-boxing.
Equipment:
- Light body armor made from an unknown nearly indestructible alloy.
- A small earpiece used as a communication device.
Mentors:
- Kroger Haggai.
Appearance: Phinx is best known wearing the colors purple and black and for her punk-rock style of dress. She also is tall for a female, not strikingly tall, but up there. Her body is shapely due to keeping up with her martial arts and her hair is about 80% dyed purple. Phinx is one that you will hear coming, either because she's spewing curse words or because of the many metal chains that usually hang off her attire. Tattooed on Phinx' right bicep is the upside down "Jumpman" logo of the shoe known as Jordan's, "ECG" is tattooed right under it.
Psychological Evaluation: Ms. Munroe is very normal for the most part. She seems to have a few rage issues, but these can be eliminated by a few sessions with a therapist.
Physical Evaluation: Ms. Munroe is in great shape, better than we thought with her smoking habits and eating habits. This may be due to her exercise and the technological advances of her home realm.
Abilities:
On Crip: With this ability, Phinx pulls her bandanna from her back pocket and uses it as if it was a whip. The cloth becomes very sharp and piercing when it comes into contact with others for reasons unknown, and grows to lengths of up to 21 feet.
Who Run This: This attack is one of Phinx' best offensive abilities, with this attack she pounces an enemy, pressing her feet against their chests or any other part of their body. She then proceeds to stomp and run across them, crushing them, their bones, and anything squishy.
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Phinx' armor is made from an unknown alloy that has made it more than capable to withstand all types of damage, and her weapons were made of the same alloy, as are the bullets. Within the tips of the bullets was this lightly glowing highly acidic and highly toxic teal liquid. When the bullets come into contact with a person the tips of the bullets explode in a sense, sending the teal liquid out to burn the flesh and bone completely, also infecting the wound with it's toxic properties within minutes.
Her whip utilizes the same metal, though it's amazingly flexible.
Phinx Munroe's Story
Phinx Munroe practically kicks down the front entrance and then flies into the bar, in a metaphoric way, that is. As usual the woman was dressed in her purple skirt, black tanktop, and purple boots, sporting an equally as purple bandana around her left wrist. She wasted very little time in heading to the counter and grabbing a seat.
Phinx Munroe looks over at Ayako and raises an eyebrow, "You talk in that made up language Boss uses. That's a bad habit." The woman nodded her head as if all she said was divine. Which, it obviously wasn't. "Should learn english, not engrish, by the way. English."
Phinx Munroe nodded her head, "Yeah, lady, made up. I don't understand it and it ain't English, so it must be made up." Phinx told the woman, "Meh, I'll leave you alone. Not trying to meet any more japs and gooks. No offense." Phinx said with a chuckle, "I'm jokin', I ain't dat' racist. Unless you're whitey."
Phinx Munroe places her hands to her ears, her gace twisting in anguish at the butchering of her native tongue. "Aw... damn. That hurts, for real." Phinx said, "I think I'm going to need to teach you some english, it'd help you communicate better with the fucks around here, alright?" Phinx asked, slipping a hand into her belt and grabbing what appeared to be a cigar. It wasn't....
Phinx Munroe postponed lighting up her "cigar" and just stared at Ayako. "Whaaaaaaat?" The young woman asked, "I'm not going to say yes while I speak to you. I don't want to end up falling for some kind of marriage ritual so you can take me to... Vietnam to be your sex slave on a poppy farm."
Phinx Munroe smiled bright at that, the smile was somewhat menacing and creepy. A perverted creepy, at that. "Ah! There we go. You're in Wing City, this place is full of freaks like me and freaks that arent't like me." Phinx told Ayako, "Now that you can talk to me. What's your name?"
Phinx Munroe placed her "cigar" down on the bar counter and then began to rock back and forth on her stool. "You can call me Phinx. It's pronounced Feenks, by the way, Miss." She said, pulling a lighter from into of her shirt before taking hold of her "cigar" and lighting it up. An odd smelling aroma filling the air around her as she took a puff or two.
Phinx Munroe shook her head, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the counter. "None, I'm muscle, not brains. Wish I could help you out, really." Phinx told Ayako, "I may know some people though that can help you out. Maybe, not too sure if they'd be willing to help."
Phinx Munroe pointed at her own head. "If I wasn't so average up here, maybe below average, I'd try harder to help you. Sadly, I ain't got the tools needed to go to college."
Phinx Munroe nodded her head and soon stood up and headed for the exit as well. "Yeah, I need to get on out of here. I have to sleep."
Phinx Munroe decided that today, she wouldn't follow Doryn's example and kick the front door in. No, today she was going to be different, mostly because she was very drunk and very high. What better way to enter a bar when you're Phinx and you're intoxicated like that? "Where are the bitches?!" The woman shouted as she stumbled into Gambit's bar from the side alley, a 12-gauge shotgun in one hand and 40 ounce the other. "Who's holding?" The woman than asked, one-handedly pumping the shotgun.
Phinx Munroe looks around at everything going on, finally noticing. Finally. "Whoa... who do I shoot?!" The woman asked, still flying higher than a G-5 jet and drunker than your abusive step-father. Haha, your dad hits you. Anyways... Phinx would raise her shotgun at Kravek, "What does that mean? I'm not about to get zapped with flashy lightning bolts today!"
Phinx Munroe raises an eyebrow, taking a long swig from her bottle. "What...?" She asked, obviously very confused. Very confused. As Kravaek left the bar she would absently swing her weapon around at the others around her. Contemplating shooting someone 'accidently' and then leaving. She examined everyone in the bar, soon placing her drink down on the floor where it would be safe before standing up straight. "Hmm... can someone tell me what's going on so far?"
...
Phinx Munroe would bash the front doors open, not literally of course, and step inside. As usual, she had a lit cigarette in her mouth. She wore a pair of tight black jeans and small blue tank top that didn't hide her midriff as usual. The Invictus enforcer could be seen with a black pistol tucked into her belt-strap and a blue bandanna hanging out of her back left pocket. She took the time to look around, "A little empty... but... s'all good." She said to herself, flicking the cigarette off in some random direction. Let's hope it doesn't start a fire!
Phinx Munroe would slide into the room, five Invictus enforcers following close behind her. All armed with AK-47 assault rifles, wearing Invictus made vests, and all looking ready to do some damage. Phinx herself, she carried a sawn-off shotgun, was dressed in purple and black clothing, including a black Invictus made vest. She stood near the doorway with a cigarette hanging from her mouth, soon spitting it out and putting it out with her purple-laced boots. "They ain't here." She said to the other Enforcers.
Phinx Munroe began to move away from the front door for a moment as not to block the exit, she then turned her gaze on Aiyanna. "Yeah, right, whatever." Phinx said, turning her attention back on the rest of the bar. "We can't do much anyways when the targets aren't here, and my job ain't to care nor know your name. Go... do whatever, Cuz." Phinx said to Aiyanna, "Not meaning to sound rude..."
Phinx Munroe looks to the other Enforces and offers them a few nods, the sounds of their weapons being readied echoing throughout the bar. "I'm about to shoot something." One of them said, "I ain't shot a nigga all day today." Phinx said with a quiet groan, "We need to start a fight. Let's pick someone easy and just stomp em' out." Phinx suggested, "Nah... we'd get in trouble, besides, I don't like prison."
Phinx Munroe and the Enforcers pushed the front doors to the bar open, Phinx stood at the forefront of seven men and women with heavily modified AK-47s. The guns were made to tear through the toughest metals, the tips filled with a corrosive teal liquid. Phinx and her Enforcers were dressed in Invictus made battle vests and other gear. They were ready for a fight. Phinx looked towards Oblivion and then smiled that oh-so-evil smile of her's, she then grabbed the purple bandanna that hung from her back pocket. In a quick motion, she was swinging it at the man like a whip, the cloth extending to a greater length and taking up a more metallic property right there in front of everyone. But doing so quickly, probably going unnoticed until the last minute.
Phinx Munroe waved a hand barely as she felt her throat being gripped by her opponent, at this gesture, the Enforcers raised their weapons and began to fire concentrated bursts of bullets at Oblivion. His sorcery, of sorts, not working on them. They began to spread out away from each other, though still making sure they were at least arms length from the others.
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