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Anya

A well known assassin who revels in challenge and intrigue.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Script, as played by Disdain

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A powerful family in Wing City.
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

Description

ImageName: Anya Herrik
Age: 24
Race: Human

Appearance: Anya is a beautiful woman, one has to be in her line of business - none of the Bond girls were ever 'handsome' or 'average' in appearance, were they? Her hair is fair blonde, and falls in neat and elegant tresses to the small of her back, around her bright blue eyes and smooth features. There is a constant sparkle in her eye that suggests she is up to no good, and for the most part - she isn't. Her build is slim and curvaceous, and she is of average height.

Personality: Anya is a light hearted person, with a good sense of humour about every situation. This can come across as a bit heartless when the situation she is joking about is death or something similarly morbid, and that is a quite good summary. Anya isn't entirely heartless, she has a definite soft spot for children and keeps her friends close, she is just so used to being around death, and dealing it, that it no longer registers very high on her radar.

Equipment: Anya's arsenal is widely varied, it is safe to assume that if it fires bullets then you can find it in her armoury. The following is her most commonly used weaponry, but it is not the only weaponry she uses.

  • A high powered, very high range sniper rifle. Equipped with heat-vision, motion-vision, and as many other forms of vision as you can name in the form of attachments. The bullets this weapon fires will go through thin walls unimpeded and brick walls with some deflection. Ammunition includes both armour piercing and shield disrupting rounds, as well as more specialised rounds if she knows her target's abilities in advance (e.g. anti-psionic rounds, ethereal-targeting rounds, etc.)
  • A prototype assault rifle equipped with a grenade launcher, an assisted targeting system, and a bayonet-style spike. Similarly, can be fired with varieties of ammo designed for the job at hand.
  • Electrical bindings designed to prevent magic-users accessing their power by continuously shocking them to prevent clear thought or focus. These can be thrown, using tracking technology to curve and slice through the air toward their target, or fired from a launcher enabling longer range, or even applied manually hand to hand.
  • An automatic shotgun.
  • Two high-calibre pistols.
  • Many combat knives.
  • EMPs
  • Anti-Magic pulse generator (acts like a dispel/silence)
  • Anti-Psychic pulse generator (cripples the mind of a psychic by assaulting it with intense pain and an overload of information)
  • Explosive charges
  • Grenades
  • Blinding light charges
  • Flame bombs (small on-contact devices that unleash a blast of flame)
  • Ice bombs (as above, but ice)
  • Smoke bombs
  • Pocket laser-cutter capable of slicing through steel.
  • Personal shielding technology (a layer of telekinetic shielding capable of stopping bullets and more, regenerates over time until the battery is drained)
  • Lockpicks
  • Tracker bugs
  • Memory stick containing hacking resources
  • Numerous poisons

The aforementioned armoury is concealed within a disused public toilet, within the third cubical from the entrance, underneath the toilet seat, is an access panel, and with the right key put in the toilet itself lifts up to reveal a staircase down into her underground base, complete with communications room, games room (with pool table), medical room and sleeping quarters, as well as a large sound system and a big TV.

When it comes to equipment for things other than killing, Anya isn't lacking, and from grappling hooks to smokescreens, night vision goggles to lockpicks, she has it all.

Bio: Anya was an orphan who grew up with the current WCPD chief and her sister. However, like the chief's sister and other best friend, Anya was drawn instead of into a life of upholding the law, a life of breaking it. After an early career as an unglamorous hit woman, her aptitude for the profession led into her becoming a freelancing assassin, who took out targets for huge sums of money. She then became involved with a demon hunter named Dante and ex-demon named Legion, after being hired to take Dante out, and instead ending up smitten with the roguish man. After a series of unlikely events, from a staged assassination, to an attempt by a mad scientist to wipe out Wing City's underworld, to a horde of demons attacking an opera house, she eventually lost contact with Dante, and returned to her life as an assassin - however, hardly lacking for funds, she now largely takes jobs based on the challenge and intrigue involved in them. She and Legion maintain irregular contact.

So begins...

Anya's Story

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Character Portrait: Anya Anya says,
 ((just to rile things up even more :P ))

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Character Portrait: Anya Anya says,
 (( fixed link ¬¬ ))

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Anya walked into the bar, smiling broadly - she'd had a good day so far, and an uneventful one. As soon as she entered, however, she doubted that would be the case much longer, she could smell a foul servant of Sauron, and it was plain that this one was already causing trouble. With one swift movement she took her bow out and pointed it at Luzba "Drop the weapon, Uruk scum." she hissed

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Anya had also, obviously, nocked an arrow.

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Anya laughed "Just in time to spoil your violent plans, eh? Such a shame for you, now I suggest you don't give me any more reason to shoot you than the smell, because to be honest I'm tempted to be done with you just for the offense that your odour is to sniff." she said scornfully, before glancing at Gilan "Can I help you?"

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Anya rolled her eyes "Done staring now? Good, I think your girlfriend is still recovering from that little puke episode I saw as I walked in, by the way." she said to Gilan, before turning to Motoko "Hey! It was just a warning, I wasn't actually going to shoot the thing. Don't get hasty." she muttered

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Anya sniffed derisively at Luzba, not deigning to grace the Uruk with any more attention, and lowered her bow, replacing it on her back and striding to the front of the bar "What do I have to do to get an ale around here?" she asked, already moving on from her earlier anger.

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Anya smiled to Motoko, "Gracious thanks, my friend. I apologise for my reaction to the Uruk, I merely saw her holding a blade to a fellow ranger, and reacted swiftly without thought for the surroundings." she said, taking the ale before lowering her voice so Gilan wouldn't hear "Though I fear I have attracted somewhat unwanted attentions..." she murmured

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Anya merely smiled slightly, otherwise paying no heed to the Uruk who was, as her races want, trying to spark more trouble. She was above that, thankfully, and sipped at her ale calmly.

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Anya nodded to Gilan "Quite alright, though I am surprised that you have not encountered many elves, they are commonplace at this establishment. Do tell me of these 'Arlan' rangers, I do not believe I have heard of them. I assume you are not from Middle Earth."

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Anya nodded "You may. What King do you serve? And from whence do you hail?" she asked, still pointedly ignoring the Uruk "I am an elf of Mirkwood, the distant cousin several times removed of the Prince Legolas. I've only actually ever met him once, to tell the truth."

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Anya nodded "Tell me of Araleun, of its people and lands. What sort of soldiers do you have, is the kingdom forested or upon plains, are your cities walled or open, what enemies do you have to fight against, is Duncan a good ruler? That kind of thing, feel free to elaborate beyond those points."

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Anya nodded slowly "Are these enemies human? Or of other races?" she asked, glancing at Luzba out of the corner of her eye, still keeping an eye on her and noticing her movement.

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Anya smiled to Luzba "Why nothing my lady, I was merely glancing your way by chance." she said, before nodding to Gilan "Humans are somewhat better foes than other races such as orcs, you can trust humans more and know what they can pull out of their sleeves." she said, before smiling to him "I do apologise, but I am not looking for a relationship, certainly not with a human - no offense meant, but the simple practicalities of my immortality as an elf make any such relationship doomed from the start."

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Anya pushes the door of the bar open and walks in, her hips swaying slightly as she walks, her heels clicking on the floor. Her long black dress had a dangerously low neckline, just high enough to be decent, and the slice taken out of the lower area revealed a lot more leg than most people would consider. In one hand she held a cigarette that she stubbed out on a table as she walked past, before approaching the bar itself "Why hello there, it's a bit early in the day to be drinking... but what the heck, I'll have a glass of white, please."

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Anya tapped her fingers on the bar counter impatiently "Excuse me. I believe I ordered a glass of white wine." she said, an edge of annoyance to her voice as she spoke, frowning slightly

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Anya nodded briskly "You might want to hire some new help..." she murmured with a smirk "With a tad more of the 'competence' factor." she added, laughing lightly as Neo dropped the drinks

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Anya raised her eyebrows as HellShine punched Neo, sipping from her wine and shaking her head "Honestly, with help like that who needs hinderance..."

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Anya will be right back

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Anya swirled her drink around in its glass, muttering to herself "I need someone to kill..."

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Anya looked down at Rose and raised an eyebrow "I killed who now? I don't remember the name, but it's entirely possible I have killed someone you know."

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Anya leant on the bartop, resting her chin on her hands and her hair draping down over her eyes "Gods, things sure are boring without Devil Basher to invite an apocalyptic event or two..." she muttered

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Anya looked at Rose "And who is Mister Tree. I generally take larger payments than a hairband, as well."

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Anya sighed and followed Rose, shaking her head and wondering when she'd find something better to do than follow a kid around...

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Anya blinked "Ah. So you're insane." she said simply