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Jennifer "Jenn" Thompson

"It's not fun unless you're having fun, and I'm having a blast!"

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a character in “Blackburn”, as played by JimmyKnoles

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Real Name: Jennifer Thompson; Prefers to go by Jenn.

Nickname/Codename/Alias: Vandal

Allegiance: Progressive Genetics

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Appearance: She stands at 5'9'' and weighs around 145lbs. She is an athletic young woman from years of doing gymnastics back in high school. She has shoulder length dark brown hair and her piercing blue eyes gives a level of beauty, while at the same time a factor of intimidation when she turns her glare at anyone who wrongs her. At her office job at Progressive Genetics, she wears a business suit that consists of skirt, blouse, and suit jacket to maintain a level of professionalism along with tying her hair into a bun. When out on a night on the town she wears a black leather jacket with red stripes on the sleeves and a white top underneath that teases a little cleavage to anyone who is attracted to her. The rest of the ensemble is finished with leather pants and boots. giving her an almost biker girl appearance. This outfit combined with her slim, athletic, and curvy figure has caught the attention of most men when she is in bars and clubs.

In costume: When on assignments given to her by the chairman of Progressive Genetics, she wears a dark black form fitting catsuit made of a flexible material that allow her to continue to do her gymnastic feats while on the job. Due to her love of motorcycles and sport bikes, she wears a helmet to hide her face sometimes on missions. Helmet design -->http://www.365airsoftshop.com/metal-half-face-mask-bk-p-75.html

Personality: At first Jenn's personality can come off as cold to anyone she doesn't know. At other times she will come off as friendly and warm to new people, especially with her office job at Progressive Genetics where she has to greet people and direct them. Another part of her can off as flirtatious as whenever she heads to a tavern or club, she can often talk up to men that will buy her drinks or try to get her to dance with them. The last part that can be seen, perhaps only during missions is her desire to have the mission completed. It can come across as mean, evil, and almost sadistic in nature for her. Her real honest personality is when she is at home reading a book, where she has a puppy for company.

Personal History: Jennifer grew up without a father around. When she would ask her mother about her father, she would tell her daughter that the father was a weak man, a coward. The responsibility of raising a family was too much for him, so he wimped out and ran off to probably another willing woman who would give herself to him. Jenn would go showing an interest in dance and gymnastics, even being a part of and competing in her high school's gymnastics team. Jenn was also an academic at heart as well and showed a huge interest in science, even going onto college into the field of genetic research.

At the university, Jenn was a part of a ground that were being funded by the school's science department and the Department of Homeland Security in researching up a way to genetically improve the physical limits of a human being, and progress was booming. Test results on animals were proven to be successful; frail old dogs were now as lively and active as their younger kin, a cat with only three legs had regained its lost fourth leg. The time came for testing on humans. However the school and the DHS suddenly and immediately pulled the funding for the project, and it seemed everything was at a standstill. For the group of bright students that put their effort into this project, they would not stop. Resorting that the only way to prove themselves, was of course making the sacrifice on themselves. Jenn alongside the others on the project put their lives on the line to try and prove this project would be successful.

Waking up, Jenn found herself collapsed on her side on top of the university's history and geography building, looking across she saw a huge gaping hole in the side of the university's science building. What felt more weird to her as felt constantly sick and her heart would go irregular at times during the constant beating.
Not long after Jenn realized she had the ability to mold and shape any source of metal to her liking. Knowing that authorities would question of what happened, the best result was to leave. Leave her old life behind, leave her mother behind, leave everything behind.

Jenn's talents in metal manipulation did not go unnoticed, as agents from Progressive Genetics approached her. They told her that they knew about her and that they could help her control her powers. Over the years she worked hard, and also got to participate alongside the company's field personnel eventually becoming an agent herself. She worked herself above the ranks until Jenn was receiving orders and directions from the president himself of Progressive Genetics. Her missions mostly entail monitoring meta-humans in the city of Fort Blackburn, making sure everything is in balance. Her other skills include espionage, sabotage, interrogation, and assassination. The last one in particular is used to silence any rivals to the company or to ensure no one could become a potential threat to Progressive Genetics.

Powers, Weapons, Ect.:
Ferrokinesis: The ability to manipulate, shape, and create metal. She can hammer, press, and shape the metal without it breaking and cracking. Other abilities include using the metal for combat and defensive uses such as creating shields and mold together projectiles to use on foes, enemies, and opponents. Jenn can also make constructs with her powers, such as copies of herself or creatures she can control. Jenn always keeps a handy supply on hand, vials on her belt contain numerous tiny metallic particles, she uses these particles to mold them into whatever she needs. In other cases, Jenn can take control of any source of metal she finds in the environment.

Combat: Jenn, like all other specialized Progressive Genetics agents, was trained in various forms of combat. The instructors that trained them have ranged from Delta Force, SAS, and even to Mossad.

Utility Belt: Jenn keeps her supply of vials on her belt, for whenever she needs to use them. For other purposes, she also has a silenced Five-seven pistol.

Acrobat: Jenn competed in gymnastics back in high school, as such she is capable of acrobatic feats. It is also made very nimble and agile.

Weaknesses: The Ferrokinesis can be very taxing on her heart. It can cause irregular heart beating, if not controlled or managed could lead to a heart attack and even death. It was watched and controlled with a self made pacemaker that she designed herself with her metal powers.

Any additional information we should know: Jennifer Thompson is actually the half-sister to Dylan Nelson who goes by the alias Hazard, a meta-human with the ability to use and control plasma.

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So begins...

Jennifer "Jenn" Thompson's Story

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Character Portrait: Jennifer "Jenn" Thompson Character Portrait: Brendan Hale Character Portrait: Lou Willard
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The sun was starting to set, signaling that another day was on its last moments, before it would pass. For Brendan, it had been a rather slow shift at his antique shop and the hired help was sent home early. He checked off all the tasks of doing his routine clean-up of the shop. Outside, crickets were chirping, calls for eastern screech owls, and the occasional vehicle passing by were the sounds that greeted the night. The glow of the moon and the standing lamp poles provided illumination to Brendan as he inspected the stock of the latest received shipment in the back lot. It made him briefly wonder what the situation was with the Golems if Mouse's latest order was twenty assault rifles, ten shotguns, thirty pistols, and five sniper rifles. The ammunition provided was all above average calibers, and Hale had definitely made sure that all of the items were fully automatic, snipers rifles exempted of course. After confirming that everything that Mouse wanted was logged, he waved a hand over the crates of weapons and ammunition. Pockets opened underneath each crate, as they were buried underneath the ground, until when he had to deliver to Mouse. His own appearance showed off how haggard he was feeling; sleeves of the white dress up shirt he was wearing were rolled up, his hair was disheveled from the day's activities, a red tie hanged loosely along the back of his neck, and the favored pair of black slacks were covered in dust and grime.

The Golems, the gang he conversed with more openly, had formed an agreement with Hale. This agreement consisted of a mutual standing between both sides, Brendan would provide the gang with his wares at discounted prices, and the Golems would keep their activities away from Watkins County. The Tigers, on the other hand were not as responsive to how he did business, but he still delivered to them when asked. In some parts of his mind, Brendan wondered if the Tigers suspected of his preference of their primary rival gang. Out of the corner of his eye, Hale noticed a single bright light approaching him. The source of the light was beam shining from the headlight from a red sportbike, as it pulled to a stop near an assorted pile of tires. He smiled when the person riding the sportbike got off and walked up towards him.

"I didn't think you would be coming over tonight. You told me that HR was having their hands full and they needed extra help," Brendan chuckled, as he watched the visitor pull the helmet off, revealing a young woman's face.

"That's what I thought as well," the woman answered him back with a grin, as she placed the helmet on the seat of the bike. "However, Sandy was willing to take the extra work."

"In other words, you threatened to reveal her affair with the head of accounting to the board. Only you Jenn, only you. Want to come in for a drink?"

"As tempting as that is, I do have to head back soon. I got your message, what's up?" She shook her head at his offer.

"Mouse's latest order has arrived, I'm heading to the south-east end tomorrow night to deliver it to the Golems. There's a chance that the FBPD or Mavericks could bust in, as I've received word that the first order I gave them has already been confiscated by the authorities. I'm going to need someone to watch my back while this deal goes down, you in?" he asked her.

"I'm game, sure beats office work. Though the next time you see Mouse, tell her to go get some sun. That pale complexion is not doing her any favors," Jenn snorted, then went into full laughter as Brendan joined in as well. She stopped when she noticed a vehicle approaching their direction. "I didn't know you had other company coming tonight as well."

Brendan's expression took a serious turn. "I didn't."

The vehicle pulled to a smooth stop along the edge of the sidewalk. It was a slick, glossy thing, nondescript in its appearance but no less menacing for it. It possessed an uncomfortable quality—predatory, almost—in its uncertainty, its facelessness.
Three men emerged from the car.

The first man was…well, "scary beyond all reason" was a succinct way of putting it. A mountain of muscle and scar tissue, topped with stony face and a solid scowl. The second man, on the other hand, looked as though he had crawled out of a rat's nest—scrawny and lean, with short, delicate movements. Less physically imposing, perhaps, but it belied the hungry look in his eyes. The third…was different. He would have looked normal, almost, were it not for his unnaturally pale complexion and the lazy, languid air with which he carried himself. It was this third man who broke the tense silence.

"Mr. Brendan Hale, I presume," he said grumpily, eyes flicking briefly toward Jenn. "And company. Pleasure." He turned his gaze back to Brendan. "Might I ask for a moment alone?"

"If you're looking for a last minute trinket to give your girlfriend, you'll have to come back tomorrow." He looked the man over. The stench of the Tigers reeked all over him. "Anything that needs to be said, can be done so out here in the open."

The man frowned and gave Jenn an odd, calculating look. It appeared as if he were going through a mental catalogue. After a moment, he sighed. "Alright, whatever. Your call. Look, Hale, this isn't exactly my idea of a perfect evening either, so I'll make things short and simple." He held up a finger. "You favor the Golems." Another finger went up. "We, the Tigers, are not very happy about this." Three fingers. "Old Frostbite wants recompense." Four. "You provide it, and your quaint little shop doesn't get razed into a smoking crater in the ground. You follow?"

Hale's eyes widened at the threat the man made; the antique shop was the only part of him that was innocent. Clenching his hands into fists, the ground beneath him started to shake uncontrollably. He glared at the Tiger with unbridled hatred, and would've kept going, if not for Jenn putting a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. Hale closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, before turning his attention back onto the Tiger.

"Fine, you want what I've been giving to the Golems? I can give you better, my only request is you give me time to do so."

The man, who seemed somewhat startled at the sudden display of power, was eyeing Brendan with newfound wariness. "Two weeks," he said eventually, before sighing and rubbing at his temples. "That concludes our business, I suppose. Dreggins, Crim. Let's get out of this hillbilly hell."

"Y'sir, Mr. Green," the large one grunted. His leaner counterpart merely bared his teeth in a mimicry of a smile and nodded. All three piled back into the vehicle, which swiftly departed.

Jenn watched the vehicle disappear out of sight before directing her gaze back to Brendan.

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'll think of something, the deal with Mouse tomorrow night is more important right now." Brendan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

The setting changes from Fort Blackburn to Downtown

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Character Portrait: Jennifer "Jenn" Thompson Character Portrait: Brendan Hale Character Portrait: Alexander Sanderson Character Portrait: Jessica Napier Character Portrait: Nisa "Mouse" Jai Verion
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Drumming his hands on his podium, the maitre d' of the Crown and Cup anxiously awaited his main appointment of the evening. He checked the clock for the fourth time in five minutes, though in truth he didn't expect her to arrive early. Nisa Verion was always punctual, to a fault at times. Finally, at eight o'clock exactly, she strolled through the front door and shooed away her retinue. Gaston breathed a sigh of relief and greeted her with a warm smile.

"Ms. Verion, a pleasure to see you back again. We've missed you around here," he intoned with a slight bow. Nisa returned the gesture and smile in kind, inhaling the delightful smells of exquisite food that filled the cabaret.

"Likewise, Gaston. I have a guest joining me tonight, and I hope he will recieve the same treatment." Bowing again, slightly lower this time, Gaston assured Nisa that any associate of hers would be treated like royalty, the same as her, and guided her to her table near the back of the room. Mouse lowered herself gracefully into the plush seating, crossing her legs at the knee and picked up the menu that awaited her. She browsed the menu for a second before setting it gently on the table.

"I will have a glass of Grosset Riesling to start, and we will see where the night goes from there, yes?" They shared a laugh before Gaston turned away to fill her order. She told Brendan to meet her here at eight thirty, to give her time to settle in and enjoy a nice wine before conducting their business.

A few tables away sat Jessica and Alex, finishing their meals after their first peaceful evening together in several days. Vigilante work was incredibly taxing, and Jessica’s past few nights had been filled with analysis on top of the usual patrols. Alex smiled as he downed the last of his ale.

“I gotta thank ya again Jay, it’s nice to unwind a little after all the crap this city’s thrown at us.”

“It’s no problem,” she assured with a smile in turn. “Believe me, I need a break too. I’m sure father can hold ‘is own.”

Jay’s brief moment of sunny disposition was soon broken. A rather tall, tanned man in a sweater vest had entered the cabaret, heading to a table nearby. This on its own was of no concern; however, the woman he was headed to was what caught her attention. She was almost bright white in her skin tone - likely albino - unhealthily skinny and possessed peach colored eyes augmented by circular, rose colored glasses.

“Oi, Alex, glance at that lass to yer left,“ Jay whispered. Alex complied.

“Who’s that?” he inquired.

“You’ve ‘eard o’ Mouse, right? The Golem?”

Alex nodded.

“I think that’s ‘er.”

It was true, the woman in the back of the room certainly fit the descriptions. Alex hummed before shaking his head.

“Well, it ain’t like we can do anything ‘bout it in a public restaurant,” he said.

“Aye, we can’t, and tryin’ to chase a head Golem is suicide. However…”

Jay retrieved a small device from her wallet, resembling a computer chip, and slid it over to Alex.

“We can follow her friend there. Slip that tracker onto the top o’ ‘is shoe.”

“Bold plan,” Alex mused, taking the device and dropping it onto the floor, covering it in the table’s shadow and shuffling it across the floor.

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"I have to say Ms. Verion," Brendan observed, his eyes taking in the cabaret's other patrons. The expression on his face showed that he was a tad bit uncomfortable. "This is quite the place you chose."

Taking another casual sip of her wine, Mouse simply smiled knowingly. "It is, Mr. Hale. I find the atmosphere quite refreshing. A good change of pace from the squalor of the streets, no?" Gaston stopped a few feet from Mouse's table, her order in hand, though he quickly approached and set her plate down at her beckoning.

"So, Mr. Hale. We are here to talk business, correct? I have my end of the bargain, do you have yours?" She looked at him over the rims of her glasses as she leaned forward to take a bite of grilled vegetables.

Hale reached down into his pocket and brought up a SD card, sliding it across the table so it was in Mouse's reach. "On here are the coordinates for your order, everything is accounted for as you requested."

Mouse nodded and regarded the SD card at length, chewing slowly. She brought up her napkin to wipe her lips as she swallowed, leaning back once again. "Very good. Once we are finished here, you will walk me to my car and one of my associates will give you your check. Don't sign it until you are at the bank, understood? I would so hate to see you miss out on this chance because you were careless." She paused, thinking. "I trust the order was no trouble to fill?"

He pondered her question for a few seconds, his gaze wandering from one direction to another. Brendan looked back up at Mouse, knowing what he would have to tell her. "No, there was hardly any trouble to fill the order. Though I have ran into a potential problem, which I have yet to solve. The Tigers paid me a visit a couple nights ago, they know of what I've been providing for you and the Golems. If I don't give them a share of the cut, they'll carry out a nasty threat against me."

With a quiet huff, Mouse's posture changed drastically. She was suddenly tense, with her trademark frown warping her features. "Mr. Hale, this news displeases me greatly. I understand your plight, however I cannot abide by it. The Tigers aren't worth the dust they stir up on the streets. How, exactly, are you planning to solve this issue, Mr. Hale?" Mouse steepled her fingers as she leaned forward onto the table, gazing at Brendan intensely.

"I don't know yet, this is something I'm still trying to figure out. There is a close friend of mine who is looking around, but nothing so far on that end. Quite the pickle I'm in, wouldn't you say?" Hale replied back to Mouse.

"Yes. Quite a pickle indeed. Especially because I still expect you to fulfill our agreements. However, because I have such a vested interest in you continuing to conduct business, I am willing to extend a hand to pull you out of your proverbial river. If you need Golem muscle to drive off Tiger encroachers, we will be prepared to do so."

Relief flashed over Brendan's features as he took in Mouse's offer. Knowing that he could rely on the Golems would give him extra time to sort out the issues. "You're too kind Ms. Verion, I will have to put in a bonus for your next order. If your men need heavier ordinance to accomplish their jobs, I can provide it for you."

Not quite convinced, Mouse reached for her glass to refresh herself. "While I appreciate the offer, if your situation is as dire as you make it out to be, how am I to believe you will be providing me with said ordinance? Where will you get it?"

"Despite my current predicament, I do have enough of my wares stored up that I could provide for you. At the very least, the Tigers would get the bare mininum of it," Hale waved a hand, trying to get his point across. "They know I provide for the Golems, how much I provide? They do not know, so I can tell them that whatever amount they get, the Golems get the same."

"That is decently clever. The question still stands, however. When your stockpile runs out, how are you going to continue to meet our needs?" Mouse began tapping her foot impatiently, clearly annoyed.

"That's the question I have yet to answer. You will be the first to know, once I find it," he confirmed. The phone in his pocket gave off a quick beep, signaling to Brendan that he received a text. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the phone and read the message.

"Well, my friend has found a solution it seems. If you will excuse me Ms. Verion, I must go and consult with her immediately."

Mouse almost considered letting him simply walk away without taking his payment, but that was bad business practice. She left her half finished meal behind as she followed Brendan out onto the street. Across from the restaurant, a van opened the side door, allowing a rather large man to step out and approach the pair. He pulled a small envelope of paper from his jacket, passed it to Brendan, and led Mouse across the street towards her ride.

"I expect a follow-up phone call within twenty four hours, Mr. Hale!" she shouted before getting into the passenger's seat, staring straight ahead as the van drove off.

Once Mouse's ride disappeared into the distance, his own transportation - a sleek black convertible - pulled up. The driver turned to him and smiled, which gave Brendan the clue that there was something behind it. He made his way over to the passenger side and got into the vehicle.

"So how did your meeting with Mouse go?"

"Honestly I was expecting much worse from her, but it went alright. So what is this great solution you found to my unfortunate crisis?" Hale looked at her, raising one eyebrow.

"Just you wait and see, it will help you handle the Golems and Tigers."

"I would hope so, there's a lot at stake here Jenn," he shook his head with a sigh.

"What is that?" Jenn pointed down to one of Brendan's shoes, then reached down to grab a small object that was resting on top of it. "Looks like a listening device or a tracker, someone could know about you."

"Well get rid of the damn thing. I've got enough problems already, and I don't need more." Brendan retorted, not liking on how easily someone placed a bug on him.

"Already gone, come on let's get some shakes from that malt shop close to your store." She lowered the driver's side window and flicked the device out. The convertible made a u-turn, then sped off back towards Watkins County.

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Jay rapped her fingers against the car window, waiting as her laptop rendered the tracking chip's location. After a moment, it was revealed: beside a speed limit sign side a few yards away. Confusion crept on Jay's face, and she glanced over to her left. Sure enough, the computer found no movement.

"What's it sayin'?" Alex asked after a moment. Jay exhaled through her nose and shut her laptop closed.

"Just our luck, he found an' got rid o' the chip."

Wonderful, Alex thought. Our only lead, gone.

"Well," he said, leaning back in his seat and staring straight forward. "I guess we gotta go back to the waitin' game."

"Too right," Jay agreed, starting the car with one hand and pulling up Alex's place on her GPS with the other. "Too right."