Name: Shayne Duvall
Nickname: Shay
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: Black, and Korean
Appearance: She has a fair complexion, and light hazel eyes. Her hair is typically in a pony tail so it doesn't get in her face, and each strand of hair is a dark midnight color. Her body is slender, and toned from her last few years of training, and on her left forearm there is a tattoo that signifies her bond with Boho.
Personality: Shay is a ball of rage. She has an explosive temper, and can lose her mind over the littlest things. You left the cap off the soda? She now hates you. She forgot to eat breakfast, and ends up going hungry for the whole day? The world is now ending. Everything is a big deal to her, and it's not because she likes being dramatic. It's because she genuinely thinks every little event in life is special. For a very long time she didn't have the luxury of being dramatic. So now she tends to overreact over small things. Because of her past, she isn't very good at interacting with people. Words like "boundaries," and "personal space" mean nothing to her. She is very touchy, and is always initiating contact with people so she can reassure herself they are real. She likes connecting with people, and making friends. As a general rule, she is polite, but once she becomes comfortable with you, she drops all the formalities and becomes a menace.
Outside of work, she is extremely competitive. There is nothing humble about her. When playing games, or taking shots, or gambling, she is convinced she will win. Defeat is painful for her to swallow, and she will spend hours agonizing over the loss before getting over it. And that's only after she finds all of her mistakes, and corrects them. Shay will get butt hurt when she can't win, but unlike most sore losers, she will come back again, and again, and again until she is satisfied. Quitting is not in her vocabulary.
When it comes to her job she projects power, and confidence, to cover up how inadequate she feels. She doesn't have the same magical ability as her peers, and the difference in strength between her, and the rest of the Guardian Corps is staggering. Because she doesn't want to get left behind in terms of power, she rarely finds the time to sleep at night because she is always training. She pushes her body to new heights of physical strength so she can keep up with her peers. But sometimes it's not enough, and she is forced to rely on Boho to do the things she can't.For the most part, Shay will follow any order given to her by a superior, but in the rare instances where an order might go against her principles, she will take the risk of losing her job to defy them. Nothing will make her discard her ideals.
Even if they are naive and childish.
Shay doesn't think the end justifies the means.
And she won't put the needs of the many over the needs of the few.
All she cares about is Boho, what remains of her family and The Guardian Corps.
Shay's good moods are rare, but when she does relax, she lets go completely. She has the most fun with her unit, and she smiles the most around them.
She doesn't care about the rest of the public, and she doesn't believe in the "good of the people."
History: Shay grew up in Korea for the first part of her childhood. She was a wild, immature little brat that could never stay out of trouble. She ran away three times between age seven, and age ten because she hated her parents rules, and thought their traditions were pointless. She didn't understand that the rules were there to protect her, and she didn't care that her parents were just looking out for her welfare. Because she lived in the backwater slums, and ran rampant through the streets with all the other undisciplined children, she thought she knew everything. She didn't need money, because if she wanted something, she would just steal it. If she was hungry there were plenty of scraps that people threw away. She didn't need anyone for anything, and she became a maestro at working the system. She became fleet on her feet to escape beatings. She was an expert pick pocket. She learned how to throw a punch and how to take one. All her parents had to say about her was, "You should aspire to be a housewife....You're such a disappointment. Only criminals do what you're doing." After awhile her parents gave up on her. Her mom, a portly Korean woman who was entrenched in the past, thought her daughter was a failure, and her father an olive skinned business man simply pretended she didn't exist.
He always wanted a boy.
And Shay was many things, but she could never be the son he wanted.
When Shay came home after running away the third time, two things happened: One, her mother had a stroke after dealing with a lifetime of pain and stress, and two, her father decided Korea didn't have the technology or the medical practitioners needed to help his wife, so he decided to move his family to the U.S. Most of his funds went to transporting his wife via airlift. She was safely deposited into the care of a Memorial Hospital in Los Angeles. The nurses there were used to dealing with people like Shay's mother. They frequently dealt with patients with her advanced age, and degenerative symptoms. That meant Shay, and her father had to find their own way to get to a foreign country. They were penniless though. With no money, and no legal way to get the cash they needed, they were forced to take extreme measures. Shay had immersed herself in a lifetime of crime so far, and she knew one more wouldn't kill her. She suggested they stowaway on a plane, or a boat. Her father was a proud man, and furiously stomped down the idea. But when all of his plans to save money failed. When he was forced to new lows, and he was convinced nothing else would work, he went along with his daughter's hare-brained scheme.
They hid in the drainage system on a boat for seven days.
Drenched in a stench so foul that the fumes alone burned their eyes, and constantly gave them nosebleeds.
On the seventh day when they were safely docked in a U.S. port, they escaped out of the pipe system, and swam to shore. Thinking quickly, Shay hid them in a nearby alleyway, and she was able to navigate her way out of boating district, and into the city. There, a very long journey began for both father and daughter. As they wandered the streets, Shay was the one making the rules. She decided where they would sleep, and what they would eat. And she is the one that stole clothes and tools for them to use. Her father became totally dependent on her because he didn't have the skills to survive on his own. His pride never allowed him to steal. And he couldn't provide for them with a normal job because they were illegally staying there. It took them a year to get to Los Angeles, and by that time Shay's mother had gotten immeasurably worse. Shay was 13 when she arrived in the U.S. She spent a year looking for her mother. When they arrived at the hospital the woman that gave birth to her didn't even recognize the father-daughter duo.
Something akin to resentment blossomed in Shay's chest that day.
After everything they had gone through to get there, her mother didn't even know who she was.
That is when she gave up.
Her father begged her to stay, and help him take care of her mother.
But she said no, and she left the hospital, and her family. She didn't want to be responsible for her parents forever. So she left them behind. By focusing on what she was good at She became a true menace on the streets for years. She learned how to avoid the cops. She made underground contacts that would do anything for the right price, and she became an exceptional thief. She only did small time jobs though, so she didn't attract too much attention. She had a genuine fear of being caught. She didn't want the cops to get wind of her, and deport her back to Korea. (but she had to keep being a thief if she wanted to forge a new identity.) This went on until she was twenty-two. That year was the same year magic was discovered, and her jobs became much more complicated. She was offered a considerable sum to steal from a man named Solomon Kane. But it wasn't like her normal jobs. She wasn't being asked to steal trinkets, or heirlooms, or any manner of rudimentary crap. They wanted her to steal books.
Tomes, to be exact.
It sounded weird to her. But she reluctantly accepted the job for the money. The job itself went fairly well. She broke in without being caught on camera. She managed to avoid setting off the alarm, or attracting the attention of the guards. And she liberated all of the books on the list from their case. They were heavy books, with elaborate coverings, and all the marks of age on the inside. As she left the house, she found herself dealing with a mounting curiosity. She knew most of these books were supposed to be in a museum. And she knew they were somehow connected with magic. Before she delivered them to her client, she found herself stopping in an alleyway to read one of them.She wanted to know what made these books so valuable.
It wast the worst mistake of her life.
Unconsciously, she unlocked her own magical potential.
And she cast her first spell.
But it came at a cost.
The spell of creation was so draining, her body crumpled to the floor, and she fell into a coma. Unbeknownst to her, she had created a familiar, and the strain it put on her body was too much to handle. It was her first spell after all. She lost a whole year because of her own stupidity. For over 365 days, her world was dark. She woke up in 2011, in a hospital without any recollection of how she got there. To her surprise and utter horror, Solomon Kane was the one on her emergency contact list. Sometime between the time she fell asleep and the time she woke up, he had managed to forge papers for her and become her legal guardian. After a brief introduction, She learned that he was the owner of a museum, and that's why he had some of the much coveted tomes in his possession. He had taken his property back, but after seeing her familiar he wasn't content with Shay going to jail.
He wanted her to do something else.
He told her if she wanted to make amends for her crimes, she could either go back to Korea, or join the newly invented Guardian Corps.
She almost said "Ship me the hell off then."
But Something stopped her, or rather someone. Her familiar, a blunt little feline told her they should stay.
Her family was in the U,S.
Her life was in the U.S.
Why would she leave everything behind?
From that day on, she named her familiar Boho, and she began training with him to become a member of the Guardian Corps.
Skills: Shay is a fast and brutal hand to hand fighter. She is lethal with her fists, and is a very disciplined student of Muay Thai, and Jujitsu.
She has near perfect aim with long ranged weapons, but she is only capable of using two forms of magi-tech: The enchanted magi-tech pistols and the wearable magi-tech, like rings and cloaks.
She is still a talented pickpocket.
And because of her childhood, she has an extremely high pain threshold.
Magic:Shay can only do illusions for a short period of time.
She has a secondary ability that allows her to funnel more magical energy to Boho, and increase his power and ferocity, but she herself is only capable of doing illusions.
Weaknesses:-Shay can only use weak magic, and can't be relied upon for powerful spells or shields.
- Because of her coma, she doesn't like to sleep, and has developed a sleeping disorder. If she is too exhausted, she tends to be sloppy, and make awful mistakes.
-If she over exhausts her magical energy again Boho could die, and she could end up in an irreversible coma.
-She can't use any spells, enchantments, armors, or magi-techs that drain too much magical energy so she doesn't have the same level of protection as some of her peers.
Items/Weapons:-Dual Magi-tech pistols: They are the enchanted version
-A ring that stores magical power
-An enchanted cloak that rejuvenates magical power
-A regular machete (As last resort)
-Gauntlets (For hand to hand combat)
Familiar Name: Boho
Normal Appearance: Magically enhanced appearance:-GC-