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Suzette Hunter

"Human bodies can be so complex. Now machines, they are actually quite simple."

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a character in “Project Dragonfly”, as played by Akantha


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"The drone of machinery is much more comforting than the wanton speech of a human girl, but I wouldn't forsake the warmth of a hug."

Identity Code

Suzette A. Hunter

19 Years Old



Face Claim
Iona from Appregio of Blue Steel


Negative Traits
Deadpan: Suzy tends to sound deadpan most of the time due to the fact that she hardly knows how to express her emotions outwardly, not because she doesn't have any.
Stubborn: Suzy won't do something she doesn't want to do, and she definitely won't back down when she says that she is going to do something which often gets her in trouble.
Passive: Everybody knows Suzy can be a softy and is more obedient than most people. She doesn't like conflict much and stays quiet when troubles around.
Daydreamer: Suzy loves to sleep but she loves to daydream even more. She often neglects work in pursuits of wandering around or reading a book. Perhaps even to just sit around and dream up wonderful ideas. Hey, creativity needs an outlet and without it, she wouldn't be the awesome technician she is.
Bribery: It's pretty easy to figure out that although Suzy can get a job done quick, if she isn't motivated…she won't do it. So, when people wanna get her moving they often resort to bribing her with sweets or goodies and it works every time as long as the price is right. Of course she'd never betray her team for a candy bar.

Positive Traits
Intelligent: Suzy may not be all there all the time but she sure has a head on her shoulders when she's focused.
Creative: Suzy's daydreams aren't for nothing. She enjoys creating big new ideas for new weapons and equipment all the time and tries to implement those ideas all the time. Although some of them are hit and miss, they are still pretty ingenious.
Dedicated: It's easily apparent how dedicated Suzy is to her work, at least when she gets to it.
Unselfish: She has a good heart backing up that smart brain and many would definitely say that Suzy goes above and beyond to help her friends even at the cost of her own desires.
Willful: Even though this is the reason for her stubborn streak, Suzy is willful and that means she's strong where it counts. When she thinks that she can help, she damn well will do her best to do so regardless of what anyone says. Screw the consequences.

Sexual Preference


★Cold Weather
★Romance Stories
★The Ocean
★Teddy Bears

★The Internet
★Breakfast Food
★Fish and Pork
★Loud Noise


❅Loss of Powers




Hair Color
Platinum Blonde

Eye Color
Pale Green

Dragon tattoo on the left shoulder blade. Small barely visible scars on the hands from tinkering with machinery.




Assistant Technician/Mechanic


Biographic History
Agent F-05-04-FR-2028 felt destined to be a dragonfly. There had never been another choice for her. She was born in France on a cold morning in winter January 2nd, 2004. Her mother and father had been from a aristocratic family and were well off but in that world, adultery was common. Her mother had made off with another man who was of a lower class and her father knew the instant he saw that pale platinum blonde hair. Both her mother and her father had darker shades of hair. Her father ordered a blood test and the results made it clear what had happened. Her mother pleaded for her father not to send her away to the orphanage, that she would raise the baby by herself and Suzy's father need not worry about the inheritance and the other natural formalities. However when her father did not agree, her mother found another way to make sure her beloved child didn't end up in the orphanage with all those 'disgusting' kids. She spirited her child away to a house in the country and left her there with one maid to assist the young babe and promised to come back someday.

Many years passed and Suzy grew up with the maid who she identified as her mother. She didn't know any better. When she grew to the age of three where she began walking and saying nonsensical things was when her life began to change again. The maid began to notice strange things. If she would break glass and throw it in the trash, the next day it would be whole again with all the contents of the trashcan thrown in disarray. When the vacuum broke, the next day when she was bringing in the new one, the old vacuum would work like nothing had happened. Eventually it got to the point where there would be strange growths or depressions on the machinery around the house. The maid began to get suspicious of the little tyke but was unsure and afraid of saying anything. Until one day when she noticed a strange glow coming from Suzy's room. When the maid peered inside she saw wires and pieces of metal being melded together by tiny hands. It all seemed like a blur until the metal appeared to form a bear but it's eyes were hollow and the wires Suzy had rigged inside only had enough function to get the jaw hinge moving as if the bear were talking. The maid immediately contacted the mother and when all the reply she got was to continue her job as if nothing was happening, the maid took her case to Suzette's father.

Suzette's father sent her to the government, reaping the benefits and also getting rid of the nuisance that his ex-wife had created. That was when Suzy was taken in by the French Branch of the Dragonflies. Her powers were already well developed for her age but the corrosive side effects meant she needed to be trained at the earliest convenience. So, she began training early even if it were only learning not to use her powers unless given permission to do so. This had an odd effect of Suzy as she got older, as she became much more obedient than most kids. However when she reached the age of six she earned her way into real training. She worked well with others and could perform wonderfully when they praised her and rewarded her good behavior not that she ever behaved terribly.

Eventually when she began training on combat and defense, the higher ups began to realize her potential for a support position. Although she could be athletic, her soft demeanor and easygoing attitude didn't provide for a very solid emotional coping system when faced with gore. Also, she had a way of getting others to like her and didn't seem to mind taking the backdrop to let others have the glory. So, they allowed her into the ranks of the technicians and mechanics, of which their world had fascinated her the most. She enjoyed the hum of machinery and the way it was easier to work with. Humans' were so complex but metal machinery bent to her will so easily because they were simpler. After she finished her training in learning to be a technician, Suzette was sent to be a part of the Sandler family in Southern Russia. It worked out relatively well until her health declined and she was brought in to be monitored before reassignment. The only issue was that she had pushed her limits and overworked herself causing the degeneration of health to shut down her body. Once she recovered after a week, they made her cut her ties and reassigned her to the Hunter family warning her that she needed to find a balance this time.



Power Description
Particle Manipulation: The ability to manipulate or to create, shape, or change matter. In Suzette's case she does particularly well with inorganic matter. She can shape metals into useful tools or breaking them down for later use. Her power is mostly displayed in the way she create or break down scraps of junk into nanoparticles, or nanomaterial as she calls it and uses the material to fix broken objects or form her hexagonal shields that she uses for defense.

She can use this ability for special things like transmuting basic information. It would take a hell of a lot to roll a frequency over a long distance but in the local area it wouldn't take much to form the structure for a computer able to receive data and send it to a previously recorded location. Or even to make it simple and take the time to make a functioning video recorder.

The special trick to her power is the fact that she can sense what components of her work are broken because of disturbed atoms or particles depending on the type of damage and that she can sense the materials used to create the piece of work. However, this power comes with A LOT of consequences and needs a clear head when using.

Power Weaknesses
☁With overuse, her heath declines.
☁One error and the power backlashes sometimes causing injury, sometimes just causing a little sickness for a few days.
☁She can't just create nonmaterial from nothing. It's more like alchemy, she needs material similar to what she's trying to fix or create in order to do anything. For example, if she doesn't have her nanomaterial then she can't create her hexagonal shield.
☁Time creates quality. If there isn't enough time to strengthen her shields or the piece of work she's fixing, it will break again soon enough. For example, in battle when she has a shield up, it typically breaks after two mid-strength energy blasts. Or after four gunshots.
☁She doesn't have the focus or skill yet to work with organic matter or things that require concentration. For example, even though water is inorganic…Suzy can't get a good hold on what to do with it and how to bend it to her will. Humans are out of the question. If she could, they would have put her in the medical class long ago. Metals, plastics, and other such materials Suzy is comfortable with.
☁Just because she can form a structure similar to a computer or certain machine doesn't always mean that she can work it properly. Its like memorizing how to make a paper crane and then doing it again. Suzy knows what parts are needed and how much material but she did she learn how to make the crane fly? Probably not.
☁Lastly, albeit not being a serious weakness, if anyone else wanted to see the structure of the machinery she was making it would take years because there isn't a particular language that comes to mind when she performs her powers, just symbols and letters which often don't make sense to other people.

Notable Skills/Abilities
☁Fixing Machinery
☁Creating Weapons
☁Speaks Russian, French, and English
☁Good Reflexes


So begins...

Suzette Hunter's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter Character Portrait: Kira Hunter Character Portrait: Marie Chaput Character Portrait: Surrey Dontan Character Portrait: Jean Cornelius Fitch Character Portrait: Usagi Hunter Character Portrait: Issac Hunter Character Portrait: Ginger Hunter Character Portrait: Rufus Arendale Character Portrait: Dani Hunter Character Portrait: Vincent Character Portrait: Gil Ashburn Character Portrait: Dante
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It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the body before even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms. As the body started to wake up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up, putting on his usually black jeans, and taking out a white t-shirt and leather jacket that he carried with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took a shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor and as he walked pass it he fixed it so it looked like it usually did. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. And so Vincent picked out a book after choosing wisely and left the room. He had been indoors for such a long time - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to outdoors, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room.

As he walked down the street outside the house he started to read the first page of the book, heading over to the square to sit down on his bench. Yeah, Vincent had claimed on of them in his mind. And as he arrived he sat down under the tree and continued to read his book - alone. The way he wanted it.


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Ginger continued to snore as the morning passed around. It had been another late, almost all-nighter, party again. To celebrate another mission well done. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her all black leather pants and vibrant purple shirt before falling asleep on her messed up bed. Her hair was spread out around her making her look as though she had been electrocuted, ironically. Her arms and fingers tingled, with this last mission she had pushed herself a bit further than normal and now there were new scars that leafed out, marking her veins.

The only reason she got up that morning was because of the sudden aching in her stomach, another side effect her power, uncontrollable hunger. She bolted up right and stared down at her traitorous stomach.

"Fine," she grumbled, stumbling out of bed and dragging herself to the kitchen, a complete mess from last night and yet in her usual clothes of baggy jeans, elbow-length and finger-less gloves, and a black, sleeveless shirt with the saying "Make me purr" in white letters. She opened the cupboard and the fridge seeing what was left. While she cooked pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grilled tomatoes she ate a bowl of cereal, fruit, and some leftover croissants while having at least four cups of dark, French coffee. She barely noticed people stumbling in and out of the kitchen grabbing whatever food she hadn't already consumed or was't cooking. Normally she would have been happy to say hi and start a conversation, but come home from a party that was the same night as a mission that she overworked herself on and that had ended at an hour that was anyone's guess, only to be awaken only an hour or so later by hunger pains. Making this normally energetically happy woman cranky not only from sleep or overexertion, but a hunger that has driven many to cannibalism.

It wasn't until she made her way to the "gaming room", as she fondly called it, with her plate stacked high with food and yet another cup of her dark roast coffee, that Ginger was in a decent enough mood to interact with others safely again. So she sat down on the floor, putting her food next to her, and grabbed a controller starting up the game she started a year ago on Call of Duty. She loved this room best as it only had a few windows that she could cover with heavy curtains to block out all sunlight and the comfiest couch you could ever find yourself sitting on, not to mention the latest gaming system that she could find and carpet that was a close second to the couch. You would't even want to get her started on the actual television itself and the sound system that came with it.

And thus the yelling and swearing began as she turned her game on.