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I'm a trained assassin, and I WILL kill you if you give me a reason to.
She's a bitch. She's got an attitude and she isn't afraid to show it.
She doesn't like to talk to anyone, and when she does, all she does is give attitude and sarcasm, though she tries not to.
She's strong and will-powered. She hates being weak and vulnerable. She'd do anything to fight off the weakness that tries to eat her up from the inside.
She wields two knives. One of the knives is just that, a knife.
The other knife changes into whatever she wills it to change into. Her choice weapons and/or instruments:
- Bow and Arrows
- Flute
- Sword
- Knife
- Guitar
When she was around 10 years old, she got to witness her families death by what she calls the "Organization". They killed her mother, father and sister. She loved her sister very much, so when she lost her, Jade thought her whole reason for living was lost. She wondered why the "Organization" didn't kill her, but their Director, Shane Linted, told her he saw more potential in her than the others.
Shane took her to HQ and hand her memory erased. Everything. All she knew was her name, age, and the night her parents died. Shane wanted that to eat her up forever.
Years passed, and Jade didn't know anything about what Shane was really trying to do. Although she works as an assassin, Shane saw her as still a weakling. He would work her tirelessly. He'd place her on 3 missions back to back, making sure she had no time to think or breathe. When she wasn't doing anything, he placed her in a room with a TV and forced her to watch her family's death over and over again.
Jade has since been trying to fight this overwhelming feeling of weakness and vulnerability she suddenly felt. She has been trying to work her way around the sick game that Shane was playing. She would never let him even get an inkling of what she was trying to do. Every night, when she got the chance to sleep, she'd start having nightmares and wake from them in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably.
She was going to find a way out of her own hell hole.