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Korlyn

A five and a half foot tall elven woman with bright blonde hair and imposing goggles. She is the only surviving member of the Black Bolt mercenaries.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tawanos

Description

At five and a half feet tall, bright blond hair and a pixie smile she doesn't seem all that imposing. Behind her goggles are bright, metallic blue eyes. Long pointed ears displaying her elven heritage. Her body, or torso at least, is covered by a high tech active bodysuit with a jungle camouflage design. A bandoleer around her hip for knives and other equipment. Her pants hang loosely for the sake of movement. Tough pads on her knees and elbows for ease of movement through battlefield conditions. A tattoo on her right arm displaying her adopted heritage, the logo of the Black Bolt Mercenary Corps.
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Personality

She is a contradiction of attitudes between soldier, mercenary, and woman. As a soldier she is precise, following orders and carrying out tasks with precision and due to her training a determination to complete her tasks with near fanaticism, she will keep going until she drops or is killed to get the job she was entrusted to done. As a mercenary she is stuck between civilian and true soldier, an outsider looking in taken to some of the worse places in the universe and seen the absolute shit that people can be put through. This puts her at odds with people, seeing them as situations and tools more often than real people. The only real people to her she knew are dead. As a woman she is at her most awkward. All the people who helped raise her were men, later there were a few female mercenaries, but never many, and like her they had more male attitudes than female. As an elf she is still quite young and only now starting to come into maturity. She is often at odds with her emotions and body when they don't agree with the upbringing that she had and so for the first time she if being awkward with herself and having no family to back her up and help her through it.

She is used to working as a group, a platoon. And now without that platoon she is somewhat lost. She was never the commander, didn't have the mentality to deal with those things a commander must: Picking the right jobs, getting support, tying the big picture together, overseeing strategy. She was a sergeant, head of a squad, down to earth tactics not lofty strategy.

She is caught between mourning the memories of her brothers and continuing their trade, recruiting more potential mercenaries. But there again she is stuck. Commanders recruited, she trained them. She doesn't know where to begin. She is searching for one of three things: someone to follow in a way that won't disgrace the memory of her brothers, those who might follow her and continue the tradition of the Black Bolts, or a new path of her own which might lead her to the answers she seeks.

Equipment

Unlike many elves she was exposed to tech enhancements instead of magical ones. She has been augmented in subtle ways instead of some of the more ostentatious prosthetic limbs or weapon mounts that other members of the Black Bolts opted for. A neural weave has been placed over her spine and under her skull against her brain tissue granting her faster than normal thoughts and reaction speeds as well as being able to link with her weapons so they become extensions of herself rather than tools.

A pharmacope installed in her body can control her hormones and can introduce several that can alter her mental and physical state in several startling ways: Increasing her strength, reflexes, or exact opposite, slowing her body functions and putting her into a functional coma for long space journeys

Her skin has been implanted with a webwork of fibers that make her quite a bit tougher while still letting her skin be soft can slow bullets and deflect common blades. She also has minor active camouflage across her skin that makes it difficult but not impossible to see her.

Her eyes have also been augmented with infrared sensors and zoom capabilities. She prefers to wear her goggles though as sensors from her goggles are jacked directly into her optic nerves and without the other sensors granted by the goggles, night-vision, X-ray vision, and a tactical display, she feels diminished despite her already enhanced vision.

While her camouflage bodysuit appears flimsy as it hugs her body quite tightly it is actualy an active fiber which reacts to danger by solidifying layers of material into a bulletproof armor.

History

Korlyn was found as an infant by a band of high tech mercenaries hired to wipe out the ogres that were attacking and killing villages. Because she was the sole survivor none of the elves would take her in because they believed that she only survived so as to bring bad luck and devastation to more people. Reluctantly the captain of the mercenaries, the Black Bolts, let the soldiers keep her on for a while. Initially the plan was to find some elves who would take her, but none would. As time went on she was adopted by the soldiers and was given the elven translation of their name: Kor- for Black, -lyn for Bolt.

Because she was an elf she aged slowly, but always there was something for her to learn and her developmental years were spent learning guns, knives, demolitions, but also strategy, tactics, languages, and the business of being a mercenary. Soldiers came and went, many died, few retired, and still she learned. She is 75 now and an accomplished soldier despite still being only a young woman in many respects.

Last year the Black Bolts were pinned down in a harsh battle on some no-name moon at the edge of civilized space, hired by a business conglomerate to 'ensure trade negotiations' with the native people who were being 'reluctant'. Things were not going well. They hadn't been given all the information they needed and were suffering heavy losses because of it. Knowing they would not make it out alive the captain of the mercenaries made an executive decision to override Korlyn's pharmacope and used it to knock her out, slowing her body's functions so they wouldn't register on sensors and buried her where she would be safe. A week later she woke to complete devastation. Scorched Earth Tactics had been used to wipe out the Black Bolts completely, save for her.

Being the sole survivor she has been granted all the assets and contacts lists of the Black Bolt Mercenary organization making her a dangerous woman indeed. She has come quite a long way looking for someone. The person who set up her comrades, her family, to die.

So begins...

Korlyn's Story

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Korlyn walks into the bar, a bold stride as she pushes open the door. She looks back behind her and starts to wave. "Hey thanks Mr..." However there is no one there. She looks around, confused for a moment, even pushing up the goggles to see if there is something they missed, but they hadn't. She pulls them back down and walks into the bar. Her tight bodysuit clinging to her torso tightly, the active weave shifting slightly. She moves with a lethal grace, a bounce in her steps and the way she looks around says that she is itching for a fight, and more so as she walks deeper into the bar. however she restrains herself, walking around people who look aggressive instead of bumping into them. She stops at the bar, picking up a menu and starting to read down the list of drinks. Her right hand slipping down to grip the handle of the kbar sticking out of the bandoleer on her hip.

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Korlyn looks around until she spots the bartender, she pulls out a few coins, asking, in a foreign tongue if they are accepted here. She tries a few other languages until she settles on standard English. "Alright, I'll have scotch, no rocks." She sits at the bar, one hand continually gripping and releasing the handle of her knife. This place set her on edge. She was used to drinking with the Black Bolts, but they were all gone now, and this place had that same atmosphere. A knife's edge balance between jovial singing and a knock down drag out brawl.

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Korlyn focuses on her drink, not picking it up just yet but watching the scotch and remembering. Remembering the family she had lost and the vow she had sworn. She looks at the bartender, but raises her voice enough so everyone can hear her. "I'm looking for someone who arranges mercenary contracts. I am Korlyn of the Black Bolts." Her voice is musical as elven voices tend to be, but there is a rough edge to it, a military baring that is evident in her clipped tone.

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Korlyn looks at Blackjack with some suspicion, her goggles almost shorting out from trying to get a good look at him. She pushes them up and reveals her bright metallic blue eyes that glint a little with the tech embedded in them. He still appears odd to the enhancements but not as odd as before, now something she can handle. "You arrange for mercenary contracts in this area?" She tenses up. Her leads had indicated that the request for the job that got her brothers killed came through the multiverse, but beyond that she was unable to track down anything because the trail went dead.

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Korlyn gives Blackjack a hard look. "I am looking for the man who arranged the last contract for the Black Bolts. I would like to have some words with that person." She grips the handle of her kbar tightly, a tension filling the air around her that is almost palpable. The pharmacope embedded in her body readies some chemicals to introduce to her system should she give the demand. In her vision various targeting programs activate and her view becomes of that of a battlefield assessing threats and targets.

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Korlyn scoffs. "I'm a mercenary. Raised into a life where if you pay me enough I will walk barefoot into hell. And you better be prepared to pay for when I walk right back out again with Satan himself holding the door for me." She boasts and downs the rest of her scotch. She curses herself for not looking up Blackjack earlier in the information she has. She pulls down her goggles using them as a hidden screen and searches the information in her database. Yes, there it is, a dozen years ago. She vaguely remembers the mission, but it was just another of those things that they did. She will need to review the mission log that the commander wrote. There is no indication that this was the man that sent them to their doom. "Just so you know, Blackjack, I am the last one. I am the last survivor of the Black Bolt mercenary company."

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Korlyn looks around the tavern briefly and nods, standing up. "I'm done here. But know this, Blackjack. I work for you under one condition. You get any information about set up that last job, you give it to me. Because I'm going to kill that person that set them up to die." Her knuckles turn white on the handle of her kbar before she releases it, angry with herself.

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Korlyn looks around at the various people. "SO what is the point of having me here? It looks like you've got a decent outfit going here." She has heard a few of these names before and there is some information on them in the database. She is still having difficulty navigating the computer system. "It doesn't mater. I'm a merc and you're paying. You tell me what you need and I get it done." She smiles a little feeling more comfortable in this roll than she did when she was going solo after the loss of the Black Bolts.

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Korlyn frowns and looks around. "Truth be told that was my first time there. We usually hung out at different places when in the area. Some of our more rough and tumble guys used to go there now and again, but I never did." She gives no visible sign of how much it hurts her to speak of them in the past tense." She walks over to the computer and starts uploading her basic stats. Height, weight, strength scores, and mission list, but not the logs of those missions. She hesitates a little before putting down her equipment including the various body mods including the pharmacope but does not list one of the chemicals in it. It was one that could never be told.

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Korlyn looks around again. "I think that you are surprisingly well outfitted and that if you want me to work for you then that will do us both well." SHe turns to look at Blackjack directly. "Just so you know I specialize in small arms, close combat and small unit tactics. Don't ask me for assassinations or espionage, I'm no good there. But I've got... connections, lots of them. I can get you things you need, probably at good rates." She shrugs. "I'm new to all this stuff. I may have been one of the oldest in the group but I let the others handle that stuff. I just want... wanted to show what I could do. I was... happy." She does not look happy now. She stops walking, her eyes not really seeing anything as she remembers things.

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Korlyn shakes herself out of the memory and gives him an odd look then a small, slightly forced smile. "Alright. I think I can do that." She pulls down her visor and starts going through some of the names, muttering them under her breath. "Bester, Etsy, Cashmere, Hoenhime, Dagget..." And others, pulling up their information and past purchase lists. The list from Cashmere seems to have been quite a long one and she was the designer for her pharmacope.

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Korlyn gives him a startled look then pulls up Cashmere's info for a closer look. "Yea, ok, the Boss, I mean former boss of the BB met her a while ago. Damn, she's older than me... must be an old picture." She mutters as she looks at the image and shakes her head a little. "Technologist says here. I will have to meet her first hand, there are some things I need to get from her." Her voice trails off then she pushes the goggles up. "Yea, I think I'm done here for now. Unless there is anything you want from me at the moment."

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Korlyn nods and walks around for a bit, getting the feel of the area before heading back to the transport station and getting a lift back to Gambits. She reaches up to feel the ear bud and frowns a little at it. Maybe she can get something else for that... She sighs a bit, maybe she should walk around instead. She didn't feel like drinking at the moment.

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Korlyn waks into the tavern, spinning her Ka-Bar blade easily between her fingers before slotting it into the sheath strapped to her thigh. She looks around, grasping the side of her goggles and pushing them up, gazing around with metallic blue eyes. She walks up to the bar and sits down. She moves with a dangerous bounce to her step, like a coiled spring ready to be unleashed at the most minor of triggers. "Whiskey, neat." Her voice melodic as any high elf, but clipped and militarily direct, though she had never been a part of any military beyond that brotherhood of the Black Bolt Mercenary crew, all dead, but her.

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Korlyn watches the fight with Damionell and Gungnir as she sips her whiskey, enjoying the burning as the alcohol slips down her throat. "Mmm," she groans softly and closes her eyes. She opens her eyes and pulls down her goggles, watching Gungnir and scanning his armor, probing it for weaknesses. Though it has few she develops some theories as to how she might try taking it down. Then turning to Damionell and doing the same, analyzing his movements and where his power and strategies lay and how they might be disrupted.

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Korlyn notices Mason being thrown at her and everything slows to molasses like speeds in her vision. She starts moving, only a little faster, but with an entirely unnatural grace as she had time to think of every move she was making while she made it. Hr body twisting and corkscrewing down around her bar stool into an athletic crouch while her left hand whipped three throwing blades out from her bandoleer and throwing them, aiming at the blind spots behind Damionell's neck where the armor failed to protect his spine and where even his thick fur might be thinner than elsewhere.

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Korlyn draws her Ka-Bar with the same unnatural grace and readies, alert should the Minotaur appear again. After a few long seconds in which he does not appear she frowns and deactivates the Tick, her pharmacope releasing the anti-toxin into her body to counteract the effects of the mental accelerant. She immediately feels terribly ill and runs to the bathroom to throw up.

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Korlyn walks back into the tavern feeling, while still ill somewhat, slightly better. She walks over to her seat and sees that her whiskey has been knocked over by the body thrown at her earlier. However as she is about to start griping the bartender puts down a fresh one and waves away any money she offers. She thanks him and takes a big gulp of whiskey to wash the taste out of her mouth before trying to settle her jangling nerves.

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And to you.

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Korlyn strolled into the tavern with a bag over her shoulder. She glanced around with a lazy air, though her goggles picked up every detail and pointed out to her various people and objects of interest. A brief threat analysis was performed on each as she made her way over to the bar and hunkered down, though with a careful movement she kept her trench knives within reach. The clear insignia of the Black Bolt mercenaries was on display on her shoulder, and though she was the only remaining member it still had a reputation that she intended to uphold. She removed her goggles and brushed her hair back from her clearly pointed ears. The elf was not of the typical magical variety, but raised in a rough and technologically advanced societies. She ordered a drink called a Hat Trick and turned to look at the occupants of the bar.