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Stryfe

The current leader of the Invictus, known for her prowess as a tactician.

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

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The current head of the Invictus known for her tactical prowess and polyamorous love life.


Real Name: Fatin Alfarsi.
Alias: Stryfe.
Allegiance: The Invictus.
Sex: Female.
Race: Saudi national of Chinese/Lebanese/Persian descent.
Age: 33.
Height: 5'10".
Weight: 183 lbs.
Appearance: Stryfe is a tall Middle Eastern woman who appears to be in her late 20s with an athletic build. Often her long black hair is tied up, never allowed to hang loosely on or around her shoulders. The woman's brown skin is seemingly without blemish, save for the several visible scars on the left corner of her mouth and cheek.

When visible, one can see that her back is completely covered in a single large tattoo of angel wings.

Personality: While she is very soft-spoken and good humored, one should not take that as a sign of weakness. Fatin is anything but weak. The woman has a strong will and a low tolerance for bullies. She takes a casual stance in regards to sex, frequently showing off her seductive nature towards men and women alike.

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Personal History: (at least two paragraphs)
Occupation: CEO of the Invictus PMC.
Family:
Fahim Alfarsi - Father.
Maryam Alfarsi - Mother; deceased.

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So begins...

Stryfe's Story

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Stryfe slipped into the bar as she usually did, ten members of the Invictus' Custodis Benevolentia following the Middle Eastern women closely. She was dressed in her black paramilitary uniform, her modified Colt M4A1 in hand as usual, her various sidearms holstered in plain sight. "Ila al-ya-meen." Stryfe said to the mercenaries, holding up three fingers. "Ila al-ya-saar." She continued, still with three fingers up. Because of her words, six of the mercenaries would begin moving. Three taking up positions on the right side of the bar, and the other three on the opposite side. "Li nadħhab." She then said, moving further into the bar with the remaining Invictus soldiers.

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Stryfe raised a hand, prompting the Invictus mercenaries to stop. "I'll be back." The woman told them, soon letting her hands go free of her weapon for it to rest on her stomach. She then began her way towards Tahira, upon reaching the woman she would incline her head respectfully. "As salaamu alaikum." She said, having recognized the woman from previous visits. So she knew that like her, she was from the Middle East.

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Stryfe cleared her throat, "I am Fatin Alfarsi, leader of the Custodis Benevolentia of the clan Invictus." Stryfe told Tahira, "I have been given the alias, Stryfe. But, you do not have to use that name if you do not wish it." She continued, looking Tahira over for a moment. "And, you are, if I may?"

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Stryfe nodded, waving a dismissive hand towards Tahira. "You are of yourself. Independent." Stryfe told Tahira, "Tell me..." She said, all the while gesturing to a seat near the other woman, asking for permission to sit. "Why would you, one who does not seem to be like these others, come to such a place?" Stryfe continued, trying to think of many reasons why Tahira was in Gambit's.

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Stryfe nodded as she sat beside the older woman, "I have heard that before." Stryfe said with a quiet chuckle, "I guess there is something about this place. I have yet to find that something to bring me back other than orders from The Eyes, so far." The mercenary leader rolled her shoulders back slowly. "It was suggested that I come here more often to be social. That has rarely worked in my favor. Has it for you?"

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Stryfe looked at the device on her wrist as it began beeping, "I can't speak on behalf of my clan, but if you need any help with any enemies, you have my name. I am easy to find." Stryfe said as she stood up, "I must be off for now. Duty calls." Fatin told Tahira, "Goodbye, Tahira Ali. I am eager to see you again in the future."

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Stryfe began into the bar, her usual black combat gear and light armor present as usual. Along with her Colt M4 carbine and her mercenary soldiers, the Custodis Benevolentia. They followed in behind her numbering in at twelve and carried the same weapon as Stryfe, they were dressed in their usual black armor and other gear as well. "Remember your ordes." Fatin said to the mercenaries, her words prompting them to spread out around the bar. Stryfe herself remained near the exit, watching everyone.

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Stryfe decided to finally move once more, starting to make her way from the front entrance, only see Cally. What luck. No, really. This must have been Stryfe's lucky day. With one gesture, the Custodis Benevolentia and Stryfe began towards Cally. All except one, who slid outside to retrieve Stryfe's blade. "Hello." Strfye said to Cally.

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Stryfe raised a hand, indicating that she wanted the Invictus to keep their distance. She then lowered her hand and looked Cally over, "Really now?" She asked, a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Well then, tell me, why isn't Boss' girl with him at the moment?" Fatin relaxed her posture, though her grip was still tight on the assault rifle she held. "Your people tend to like beaming people away that are close to members of the Invictus. I feel like... maybe we should take our frustrations out on you." Stryfe remained calm, letting her words hold no real seriousness, yet she didn't indicate that she wouldn't attack.

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Stryfe gestured towards Cally, four of the mercenaries moving to stand in front of the woman. They wanted to become a wall of sorts. "Now, we're going to sit down and have a nice drink. Do you like alcohol?" Fatin asked Cally, her words holding the same odd tone that Kroger's would hold when he was up to something... devious. "And, we're going to talk."

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Stryfe sat herself down beside Cally, swinging her rifle so that it rested on her back."Besides, if we were to do anything to you. It'd be over by the time the marines get in here. It'd be... a win." Stryfe said indifferently, letting her gaze move to Terrian. "She has all the help she needs. She is employing us."

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Stryfe shook her head, "When faced with certain kinds of individuals. Decapitation and spreading and/or burning of the severed parts is Invictus protocol." Stryfe said, as if she was reciting from some kind of handbook or manual. "Uh... anyways. We just wants some information. I'm sure you know something. Overheard what your people may want with the one named... Sophia."

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Stryfe nodded once. "You can go." Fatin told Cally, "But... remember, as long as... the man, Raphael, as long as he is your... husband. You will be a target, your murder at our hands will serve to push the plans of the Invictus further."

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Stryfe nodded her head, "Maybe you should. Wing City, at this point, it is the Devil's playground. And, the Invictus play on the swings, the slides, and we control the sandbox." Stryfe said to Cally, "If I see you around, I promise that you will not be harassed. At least, not by me and mine. The others within the clan, I cannot speak for."

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Stryfe stood up, beckoning for Cally to come over to her. "I want you to hear this clearly." Fatin told Cally, "Because, I'm only going to say this once." The Middle Eastern woman and her Invictus soldiers back towards Cally at a moderate pace. "We don't make empty threats. If you think that we do. How about I give you ten seconds before I, myself, beat the shit out of you?" Fatin said, "Allah, forgive me for my language."

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Stryfe sighed, pulling her assault rifle from her back. She would then hold it out to a mercenary for him to take. Soon after, a female member of the Invictus would hold out a sheathed scimitar, Stryfe grabbing the hilt of the blade. "You have five seconds to leave this place." She said simply.

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Stryfe sat on the hood of her car, a black four door sedan. Some kind of Chrysler. The Middle Eastern woman had her assault rifle sprawled out across her lap and a cellphone in hand. "Okay... 3... 6... 3..." She said as she dialed those exact numbers along with a few more, she would then put her phone to her left ear. "Izu, wake up." Fatin said, only to get no answer. Either Izumi had left, was busy, or his phone had died.

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Stryfe got fed up with waiting for Izumi to answer his phone, so she opted to stand up and make her way into the bar. Upon entering though, the Middle Eastern woman would make a face. She needed a cigarette or something. Or, seem weed. Either or. Again, she would raise her phone to her ear. Pressing redial and trying to call Izumi's cellphone once more.

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Stryfe looked to Danica and raised an eyebrow. Who was this little girl with Boss' coat and phone? Fatin made a face, not because of some jealously. But, because she was protective of Izumi these days. She had seen his older choices in women, even if he didn't remember, she did. She rubbed the scar on her face and soon began towards Danica. "Excuse me...?" Fatin asked, "Tell me... where'd you get those things?"