Name

Emia Marksman


Nickname

Emmy, Mia, Mia the Model



Alias

Her name is an alias, for her boss, Simon Murphy, long ago erased all memory of her real name: Corren Alastar.



Age

17 years, 8 months



Species

Human with implanted machinery (Cyborg)



Race

American



Orientation

Straight



Description

At 5'9", Emia is tall and slim, weighing an almost unnatural 110 pounds. Her hair, thick, short, and layered into a perfectly orderly mess that frames her pale, symmetrical face. Her skin is a pale, cream color, perfectly flawless against her incredibly bright green eyes. Yes, the plastic surgeons that went to work on her blessed her with incredible, perfect, even supermodel type beauty. Her only flaw, however, is the side of her face. Thin white circuit boards beneath the skin are visible down the side of her cheek, though this is rarely visible under her make-up.

Photos

http://blackfantastix.deviantart.com/ar%20...%20-158497590

http://blackfantastix.deviantart.com/ar%20...%20-157655966

http://blackfantastix.deviantart.com/ar%20...%20-143175837

http://blackfantastix.deviantart.com/ar%20...%20-140077219

Personality

Her personality however, is not perfect. Her mind has been a mess ever since the Accident. She has anxiety attacks for no reason, as well as phases of depression, hyperactivity, and just plain emotionallness. Besides this she really has no idea what her personality is, because every time she seems to finally understand, they put her on a new round of drugs or stimulants that change it all again.



Clothes/Armor

She wears whatever is needed for her missions, mostly undercover as she specializes in undercover work for her boss. For this mission, her clothes are mostly a mix of vintage designer ensembles with a bit of street-smart clothes too, all made to flatter her perfect size 4 figure.



Equipment

Her mind is her strongest equipment, and unlike most hers is literal. She can do almost all the functions of a 2010 computer that is built into her very mind, meaning she can simply think commands into the computer and see the screen without it even being there. As well, she has a cell-phone like system implanted into her, meaning she can contact the MurCORP if needed, and her contact, Iota, can speak commands into her mind and read her thoughts when he is present. She also has a built in electric shocker, which her superiors can trigger remotely if she disobeys them.

Her bones, themselves, were removed, replaced with ultra light titanium that house the many cables that run through her body. As for her internal organs, her circulatory and respiratory systems are still in place and function, but her digestive system was removed in favor for a bio-alternative system that runs off of either Green Fusion or Solar Power.

Her joints are all equipped with nano-motors, tiny motors that send out electric pulses into her muscles and nerves, making them move with 4x the speed and efficiency of normal movement. The downfall of this is doing it for an extended period of times gives her migraines. The use of nano-motors is usually optional, but her bosses back at MurCORP could stimulate them and take control of her body if they wanted to.

Her eyesight is linked to a facial recognition scanner, so within seconds of laying eyes on someone, she can pull up the file for them on her mental computer, and instantly know as much about them as is in the database.



Weapons

The sides of her fifth finger bones are razor sharp beneath the surface, coated in a easily broken material to make it impossible to tell until she were to bring a strong open-handed chop down on you, where the sabot would break and the razor would cut into your flesh Her elbows are the same way. (Note: The 'Sabot' material would not break unless she was using her full human strength, or any nano-motors)





Skills

She is above all, skilled in lying. Seeing as she can imitate almost any accent, blend into even the most diverse crowd, and cause even a smart empathetic to feel her portrayed emotions, it is clear this is a mastered art for her.

As well, she has an intermediate knowledge of Karate, Tai Kwan Do, and Jujitsu, and is also fluent in French, Spanish, and Japanese.



Abilities

Due to the genetic manipulation and enhancing from MurCORP, Emia has gained the following traits:

o Truth-sight, meaning she can observe people's body language, pulse, and etc with great accuracy, making her essentially a human lie detector.

o Tele-Cyber, meaning she can mentally connect with machines and control them; the downside to this is that it drains her power greatly the more she does it.



Birth Place/Area of Residence

She has no memory of her birthplace, and is currently living in a small apartment in NYC.



Family Tree

She has no memory of them, MurCORP having removed them. Her boss, Mr. Murphy, tells her he saved her from a horrible car accident, cyborgificating her to save her life. However, with her Truth-sight, she can tell this is not fully true. No
one else knows this.



Alliance

She was with the Hackers until the company MurCORP stole her memory, and now she works for them.



Occupation

Undercover agent and assassin for Mr. Simon Murphy, president of MurCORP

History

She has no definite memory of it, but it is clear to her body was badly injured when she was sixteen. Murphy tells her it was a bad hovercar accident, but she can tell it's something else. Either way, Murphy did save her life after the Accident, and she feels indebted to him with her life.

Bio

Roughly 1-Year Ago



It was six AM, and eerily silent at the MurCORP facility on the day that forever altered the course of a single girl's life. She didn't know they would catch her, she didn't know what they would do to her. Sure, as any good sabotage knows there are risks, but she was never one to take them seriously. The compound was eerily silent, the electrified fence surrounding it pulsing a dull gray in the hazy morning light. Everything was quiet, hazed and sleepy. Well, everything but the Girl.



Her footsteps pounded silently across the grass, staying perfectly within the limits of the building's shadow. She wore all black, tight laser-refractive material covering her from her neck to her feet. On her head she wore what looks like a more form fitting and less bulky motorbike helmet, but as a map of the building she was breaking into blinked to life on her visor you would know this was much more sophisticated equipment.



A piercing squeal burst through the compound, causing a low hum from inside the building as the security searched for the source. The Girl however, was hardly distracted as she used the noise to mask breaking open an old, long ago forgotten air duct. Small in stature, the girl easily slid into the duct, crawling through as the computer screen inside her helmet told her where to go. She was a rare breed, a hacker sworn to destroy the Government, but that was common enough. No, what made her different was the fact that rather than work from afar, like the other hackers, she actually broke into the buildings. Of course it was risky, but she had taken down seven agents so far and was proud of her record.



"Check the ducts!" A male voice with a strange metallic quality called out to another. The Girl cringed, stopping in her crawl to frantically think commands into her wearable. She had come so far, not to lose here! No, she couldn't! However, she already knew she had as piercing white light blocked out all vision and thought.



---------Seven---Months---Later---------



The Girl woke up, hazy and confused as if in a dream. She heard whirring from every direction, and as she opened her eyes, sudden bright light assaulted her. She was in a hospital bed, with an IV and what looked to be electrical cables running into her arms. She knew she should be worried, but she was so sleepy. This is where she blacked out once more.



"Wake up." The voice pounded into her dream, coming from every direction. It was firm and assertive, but she couldn't place a quality to it. It was just there, like a thought. She jolted awake anyway, looking around her tiny hospital-like room and seeing no one. Where was she? Everything was fuzzy and her head hurt. "Stop whining. I need to talk to you." It spoke again, coming from nowhere but her.. mind.



"Who are you?" She finally stammered, her voice smooth and lilting. It reminded her of a singer's voice, though she couldn't remember ever hearing a singer. Couldn't remember anything. She tried to sit up, only to be assaulted by more pain and a soft whirring sound of machinery. She didn't understand it then, and perhaps you do not understand it now. So I will make it a bit easier. The whirring was coming from inside her.



"You will call me Iota, and you are Emia." Emia. It sounded somehow.. right to the girl. Not as if it really was her name, but as if it should be. The Girl was now Emia. The voice seemed to pause for her thoughts, and then continued. "You are sixteen years old, and your mission is to help us eliminate the hackers." It sounded right too, so why did she suddenly feel queasy? "You are a intricate, efficient, expensive machine." His words were not flattery, but as he spoke the last ones she almost said them to herself in a mixture of shock and wonder. "You are a cyborg."



Then it was gone, leaving Emia alone with her thoughts in the hospital room. alone with her thoughts and her fears. Slowly and analytically, she went over the things she knew for facts. She knew some of it was a lie, she just did. Call it intuition; call it deducted reasoning by a computer, she did. She knew that the Government was in an unofficial war against the hackers. She didn't know which side was good and which bad, or which side she had been before the cyborgification. Emia growled softly to herself at the mechanical whirring in her head as she thought. It was in her head, she was sure only she could hear it. Oh, and one more thing she knew. They could erase memories.