Description
Real Name: Addyson "Addie" Richards.
Code Name: None.
Visual Age: 18ish.
Factual Age: 24.
Height: 5'8.
Weight: 132.
Gender: Female.
Species: Human; as far as she knows. Isn't exactly sure on her origins.
Place of Birth: Unknown. Grew up in New York Sky-Center.
Regular Appearance: Addyson is rather delicate looking. Her skin is somewhat pale and smooth and almost free of blemishes, despite the several random scars adorning her body and the light dusting of freckles on her nose. Her build is small, and she's definitely petite, though it's obvious she has some tone to her muscles. She has very defined cheekbones, and a pointed chin. Addie's eyes are a magnificent, vibrant blue and her medium length hair is a brown-auburn color. On her wrist is the infinity symbol, which she tells everyone is a tattoo - but she's had it since she was a baby.
Hero/Villain Appearance: Doesn't wear costume.
Identity: Public.
Faction: WEAPON.
Powers: Her supernatural power is that of healing. Addyson can place her hands on any wound, be it a gun shot, stabbing, broken bone, concussion...etc or something internal, i.e., a poisoning, flu, internal bleeding...and the list goes on. The more difficult it is to heal, the more energy it takes, and the more tired she is when she's done. If she were to mend a broken bone, she'd need a few minutes rest before even thinking about doing anything else. However, if she were to heal a scratch? Though it would take some energy, it wouldn't take enough to have affect on her. She can also use these powers on herself.
It's hard to say if this is a power, or just a natural talent, but Addie is an excellent fighter. Excellent is sort of an understatement, though. You learn very fast not to make Addyson Richards mad. She can do some serious damage. Her fighting abilities rival the best of the best. She's at her best when fighting hand-to-hand, but is also very capable with swords and knives.
Weapons/Equipment: Her only weapons are a single sword strapped across her back and several knives hidden on her person.
Other Abilities: Addie has terrible social skills, and never knows what to say. She often offends people, though she doesn't mean to, and tends to be very blunt.
Weaknesses: Weapons that require aim. She never could shoot a gun straight.
Source of Powers Unknown.
Vehicle: Living in NYC, one doesn't need a car. Addyson usually walks, but does a own a bike.
Home/Base: Addie lives in a small apartment in New York Central, alone.
Personality: Addyson Richards is somewhat shy, but not to the extent where she can't talk to someone she doesn't know. Everything she does is calculated and thought out. She's very meticulous and is terrified of failing. Her mind is constantly working, breaking down everything around her, examining all the details. Addie doesn't have many friends, what with her lack of social skills, but she's terribly loyal and perhaps a little too trusting. She's isn't the humorous type, though she does smile from time to time, but laughing is rare. Addie doesn't deal well with teasing, and takes everything said about/to her very personal. She can't stand drama, secrecy, broken promises or arguing, and has been known to simply get up and walk out when things get heated. Her only real relationship ending very badly, Addie is a definite commitment-phobe.
History: Addyson was placed on the doorstep of an orphanage in NYSC, the only things with her a wedding ring and a note that read "Addison Marie Richards. Born August 23rd, 2033." Addison wears the ring on a chain around her neck, and the note is in a box with several other personal items beneath her bed. She was never adopted, though she did reside in a few foster homes. During her teen years, she was knocked around a little bit, but never truly abused. Her childhood wasn't that bad, but she doesn't like to talk about it. In her mind, the past is the past. Gone. Done. Over.
Other Facts: None.
Theme Song: None at the moment. Will update if I think of one.
So begins...
I saw old Addyson Richards park herself behind me. I was trying to charge my phazer to return fire, but as soon as the shooting stopped, I looked out and saw Matt give the shooter a hard, nicely executed kick to the face. He bounced off of the side of the van and, upon further inspection, it seemed that there was a lull in the fighting. WEAPON had taken control of the situation. I stood up, let the visor of my helmet slip back automatically so my face was shown encased in my helmet, and turned around to Addyson.
"You might wanna check on that fella my pard just standing-kicked. If his nosebone ain't in his brain pan, help him out and get him on his feet, we need to detain these guys." I began to walk off, but turned back at the last second. "By the way, I appreciate your response time; you're really quick on the draw. We get in a real melee, you'll do just fine. I'd like to see one of them swords rip open a bad guy sometime." I tapped her politely on the shoulder before running off toward Matt.
"How we looking, kemosabe?"
Matt took a quick sweep around the area before retracting his visor to look at me.
"All the suspects are down, Johnny. I think we picked up a couple of detainees, send them off for processing when the clean-up arrives."
"Jackie okay?"
"Yeah, she's off bossing somebody around."
In fact, Jackie was helping a little boy tie his shoe. There were some scared families scattered about the highway that had decided to hunker down in their vehicles once the fighting started, and she was assisting in encouraging them to go home, or in the cases of those hurt or that had endured some type of vehicular damage, to file a report with NYC.
"Where's Blankie?"
"Interviewing the driver. Apparently, he wasn't part of the heist, he was just some guy."
"Alright, go help your sister."
I walked in the direction of Point Blank, where the obviously nervous driver was trying to spit out every explanation that he knew.
"Pointy, what's happening with the driver? You find anything out?"
Meanwhile, static crashed over the radio waves. Matt would be the first to hear it with the wavelength-enhancing Operator technology in his suit, and he heard grumblings of a bank robbery in progress. He immediately opened up a comm with his sister.
"Jackie, you hearing what I'm hearing?"
"About what?"
"Something about a bank robbery. Shit," He switched his frequency, opening up lines with all members of WEAPON, both field agents and in-house. "Anybody have information on a bank robbery? I'm getting reports about shots fired, can anyone figure it out?"