Post by sabrinam on Aug 25, 2010 21:56:19 GMT -8
Sabrina Mason
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Sabrina Mason
( Nickname )[/color] None
( Age )[/color] 17
( Birthdate )[/color] December 12
( Sex )[/color] Female
( Hometown )[/color] New York, New York
( Class )[/color] Junior
( Sexuality )[/color] Straight
( Played By )[/color] Demi Lovato
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Superhuman Intelligence: Can do rapid calculations in her head, along with storing large amounts of information.
Superhuman Perception: She can see all changes in movement or placement even if very slight. Also, if she focuses her perception of time slows down allowing her to react faster. (Like an adrenaline rush)
Gun Kata: (Not a power, but an application of her powers) Styleistic martial arts in the use of using guns. She can in her head, analyze the situation then dodge bullets based on probability and hit people based on probability without looking.
( Type of Power )[/color] Mental
( Weakness )[/color] Physically very weak. Without her guns, she can only dodge, but can't fight back.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Good
( Personality )
Born in a secret society, from day 1 Sabrina was taught how to control her emotions, and how to wield firearms. Trained as a killing machine, she soon found that she quickly rose above the other children in the facility she was born in. She figured out rapidly that she was being trained to be a soldier, a mindless peon for the organization. So one day, during live firearms training, Sabrina escaped, not killing anyone in her wake. Keeping with her the two firearms (modified to hit with nonlethal shots) she found her to California. Unoffically adopted by a blind man, she learned to love and live a normal life. Soon realizing she had a gift, she left to Oceanside. Here for her third year, Sabrina is still honing her skills.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Mastery of weapons and modern warfare, high metabolism
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] Tendency to eat more than she should, to where she groans and lies around. Has giggle fits at times.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] The Facility she escaped from, doesn't tell anyone about it, they're actually attempting to track her down.
( Reputation )[/color] Caring and loving, to everyone. But if her friends are in danger or hurt, she immediately switches to emotionless, and will stop at nothing to protect her friends.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Unknown
( Father )[/b][/color] Unknown
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Unknown
( Any Other)[/b][/color] Grey DelMont. 53. Blind, and took care of Olivia. A father to her.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/b][/color]Black Scion Tc
( Phone )[/b][/color] iPhone 4
( Music )[/b][/color] Phone doubles as one
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] Necklace given to her by Gray, wears it 24/7. Non lethal pistols with ammunition belt.
(Sample)
She stared wistfully into the sea. Thoughts crossed her mind, working through her, intertwining her heart. She chuckled, she felt like this much too often for her own taste. Slowly taking a short step forward, she lowered herself down onto the edge of the rocky incline, and took in the breeze. The salty air felt nice, it always has, ever since she was little. One of the few things carried from her childhood, ever since she took up this life.
This life of secrets, a life of not being who she was. She treasured moments like this, when she didn’t have to worry about anything, no covers, no secrets. Just her and her own thoughts. She mulled over the lingering thoughts, the thoughts of how it would be if she hadn’t chosen this life. To settle down, with a certain boy she had met only over a year or two. She chuckled again, if he ever knew she was considering it, he’d have a heart attack.
No, she couldn’t have that. He was far too valuable. To the world, to the government, to her. This secret would be locked away, along with every other personal memory that could be used against her. But before she locked them up, she whispered four words, hoping they’ll be carried on the wind, drifting off to who knows where.
I love you Chuck.
This life of secrets, a life of not being who she was. She treasured moments like this, when she didn’t have to worry about anything, no covers, no secrets. Just her and her own thoughts. She mulled over the lingering thoughts, the thoughts of how it would be if she hadn’t chosen this life. To settle down, with a certain boy she had met only over a year or two. She chuckled again, if he ever knew she was considering it, he’d have a heart attack.
No, she couldn’t have that. He was far too valuable. To the world, to the government, to her. This secret would be locked away, along with every other personal memory that could be used against her. But before she locked them up, she whispered four words, hoping they’ll be carried on the wind, drifting off to who knows where.
I love you Chuck.
