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Ciel Valentia
I am a faint whisper, a roaring thunder. I am the end, I am your fate. What about my fate? My fate is with CARD, and I am whatever they want me to be.
I was a monster, and CARD looked for monsters like me. CARD approached me when I was 16, how they managed to do so is still fascinates me, though now it is no mystery. You can scoff all you like, after all, who could picture a 16 year old teenager to be a so called ‘monster’? As much of a monster I am now, I maintain restraint and self-control. The goal of my ‘training’ and ‘education’ wasn’t to turn me into an emotionless cold-blooded killer; it was to teach me that sometimes it’s fine to solve a problem without killing.
Anyway, I was raised in the Coruscant Underworld. Once again, you can argue with me that you may have grown up in a ‘rougher’ neighbourhood but still didn’t turn out like I did. That’s correct, however, believe me when I say that whoever made it out of that hell-hole would have turned ‘unique’ in their own way. You can describe it as thieves stealing from thieves, and murderers killing murderers. Only the fittest survived, not the most powerful, and even those who feel that they have secured their position in their niche they are often surprised to find themselves swept away in the chaos a moment later.
I didn’t have parents, just like the other countless orphans in the Underworld. Even if you don’t believe me, trust me when I say that being young is an advantage. We grouped together, the other orphans and I. We fought together, we argued, we survived. Together, with me at the helm, we defeated our opponents, and our names began to be uttered in fear.
That was when I let my guard down. My ‘second in command’ had done well in obtaining support for himself. I found out about the attempt at my life of course, but in terms of numbers of people on each side, it was split dead even. I won, again, but it was a pointless victory. I had lost my ability to lead, and our enemies knew that we were only a shadow of what we had been. As ridiculous as it sounded, I wanted a fresh start, and it meant that anyone who knew me had to disappear…
Once again, my incompetence shown through again. The killings were too similar, and I had grabbed unwanted attention. I was captured, but not by the police. When I regained my orientation, they finally approached me. CARD, full of opportunities and they were offering a handsome pay at that. I gladly accepted of course, but it was hardly that simple. I was lead to a changing-room of sorts, and I received a blue tattoo on my left cheek. I was outfitted with a set of black armour. The most memorable feature was definitely the gas mask that came along with the set.
Apparently I wasn’t alone. To distinguish between myself and the others, a seemingly fluorescent blue mark in the same shape as my tattoo was painted onto the back of my helmet. The others had similar treatments, albeit with different shapes and colours. I had no clue what was to happen, but it was clearly a test or training of sorts. I wondered if there were limited spots offered. I was explicably warned to keep my hands off the others unless I was asked to, so it hardly a test of simple brutality.
My memories of initiation and training mostly escapes me for some reason, but I do know that I had done well. They knew I had the toughness of mind, they knew that I was willing to do anything. What was required of me was temperament and self-control. The sick tasks they had me do were done without complaint. In fact, I relished it. I proved myself in whatever way necessary. Whether it was assassinations, guarding something, ‘reminding’ other businesses of our presence. Anything.
And finally, finally I was rewarded. I had secured my entrance into the Omega program, something others might dread. What an honour, and what a gift. Oh, the pain was more than anything I had ever experienced certainly, but not once did I doubt my intents. And now, here I am. I have my gifts, and I can assure you that they are better than anything I could ever have hoped for. Now, I continue to honour my allegiance.
I am an Omega. I will be the end.
Data
Name: Ciel Valentia
Codename: Ultima
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Height: 5ft 7
Weight: 125 pounds
Eye Colour: Synthetic Purple
Hair Colour: Blonde
Skin: Pale white
Force sensitive: No
Gear
Ciel normally utilizes the Scout Sniper’s kit, which can be seen in CARD Gear. She also normally uses the T90 Enhanced Marksman’s Rifle.
Weapons (Other than the above listed)
-3x M40 HE-DP Fragmentary Grenades
-2x EMP Grenade, 10M Radius
-1x Flashbang Grenade
-1x Smoke Grenade, 150 second burn time
-3x 7.5 inch Combat Vibroblades, one at the small of her back, one on her shoulder, one in her left boot.
-T91 Repeater Pistol
- XM14 ‘Noblesse’ Gunblade
XM14 ‘Noblesse’ Gunblade
The XM14 Noblesse is a truly novel weapon. It is a transforming weapon with two discernable forms. The first form is that of a rather large blaster pistol roughly equivalent to a carbine in firepower. The second form is that of a longsword with a single cutting face. A series of electric motors power the complex series of motions required to transform the weapon from a gun to a blade and back again; to initiate this change, all the user has to do is flick a switch on the grip of the weapon.
The blaster’s power pack, which not only provides munitions for the blaster but also energy for the transformation procedure, is contained within the grip. A pair of flexible armored power conduits connect the pack to what is essentially two separate blaster pistols, one on either side of the blade. When the weapon is in gun mode, the sharp side of the blade is tucked safely inside the weapon with the dull edge facing up, and the two barrels of the blaster lay on either side of the blade. A laser sight is included to provide accuracy, and the back of the blade is shaped in such a way that it functions as iron sights.
The blade itself is made out of cortosis, making it useful for lightsaber sparring. The blasters boast a high rate of fire, around 800RPM per barrel, allowing it to lay down an absolutely blistering field of fire. Unfortunately, the power pack only contains enough energy for 30 shots and each successive shot is more and more inaccurate. Therefore, users of the Noblesse are advised to restrict their rate of fire to short bursts and single shots.
Tools
-Specialized Datapad with Auto-Hack Software
-Fusion Cutter
-Clear fishing wire
-Small tool kit
-Duct Tape
-Instant Glue
-Remote Detonator and 10 tiny explosive charges
All Gear (Other than Gunblade) is listed in this thread.
Roleplays:
Behold; a Monument to All your Sins.
Aces High
