Adain Morrison

My Name: Beca

Name: Adain Morrison

Sex: Female

Mate:

Species: Human

Height: 5ft 3in

Weight: 120lbs

Age: 22

Age in Appearance: 19

Hair Color: Brunette

Eye Color: Silvery Blue

Skin Color: Lightly Tan

Personality: Adain walks like she owns the world. She isn't afraid to tell you what for and where to stick it. She has a bit of a temper but is mostly a funny person to be around. She can be a bit of a flirt but knows when enough is enough. She may not look it but she is a strong hand to hand fighter and knows quite a bit about explosives. She does sometimes act all innocent and really lay it on thick to get out of trouble but for the most part never gets caught.

Weakness: Human death and abandonment issues

Profession: Bomb expert

Weapons: Hand made bombs, Hapkido and chakram

Armor: Leather armor

Items: Bomb making items, wet stone, leather bag and several other bomb related things

Skills: Demolitions and their disarmament, Hapkido and chakram fighting abilities

Picture:


Her tattoo on her right inner thigh:

Stats:
Fighting: Remarkable
Agility: Excellent
Strength: Typical
Endurance: Good
Reasoning: Good
Intuition: Excellent
Psyche: Excellent


Biography:

So, where do I begin?

Ah, yes, you want to know about me~ Well, let's start at the begining, I came from a pretty well off family and I was their only child. My parents would by me anything I wanted so I suppose you could say I am spoiled~ But I don't think I am.

Well, by the age of 6 I had seen the most amazing thing that forever changed my life...an explosion. It was maginficent, perfect and oh so addictive. It was Ling's Chinese Resturant down the street from our house. I was in utter shock for about...ten seconds when I said in a very unlady like fashion, "COOOOL!" Well, soon I bought every book they had on explosives and even a book on how to make them from house hold items. I memorized them and refused to give up until I had it all in my head. I even had good grades in school even with my exciting past time.

It all changed though...my dad got transfered to another department on my 17th birthday and he went into work one day...to never come home. I...I couldn't believe it. I was shocked and bewildered. He just went missing not a single sign of him at all. Me and my mom had to get jobs to pay the bills. We didn't mind but...we did miss my dad.

Several years passed and more and more disappearances started to spring up. People started acting odd and irrational while others just didn't seem to notice. It was puzzling. Well, I went to my favorite place to read, the woods and I heard something.

What am I forgetting...OH! Yeah, you wanna know about all my fighting skillz~ Well, as a child my parents thought it best to take me to karate and stuff. I never really got into it or anything and most the time would skip and head off down the street to the adult fight club they held in an alley. Dude, it was wicked awesome. I would climb up on some boxes and look over the fence. I eventually got caught though by a really tall guy. He was cool! He was like all old and looked so frail but was like a master fighter. He knew the fighting style of Hapkido and he taught me~ Ain't I special~ ^^

Well, we didn't tell my parents about it since that would just make them angry. Some strange man teaching your only daughter? Yeah, didn't think they would like it either so, we would meet in the alley, practice and be back in time for my parents to pick me up. They never really asked me why I never competed or talked to my sensei. Thankfully, it would have been hard to explain to them, huh?