Punished Rexus
Vera Nicole Shannersy
[SIZE=9pt]OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Intent: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Third member of incoming commando unit. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Image Credit:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ComingSoon.net[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Role:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Squad scout and squad tough nut. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]PHYSICAL INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Age: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]24[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Force Sensitivity:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Non-Force User[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Species:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Cybernetically Enhanced Human. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Appearance: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]From the waist up, Vera Shannersy looks relatively normal. She carries herself upright, with the posture and propriety of one of the elite. Her hair is always cut short, with some platinum blonde bangs hanging in front of her face. Her skin is tanned, and her face would be quite something, were it not for the hideous burn mark. A faded, deep brown, which changes the texture of her skin from a silky smooth, to that of crisped leather. The burn mark extends as far down as her jaw line, and all the way up, till the edge of her eye socket. Her deep green eyes are piercing, and because of the steroids she takes to keep up her strength, are often bloodshot. Vera is a petite, yet well muscled woman, standing at four foot, five inches without her legs, and five foot ten with them on. Vera’s body extends down to her thighs, which are constantly raw, from both the wounds which ravaged her body, and the harsh contact of metal on tender skin.
Her mechanical legs aren’t conventional. While most were designed for use with war veterans, and let those ravaged by war live out happy lives, these prosthetics are those of a warrior. Built from a light weight carbon and durasteel alloy. They don’t look vaguely human, and instead appear to be alien, designed to be able to assist her agility. They’re a matte grey, but one distinguishing feature is found on the calf of the left leg. Inscribed on the side is the Gundark Gunner label, with the quote, “Always remembered and never forgotten, keep kicking it out there ~ The Boys.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] Another source of cybernetics on Vera is her left hand, upon which her thumb, index and ring finger were all blown off and replaced with cybernetics. These are skeletal in nature, a visage Vera encouraged in order to appear like she’d crawled up from a grave and now roamed the Galaxy. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· SOCIAL INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Vera Nichole Shannersy [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Nickname:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Kicks or Fleshface.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Theme: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]She's My Collar, Gorillaz Ft. Kali Uchis[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Loyalties: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The First Order, Rexus Wenck. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Wealth:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Destitute. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Notable Possessions:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] A pair of running shoes, far too small for her; The last thing her father gave her. Several bottles of Corellian ale and a set of Coruscanti designer lingerie. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Skills:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Vera is a veteran scout and rifleman, able to adapt to any and all situations which may arise. She was, and still is a great athlete, specialising in sprinting, something that comes into play even more now with her cybernetics. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Personality: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Vera is a complex woman in desperate need of counselling. Although she’s outwardly vindictive, and cold, it’s a façade she puts up. She has issues regarding losing people, and being a drag on the unit. Because of this, she often acts out, feeling she’s the weak link, She feels deeply for her companions, seeing them as more family than comrades in arms. But given her track record with both family, and partners, she’s very protective of them, fiercely loyal to the end. Although she can be abrasive, and sadistic when she wants to, in the battlefield she’s the professional. While others enjoying taunting, and bantering, she prefers to get the job done, no fuss. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· COMBAT INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Weapon of Choice:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] F-11D Blaster Rifle[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Combat Function: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Vera’s a pathfinder first and foremost. She’ll often be found on battlefields, either leading the charge against enemy positions, performing recon, or performing vanguard duty in a retreat. Her extensive training in the realm of reconnaissance means that she usually enjoys operating independently of major troop movements, and working in either the flanks, or not attached to formations. Despite her nature as an independent operator, Kicks does enjoy working as apart of a team, and can command squadrons. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]In terms of combat ability, Vera is a hardened veteran, having fought in over a dozen engagement zones. Her tour of duty rivals even that f the Republic’s 501st. Vera personally prefers the feel of the F-11D Blaster rifle, due to its light weight, limited recoil and steady rate of fire. She’s a capable grenadier, though after her experiences in the First Order-Galactic Alliance War, she stays away from thermal detonators. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]In a squad on squad confrontation, she likes to get the edge on enemies, performing flanking manoeuvres. Using her cybernetics as a tool for that. Vera is no stranger to front on confrontations, diving in and out of cover to distract hostile fire from friendlies. Her trigger finger, now a robotic edition, is more itchy than ever. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]HISTORICAL INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Vera Nichole Shannersy was a Dosuun girl, born in the outer suburbs Victoria City, the middle child of three. Her parents were lower middle class. Her father, Deckard Shannersy tried his best to provide for the family in a munitions factory, and her mother, Gloria Shannersy doted upon her children. Vera’s childhood was one of exploration, and the young girl would often venture out into the garden and the forests with her siblings. Vera was a fathers girl from very early on. Deckard would often take his daughter out to the open fields of the provinces, where they’d play Huttball, and perform running races. From a very young age she showed a love of athleticism. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Deckard doted upon his daughter in ways he wouldn’t with his sons. He’d spend money buying sporting equipment for Vera to practice her running. Purchasing shoes, speedometers, and heart rate counters for his daughter. This earned Vera’s affection, and she would often wait everyday after school in the family’s front yard for the return of Deckard from the factory. After that, and dinner, she’d make her way to the local sporting field, and run races, and play more Huttball. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Vera’s athletic prowess won her friends in school, and she was considered “one of the boys”, an honorary title, given most were paralysed with a fear of cooties and other imagined diseases. Through her athleticism, she was selected to represent her school at district, and Dosuun-wide events in sports contests. Although she was always outpaced by other, more proficient runners, Vera still placed well in events like the sixteen kilometre cross country event, placing twelfth out of the three hundred starting runners. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]However, life would change for Vera in a way she could never imagine. One day, when she was eleven and a half years old. Vera returned home to find her mother in tears, and comforted by her older brother Niccail. Deckard wouldn’t be coming home today. A factory fire beginning in the munitions dump had seen an end to that.
Although the compensation from the factory was good money, it wouldn’t see them through to the end of the year, with rent dramatically rising and groceries becoming more expensive. Gloria tried to pick up the slack in the work department, and dusted off her resume in an attempt to enter Victoria’s competitive work scene. But that wouldn’t work out, her skills were too limited and weren’t needed in the economy. Niccail, having recently graduated university, went to work in Avalonia, sending pay packets back to the family. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. Gloria, seeing no end in sight, swallowed the bitter pill and joined the oldest trade, selling her body in attempt to keep debtors at bay.
This lead to a steady decline in her mental health, as her John’s began to get her addicted to spice, and alcohol. The stable home life that Vera was used to evaporated, and at thirteen she became something of a de-facto carer for her and her younger brother, Henrik. Vera and Henrik would often roam the streets, as Vera used to, returning home late enough to avoid the peak hour traffic through her mothers bedroom. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Although this wouldn’t spare them for too long. After two years of avoiding home, Vera and Henrik returned home to find their mother out of her mind on spice. A particularly aggressive customer didn’t take too kindly to being interrupted by Henrik, who went to his mother’s room, unawares that she was still operating. The customer, a violent drunk lashed out at the boy, and proceeded beat Henrik to death, slamming his head all within view of Vera.
Vera ran, and never looked back. She begged on the streets for about two weeks, and managed to make her way to Avalonia, to live with Niccail. At the time, Niccail ha cut off all ties with the family after hearing of his mother misappropriating his money to feed her addictions. When she arrived, she managed ti fund her brother, who was far from successful. An economic crisis had hit pre-First Order Dosuun hard, forcing redundencies. Niccail had managed to find work, and welcomed his sister initially, but forced her to get a job as a spike in rent hit.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Vera, much like her father managed to find a job in a factory, canning food. But at this time, she had developed somewhat, catching the eye of some of her fellow employees and most importantly her employer, the canneries manager, a married man about three times her age who thirsted for her. At first Vera resisted, and stood firm, not wanting to become like her mother. But as soon as her position in the factory was threatened, she relented. She needed the job. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Vera did what she needed to retain her job, and found her self-confidence plummeted. She had earned the moniker of “Factory Bike”, and other derogatory names. But there was one bright spark for her, Evan Leary, a young mechanic who worked in the cannery. Evan, a new hire caught Vera’s eye. He was handsome, softly spoken, and shy boy, a little older than Vera was. She was head over heels, and the two struck a rapport, a friendship, and a brief relationship. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The two would often see each other after work, with Evan often purchasing dinner for Vera, and the two spending their weekend. For the first time in years, Vera was happy. She found comfort in his optimism, and could confess her guilt, and inner demons to him. She and Evan often dreamed of escaping the factory, and the planet, living lavishly one some far flung tropical world. He would be a fisherman, and she a cook, and they’d have three children. That was what they wanted their life to be. The two agreed that as soon as they could afford it, they would leave Dosuun, and live somewhere, far from the factory and its insidious middle management. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The relationship was short, brief and sweet, but cut hideously short. The manager was a jealous man. Upon hearing of Evan and Vera’s relationship, he had Vera immediately fired. The manager would then enact his revenge on Vera, sabotaging a piece of machinery Evan was working on, causing an explosion, and the death for the young mechanic. The manager was later charged and found guilty for his crimes, and incarcerated. But that provided no solace. Evan was gone, and nothing could ever bring him back. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Vera, cast out with no options, followed down the footsteps of her mother, and began to sell herself now on Avalonia’s streets. For two years she walked the dark alleys, in search of customers, a broken spirit. She made enough to pay her share of the rent, but not enough to afford a ticket off the world. Most of her money would go back into her business expenses, and necessities like food. But that would soon end, and on her nineteenth birthday she was arrested by First Order stormtroopers for illegally soliciting business, and not registering to the Department of Health, as was necessary by law. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]But it was as she was being processed that Vera would find luck in the unlikeliest of ways. The officer in charge of processing, had in fact been one of her school teachers, and was surprised to find Vera. Rather than finding herself fined, and imprisoned, the arrests officer offered an ultimatum. Any convictions would be quashed, but Vera would have to find a way to turn her life around. Sensing a new opportunity at life, Vera accepted, and two days later signed up for recruitment. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Although there were plenty of jobs in the construction sector, Vera’s experiences in the cannery ad scarred her, and she found herself somewhat afraid of returning to that sort of environment. Basic training was a dream for Vera, who finally got to return to running after all these years. Because of her physical aptitude, she was picked by recruiters to be put in the 75th Reconnaissance Battalion as a pathfinder, a specialised type of trooper designed to run recon, outflank enemy units, blend into whatever environment they encountered and most importantly, operate independently from major army units.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The training was rigorous, and the teams selected to perform this sort of training were small, and because of that, they became intimate. Vera had never felt anything for any women, except for one, Captain Clara Vindar, her commanding officer. Although the rest of the team was tightknit, Vera felt a special affection for the captain, something that would soon be reciprocated. Clara knew it was wrong, but she still indulged Vera, and the two had a brief, yet bittersweet tryst. It began during an intimate moment between the two, during a three month long wilderness survival exercise. After hours of climbing up and down mountains, the duo collapsed into each others arms, and it sort of, developed from there.
Although she felt stirrings for Clara, she could never fully pull her heart away from her dearly departed Evan, she tried to forge a relationship with Clara. For a brief time it worked. Clara became infatuated with Vera, and began a two month tryst, which helped to heal the deep seeded wounds in Vera’s psyche. Although she felt guilt through not being able to fully reciprocate the feelings Clara felt for her, Vera enjoyed the comfort provided by the captain. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] The two managed to separate their relationship from their work, which at the time securing the frontier from pirates, raiders and those who would disturb the peace. But outside of their element, and with others around, the relationship simply couldn’t survive. While the 75th were on a routine training exercise the relationship was found and reported. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Despite the protests of Vera and Clara, the two had to be split apart. It was too much of conflict of interest to have one’s immediate superior also a bedmate. For that, Central Command divided the two, hoping to see the two promising soldiers flourish. Vindar was sent to the 68th Assault Battalion, and Vera to a new unit, the Gundark Gunners, hoping she’d find it miserable and ask for a transfer. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Central Command were wrong. Dead. Wrong. Although initially reviled by the Gundark Gunners, Vera embraced her inner rebel. Those bastards in charge had separated her from her would not have her at her best. She embraced the degenerate lifestyle of the Gunners, and receded to the emotional anger and angst she’d felt after Evan’s death. The monotony of guarding static defensive emplacements also began to get to her, and to alleviate her boredom with promiscuity. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Vera began to sleep around with the platoon, often doing so for access to contraband such as alcoholic beverages, cigarettes and the like. She would often begin forming relationships with her fellow troopers, but as soon as one of them popped the relationship question, she would drop them like a hot potato. She was into physical releases, and a transfer of goods. Not a full out relationship, with a proper emotional exchanges. She was scared of that, and where it would lead. However, as she managed to collect a list of spiteful lovers, Vera earned the nickname Kicks. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Increasingly, former lovers would confront her about her behaviour. Some, out of jealousy she had immediately changed partners, others out of a misguided saviour complex. Eventually Vera became tired of these confrontations, and began to lodge her foot in soldier’s crotches, with maximum force of course. Her ability to castrate with a plastoid boot became legendary, and for that, she was no longer rapproached. The men of the Gundark Gunners had been sent a message. Don’t mess with her, and if she’s chosen to spend the night in your company, don’t question it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]As the Gundark Gunners were forced into active combat, Vera showed her ruthless efficiency. Often at the frontlines, taking fire, and managing to gauge enemy defences before reporting back to her commanders. Although she was shocked by the sudden deployment to Zarnathea as apart of the Gunners first mission, she distinguished herself in combat. She was in the forward advance squad, assisting the newly promoted lieutenant, Rexus Wenck in spearheading attacks.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Although her skills would never net her a promotion, this new combat role would suit her well. She found herself becoming increasingly confident with herself. Compliments from her comrades no longer came from how her arse looked, or the dirty comments they made. They came from her skill, and ability. And for that, Vera began to throw herself more outwardly in social settings.
In return for this, she became something of a member of the inner circle of the Gundark Gunners. A position usually reserved for sergeants, the CO and skilled men who could get contraband in for cheap prices. Vera became a protected species. It meant no more cat calling (Unless playfully done of course) from veteran members, n more jockeying knobs for a bottle of booze, and no more getting the poodoo jobs. Vera had graduated.
But this new found confidence did not last long at all. Kaeshana would change the Gundark Gunners’ psyche, but for Vera, the changes would be permanent. Positioned in a mountain pass, the Gundark Gunners bore the brunt of a ten thousand GADF and Firemane attack. But First Order resolve would not waver. They would hold the position, come hell or high water. And that’s what they did. But for Vera, as apart of the forward unit, she fell victim to a grenadier squadron.
While leading a counter attack movement, two baradium core thermal detonators, well, detonated beneath her legs. Everything below her thighs was instantaneously torn apart. The stubs that remained were singed by white hot shards, embedded into the shattered remains of her bones. As her fellow stormtroopers rushed to attack, they were met with additional detonators. One landed right next to Vera’s helmet as she writhed in the snowy muck and mud.
Although the helmet bore the brunt of the impact, it physically could not defend against that powerful of an explosion, without there being some sort of give. Vera was blinded as her visor shattered into her eyes, and as her helmet melted onto her face. Although she was evacuated successfully by the FIMS, Vera was forever changed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Her face, which had once been with the envy of many, was torn up horrendously. Although the surgeons had done their best with reconstructive surgery, Vera’s left cheek would forever bear a deep burn mark. Everything below her upper thigh had to be amputated, thanks to probably infection, and permanent nerve damage. Along with this, her thumb, index finger and ring finger had to be replaced with cybernetics thanks to irreconcilable damages.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Upon hearing of a fellow soldiers grievous injuries, Dergan Twigg “fundraised” for the replacement cybernetic legs for Vera, in an effort he called, “Raising cash for Kicks’ kickers.” The fundraiser was in fact Twigg hijacking the pay cheques of most of the platoon, and paying for the replacements that way. When Vera found out, she was chuffed that no one had in fact forgotten her plight, and that her comrades had decided to help her. Armed with this knowledge, and a small fortune, Kicks decided to indulge herself with her new prosthesis.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The legs Vera decided to make for herself were light weight prosthesis, designed for her to keep her agility and movement which she had loved so much. Made from a durasteel alloy, and an emphasis on springs, Vera began to slowly rehabilitate herself, learning to walk and move like she’d used to with her physical legs. Although she did make steady progress, she found herself self-prescribing steroids in order to build up physical fitness. By the time of Skor, Vera was confident enough in her ability, that she almost re-enlisted.
But then, the battle happened, and the aftermath took place. Vera was mortified by what had happened to her former friends. She’d had no way to properly thank them. Despondent, she considered retirement. The pension was good, and maybe she could get work working out in the country, far from the factories which had caused so much loss. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]But on one fateful evening, she received a house call from Dergan Twigg and Rexus Wenck. There had been survivors, and now Rexus wanted to head back out into the fighting. Vera immediately eclined, but on further thought remembered the sacrifice, the hardship, and the fun she had had with her old friends.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]And for that, she once again donned the helmet, ready for whatever the Galaxy could throw at them. [/SIZE]
interesting read
