Whisper
Lean, Mean, Slicin' Machine
Slicing Artist
"Don't quote me, 'cause I ain't said chit."
PERSONAL INFORMATION
APPEARANCE
"I dress for comfort, not to please you, your highness."
The slicer known as Whisper dresses fairly normally. Grey hoodie, with either sweat pants or jeans, depends on her mood. Under the hoodie she wears graphic-t's advertising her latest favorite bands. Her hair is never combed, sticking in completely wild directions, as she likes it. Her clothes are rumpled, and covered in stains. She is a person that cares very little for the opinions of others, and is not afraid to let other people know it.
PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR
"Feth off, dumbass. Stop asking me these stupid questions."
One of the things most people who encounter Whisper take note of is her rather colorful vocabulary. She's abrasive, complains constantly, always sarcastic, and swears enough to make a hardened sailor blush. She hates authority, and being told what to do. She acts on impulse and whim, most often specifically spiting the orders of those who attempt to tell her what to do.
History & Background
"You don't need to know anything about me, other than I can leave you bankrupt and serving fifteen life sentences in the farthest reaches of the galaxy with a few strokes of my keyboard."
Little is known of the slicer known as Whisper, other than her youth and her residence on a mining colony on an asteroid belt in the Arkanian system. She stopped going to the colony's school when she was twelve, and has hidden this fact from her parents, who are very aloof. She has disappeared from home for extended periods of time with her parent's permission, who would rather watch their entertainment screens than her. She slices what she feels like, usually not taking much money. She doesn't do what she does for credits, or glory, or a cause, more like because she enjoys the challenge. Nowadays, she's thrown her lot in with the Collective, who she became aware of in a late night Holonet browsing session. She does slicing for them, for now, though if they annoy her, that might change.
Abilities & Skills
"If I have to tell you what I'm good at at this point, you're even more of a fething idiot than I thought."
{I - II - III - IV - V - VI}
{ Apprentice - Knight - Advanced Knight - Master - Specialist - Legendary}
GENERAL SKILLS
COMBAT SKILLS
Relationships
"People suck."
{ Passion - Love - Family - Friends - Respect - Acquaintance - Interest - Disinterest - Hatred}
Collective ----> These guys are alright.
Parents ----> Fething idiots.
"Don't quote me, 'cause I ain't said chit."
PERSONAL INFORMATION
- Name: Kitten Roice
- Alias: Whisper
- Title: Titles are for normies.
- Age: 14
- Sex: Female
- Faction: Collective
- Faction Rank: You can't define me with ranks.
- Species: Human
- Height: 5'3"
- Build: Slim
- Eye Color: Blue
- Hair Color: Black
- Skin Pigmentation: Pale
- Martial Status: Bachelorette
- Sin: Pride, Wrath.
- Faceclaim: Hope- Republique
- Voice Claim: To Be Announced
APPEARANCE
"I dress for comfort, not to please you, your highness."
The slicer known as Whisper dresses fairly normally. Grey hoodie, with either sweat pants or jeans, depends on her mood. Under the hoodie she wears graphic-t's advertising her latest favorite bands. Her hair is never combed, sticking in completely wild directions, as she likes it. Her clothes are rumpled, and covered in stains. She is a person that cares very little for the opinions of others, and is not afraid to let other people know it.
PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR
"Feth off, dumbass. Stop asking me these stupid questions."
One of the things most people who encounter Whisper take note of is her rather colorful vocabulary. She's abrasive, complains constantly, always sarcastic, and swears enough to make a hardened sailor blush. She hates authority, and being told what to do. She acts on impulse and whim, most often specifically spiting the orders of those who attempt to tell her what to do.
Strengths
(+) Quite simply, Whisper is a genius. Her intellect is enough to grant her access to the highest degrees of success, if she chose to take advantage of it.
(+) She's a tech whiz.
Weaknesses
(-) Complete coward. Any threat of physical harm, and she is out of there.
(-) Quite small and frail.
(-) Has almost no motivation, and would rather mess around all day than actually do something.
History & Background
"You don't need to know anything about me, other than I can leave you bankrupt and serving fifteen life sentences in the farthest reaches of the galaxy with a few strokes of my keyboard."
Little is known of the slicer known as Whisper, other than her youth and her residence on a mining colony on an asteroid belt in the Arkanian system. She stopped going to the colony's school when she was twelve, and has hidden this fact from her parents, who are very aloof. She has disappeared from home for extended periods of time with her parent's permission, who would rather watch their entertainment screens than her. She slices what she feels like, usually not taking much money. She doesn't do what she does for credits, or glory, or a cause, more like because she enjoys the challenge. Nowadays, she's thrown her lot in with the Collective, who she became aware of in a late night Holonet browsing session. She does slicing for them, for now, though if they annoy her, that might change.
Abilities & Skills
"If I have to tell you what I'm good at at this point, you're even more of a fething idiot than I thought."
{I - II - III - IV - V - VI}
{ Apprentice - Knight - Advanced Knight - Master - Specialist - Legendary}
GENERAL SKILLS
- Slicing: VI
- Smartassery: V
- Athleticism: I
- Cooking: I
- Cleaning: I
COMBAT SKILLS
Does running away count?
Relationships
"People suck."
{ Passion - Love - Family - Friends - Respect - Acquaintance - Interest - Disinterest - Hatred}
Collective ----> These guys are alright.
Parents ----> Fething idiots.