Name:
HERO
Age:
Teens (?)
Gender:
Female
Gang:
Underground
Appearance:
Hero is an albino, but it's hard to tell under all the grime. She has unruly, shoulder-length white hair and red eyes. Her eyes and nose are often red-rimmed as a result of a perpetual cold she seems to have. She is unusually tall and gangly for her age, enough to be mistaken for a man, at least until she speaks. Her voice is a dry and raspy monotone.
She is usually dressed in dark blues or grays, with some manner of hood and face covering, like bandanas. Most of her body is concealed within a mottled poncho that helps her blend in with her surroundings. The poncho could be accurately described as a cloak as well.
Weapons:
Hero's favored weapon is a hunting crossbow with a low-powered scope. When in melee combat, she uses punch daggers or one of the many shivs she carries wherever she goes.
Personality:
Hero is not a nice human, and does not like other humans. She prefers to limit her interactions with them to trading supplies, but has been known to kill them--or kill for them--if she has enough reason. Honestly, it doesn't take much to give her a reason. Those who know Hero know to tread lightly and let sleeping dogs lie.
Hero will often smile and laugh even if she doesn't find anything funny, a tic she's developed over time. Most things are funny to her, however. She is the kind of person who would laugh at funerals, if she'd ever been to one. The ironies of everyday life in the post apocalypse are not lost on her. If you don't understand her humor, she might try to explain it to you.
When forced to fight, Hero may seem overly sadistic and gruesome, but that's not how she sees it. She merely takes advantage of what few benefits her short life has afforded her. Among those benefits are stealth, agility, and a working knowledge of the human body's weaknesses. However, the distinction is often lost on those less inclined to violence, mostly due to the rumors about what happens to her enemies.
One little known oddity is that Hero likes to collect books of poetry and short stories, and has even tried her hand at writing some of her own. The few who have read them and recognize them for what they are may be led to believe that Hero is a good writer. They are mistaken.
There is nothing good about Hero.
Biography:
Not much is known about Hero before she crawled out of a tiny maintenance access shaft and asked for a cigarette, and that's the way she prefers it. Although the other denizens of the Underground see her at best as an ally and at worst a nuisance, Hero doesn't subscribe to their logic. The Underground is hers, and she merely tolerates their presence. She knows every nook and cranny in the place. Every doorway, every tunnel, every grate. And all throughout her domain, she's laid devious, deadly traps. Somewhere in the uncanny maze is a secret place where she rests her head, but only one person living has any idea where it is.
Hero has quite nearly become an urban legend. The lonely specter of the deep tunnels, living off rats until someone more flavorful wanders into her domain. Whispers in the vents speak of murder or worse. Days or weeks might pass without a sign of the girl but for the faint wisps of tobacco smoke lingering in the choked corridors and the inescapable feeling of eyes watching you from somewhere in the dark.
Hero only rarely ventures above ground, usually at the behest of others. She has been known to carry out thefts or assassinations in exchange for various and sundry items such as food and blankets, though she has a particular fondness for anything you can light and smoke.
Other:
Years living in darkness have granted Hero preternatural vision in the dark, but at a cost. Torches, flashlights, or (of course) sunlight will hurt her and may cause temporary blindness. When she has to be in the light, she wears a pair of scratch-made blackout goggles.
