Pheral - wild loner

Name: Pheral<br />
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Age: 19<br />
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Eye color: green<br />
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Hair color: very deep brown, almost black<br />
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Who she is: <br />
On neither the underground or the barons side, nobody really knows much about Pheral; people generally stay away, as her appearance isn’t the most sweet. She spends a very minimal time in haven city – just enough to gather the money she needs to pay for food, and to pay for it. There are a few ways she gets the money to pay for her food; mostly it involves challenging big, hairy men to gun course scores, arm wrestles, rope-and-knife fights, punch-ups and the like, and winning, which is an almost certainty, despite her size and stature.<br />
Apart from that, her time is completely spent outside the city, hunting metal-heads. One could call her obsessed. Her tools of the trade are two smaller custom-made Vulcan’s, and they decide when she has to go back to the city, because she must go back to retrieve ammo.<br />
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What happened to her: <br />
She was an only child, who never knew her mother, and lived with her father, who was a waste Lander. One day, her father was ambushed while he was outside the city. Too much of a threat, I suppose. Pheral was five, when she was stuck in the house for three weeks, nowhere to go, wondering where her father was and when he was coming back. Then the Barons’ representatives realized that no rent was being paid for the house, and upturned the place with orders to evict anyone who was found inside. <br />
Pheral was one of the many children left on the streets by the baron, and one of the few that survived them; scavenging food and sleeping on doorsteps, learning gradually how to defend herself, then getting into scraps and finding out there is money to be got from the people who bet on the outcome, and eventually discovering the exits to the city and waging a one-woman war against the metal heads who killed her father and left her to almost certain death.<br />
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Strengths: hard-wearing and adaptable; can go for days without food, drink or sleep; can stand most weathers, be it cold or blistering heat; is extremely talented at physical brawls of any sort, and with most weapons; has fairly adequate vehicular skills; can endure pain/torture for lengthened amounts of time; extremely determined.<br />
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Weaknesses: extremely claustrophobic – doesn’t even like people get too close; will not ask for help, even when its obviously needed; has very minimal logical ability and creativity; does not do gadgets or high-tech – swears by her gun and sometimes perhaps a zoomer, but nothing else.<br />
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Motto/ quote: “bite me.”<br />
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This character just materialized in my head as I was replaying the gun courses, trying to get precursor orbs. I’m quite pleased with what’s come out, actually…it’s the best character I think I’ve come up with, out of the four I've made. Sorry about the grainy quality, my scanner doesn’t pick up lighter parts and I didn’t want to go over the picture darker for fear of ruining the picture, so I had to sharpen the scan and this is what happened. Crappy gun alert! It took me three days, mostly because of the hands. Please, comment? I’ll give you a cookie!