Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 12:21:14 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Zuul
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? No (At least, not in thread. PM me with it, please? I don't want to clutter this thread.)
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Earth-1
Character Origin: Mixed between comic personalities, movie personalities, and video game. In this sense, she is an OC created from various influences. In my mind, she is something akin to a lovechild of Deathstroke and the Punisher, with a bit of Mystique thrown in. In actuality, she has no true form, except from my own mind, and what I write.
Face Claim's Name: drawcrowd.com/wenjr (image is linked, instead of artist)
Name: Isabela Ortega
Alias: La Muerta Negro
Race: Human
Age: 42
Birthday: November 1st
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs
Hair:
Black
Eyes:
Hazel
Physique: Athletic
Training: CQC Proficiency[ judo, jujitsu, karate, boxing, kickboxing ], Weapons Proficiency, Vehicle Proficiency, Demolitions Proficiency
Equipment:
M4 Carbine
C-4 Explosives
satellite phone
Ka-Bar combat knife
Zippo Lighter
Yamaha YZF-R1
Cigarettes
Sunglasses
Kevlar Vest
Biking Gloves
Face Paint
Rose
Bible
Powers / Abilities
Enhanced Regeneration - At a molecular level, Isabela Ortega is able to regenerate her body, giving her what would appear to be an immortal lifespan. Her body is able to repair injuries, as well as reconnect severed limbs, though if parts are destroyed completely, the body is able to reform them.
Weaknesses
Isabela Ortega is in peak fitness due to intense military training, so in turn she is able to be overpowered by those stronger than her.
Isabela Ortega cannot breathe in space.
Although Isabela Ortega can regenerate quickly, high amounts of damage sustained over time can cripple her.
Attacks on Isabela Ortega that are quicker than her regeneration.
Chemicals that are able to halt the regeneration.
Character Time Line
Year 1 (2013)
-Isabela Ortega escapes a South American prison
-Isabela Ortega joins forces with South American rebels
-Isabela Ortega given nickname 'La Muerta Negro' by fellow rebels
Year 2 (2014)
-Isabela Ortega spotted in the Middle East, aiding terrorist organizations
-Isabela Ortega placed on US government wanted list
Audition post
With a casual flick of the wrist, a grenade was tossed up and into the lower window of a police officer's window. Ortega waited for the detonation, calmly counting down with her fingers, until it did indeed destruct, killing the officer as well as his family of four. "May you and your familia rest in peace. It was nothing personal." With that, the woman knelt down at the burned out window, brushing herself free of debris, then began to pray. Head down, eyes closed, she recited a prayer that had been repeated each time she had slain a target and family. Standing up, the woman looked to the militants that were waiting in the vehicle, and nodded to them, as if signalling that she was ready to deal with the rest. As she walked to the vehicle, and entered, she closed her eyes, meditating, focusing her thoughts on the next task at hand. She had been contracted to deal with eliminating a set list of men who had gone against the regime's demands. The contract wasn't that challenging, at least in Ortega's mind. It was another set of hits, from some greedy extremist, to take out some innocent men who would not negotiate with terrorists. She'd seen it all before. Speeding off into the desert, Ortega could hear the results of her work, the sirens, the military vehicles start to arrive, the police arriving. As they pooled together, in front of the building, Ortega whispered into the driver's ear, for them to stop.
As the vehicle pulled to the side of a path, Ortega stepped out of the vehicle, then faced the men. "As you said, step one of the list was accomplished, but snapping a twig does not cripple a tree. You must do something greater." Lighting a cigarette, she then pulled out a remote detonator. Flipping the switch, the street that the crowd had gathered on erupted in a fiery explosion, destroying lives as well as property. "You hired me to make a mark in the eyes of your government. I shall do that. I shall teach you how to properly rebel against an unworthy government. I shall teach you all that you need to know, to rise into power, to claim what is rightfully yours. You wish this world to be truly free of chains, we shall start with your country, and end with the world." Explosions continued, in the distance, behind Ortega, as she faced the men, their faces washed with a mixture of terror and awe. "You will not need to fear your government. Your government will fear you. Those corrupt cowards... will bend to your will, or you will make them bend to your might." With that, Ortega took a drag of her cigarette, then exhaled, before stepping back into the vehicle. "Now, about my payment..." she stated, as they continued on their route. "All I ask is for an available channel of weapons... Do not worry about paying me in money, unless you honestly wish to do so. Money leaves trails. Then again, so do weapons... but in the right hands, the weapons can simply... disappear, and no trace would be found..." Ortega took another drag of the cigarette, then flicked it out the window, exhaling the smoke slowly. "Do not fail in this request, gentlemen, or you and your loved ones will be dealt with. I do not wish to explain how important this is, in your success, as well as my own."
Player Nickname: Zuul
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? No (At least, not in thread. PM me with it, please? I don't want to clutter this thread.)
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Earth-1
Character Origin: Mixed between comic personalities, movie personalities, and video game. In this sense, she is an OC created from various influences. In my mind, she is something akin to a lovechild of Deathstroke and the Punisher, with a bit of Mystique thrown in. In actuality, she has no true form, except from my own mind, and what I write.
Face Claim's Name: drawcrowd.com/wenjr (image is linked, instead of artist)
Name: Isabela Ortega
Alias: La Muerta Negro
Race: Human
Age: 42
Birthday: November 1st
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs
Hair:
Black
Eyes:
Hazel
Physique: Athletic
Training: CQC Proficiency[ judo, jujitsu, karate, boxing, kickboxing ], Weapons Proficiency, Vehicle Proficiency, Demolitions Proficiency
Equipment:
M4 Carbine
C-4 Explosives
satellite phone
Ka-Bar combat knife
Zippo Lighter
Yamaha YZF-R1
Cigarettes
Sunglasses
Kevlar Vest
Biking Gloves
Face Paint
Rose
Bible
Powers / Abilities
Enhanced Regeneration - At a molecular level, Isabela Ortega is able to regenerate her body, giving her what would appear to be an immortal lifespan. Her body is able to repair injuries, as well as reconnect severed limbs, though if parts are destroyed completely, the body is able to reform them.
Weaknesses
Isabela Ortega is in peak fitness due to intense military training, so in turn she is able to be overpowered by those stronger than her.
Isabela Ortega cannot breathe in space.
Although Isabela Ortega can regenerate quickly, high amounts of damage sustained over time can cripple her.
Attacks on Isabela Ortega that are quicker than her regeneration.
Chemicals that are able to halt the regeneration.
Character Time Line
Year 1 (2013)
-Isabela Ortega escapes a South American prison
-Isabela Ortega joins forces with South American rebels
-Isabela Ortega given nickname 'La Muerta Negro' by fellow rebels
Year 2 (2014)
-Isabela Ortega spotted in the Middle East, aiding terrorist organizations
-Isabela Ortega placed on US government wanted list
Audition post
With a casual flick of the wrist, a grenade was tossed up and into the lower window of a police officer's window. Ortega waited for the detonation, calmly counting down with her fingers, until it did indeed destruct, killing the officer as well as his family of four. "May you and your familia rest in peace. It was nothing personal." With that, the woman knelt down at the burned out window, brushing herself free of debris, then began to pray. Head down, eyes closed, she recited a prayer that had been repeated each time she had slain a target and family. Standing up, the woman looked to the militants that were waiting in the vehicle, and nodded to them, as if signalling that she was ready to deal with the rest. As she walked to the vehicle, and entered, she closed her eyes, meditating, focusing her thoughts on the next task at hand. She had been contracted to deal with eliminating a set list of men who had gone against the regime's demands. The contract wasn't that challenging, at least in Ortega's mind. It was another set of hits, from some greedy extremist, to take out some innocent men who would not negotiate with terrorists. She'd seen it all before. Speeding off into the desert, Ortega could hear the results of her work, the sirens, the military vehicles start to arrive, the police arriving. As they pooled together, in front of the building, Ortega whispered into the driver's ear, for them to stop.
As the vehicle pulled to the side of a path, Ortega stepped out of the vehicle, then faced the men. "As you said, step one of the list was accomplished, but snapping a twig does not cripple a tree. You must do something greater." Lighting a cigarette, she then pulled out a remote detonator. Flipping the switch, the street that the crowd had gathered on erupted in a fiery explosion, destroying lives as well as property. "You hired me to make a mark in the eyes of your government. I shall do that. I shall teach you how to properly rebel against an unworthy government. I shall teach you all that you need to know, to rise into power, to claim what is rightfully yours. You wish this world to be truly free of chains, we shall start with your country, and end with the world." Explosions continued, in the distance, behind Ortega, as she faced the men, their faces washed with a mixture of terror and awe. "You will not need to fear your government. Your government will fear you. Those corrupt cowards... will bend to your will, or you will make them bend to your might." With that, Ortega took a drag of her cigarette, then exhaled, before stepping back into the vehicle. "Now, about my payment..." she stated, as they continued on their route. "All I ask is for an available channel of weapons... Do not worry about paying me in money, unless you honestly wish to do so. Money leaves trails. Then again, so do weapons... but in the right hands, the weapons can simply... disappear, and no trace would be found..." Ortega took another drag of the cigarette, then flicked it out the window, exhaling the smoke slowly. "Do not fail in this request, gentlemen, or you and your loved ones will be dealt with. I do not wish to explain how important this is, in your success, as well as my own."
