Name: Solaris Megan Reya

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Ages:19 - 39

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Genders: Female, Shemale, Herm

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Hair: Obsidian

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Eyes: Purple

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Height: 5' 6"

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Bust:DD 33

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Occupations:Black Market dealer, thief, killer/hitman, muscle for hire

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Personality: Cold and relentless she cares very little for a whole lot. She carries an air of formallity but to most people of authority she is rude, sarcastic and sassy. If you can manage to befriend her through sheer perseverance you can get her to pen up. Underneath the rough exterior lies a damaged and hurt, regretfully optimistic girl.

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-hopes that one day she can help bring an end to all of the needless suffering

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-favors pistols and knives but is a crack shot with a rifle and a bow.

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-plays the guitar, mandolin, and the ukulele

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-sketches tattoo designs in her spare time and secrely want to become a tattoo artist when this is all over

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-has a pet ferret she adores, and is basically her rock. Named Talia, after her mother

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-has a pension for romance novels, good ones

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-loves sweet things, bubble gum, and cherry flavored candies

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-has trained in and currently trains in muay thai and tae kwon do

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Bio: Solaris grew up in the slums, She fought for meager scraps as her parents struggled to even keep themselves fed, not to mention dealing with the right side of the law, But that did not keep Solaris from dreaming of becoming a police officer., What ruined it for her, was one Juarez Laurence went above and well beyond what was not only asked of him as an officer, but what was legal. He turned the entire city into a police state, and then slowly, he turned his sights to the rest of the world. This was when she watched her parents get shot, stabbed, interrogated, and murdered right before her eyes. And what for? For simply knowing the resistance. 

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In the middle of a mandatory military draft, at age 9 she was sent off to a boarding school. There from day one one of the "teachers" tormented her relentlessly. He interrogated her every single day, forced her to stay after class and made her late for her next class, and he water boarded her once a week. When she was eleven the teacher had one of the academy bullies, push her off a cliff while they were out on a hike to build stamina among other things. She fell about thirty five feet, tumbling all the way down. Along the way she was stabbed with sticks in the stomach, as well as lashed with branches and struck with rocks. Until finally she came to a halt at the bottom of the hill as her left arm was wedged beneath a boulder that had rolled during her fall. It was this, that was the final straw for her. The academy set her up with a very basic prosthetic, at the very least she did have full finger and thumb articulation. But she didn’t have much else.

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Two years later, when she was fourteen, the academy was bombed by the resistance. And as much as she hated them for being the cause of her parents deaths, she embraced it. At first she hoped one of the bombs hit her. But then she saw her chance and took it. One of the guards died right in front of her as a resistance member shot them in the head. She did not hesitate. Taking the dead mans rifle, and short sword she rushed to the teachers office where he was cowering under his desk. She shot him in the back from the desk and then leapt over it and kicked the desk away before eviscerating him very, very slowly until he died. The dean came in to stop her, but was also killed by the resistance, whom then, took her back to the base.

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From here she went into a proper school and she got a fully licensed mechanic to give her a decent prosthetic, with a fully realized, synthetic hand. She was offered a synthetic arm too, but refused. She wanted it to be there as a reminder of her past. Once she was in full working order she started killing. Without any request, she began killing police officers, false heads of state. She joined a smuggling ring in the black market and became ruthlessly efficient. She struck out on her own and landed herself in jail and prison multiple times. But she didn’t care she was going to get back at this new dictatorship for the murder of her parents. 

 

From here she took an honest job as a butcher, and then switched jobs three months later to a different butcher shop. One that ran organs through the backroom, and held meeting for a certain crime syndicate that also fought against the government. She joined up with them and became their best hit man and go to girl. She can be found either on the streets looking for her mark, or on the rooftops doing the same. Or, manning the counter at the Butcher shop.