Post by Mirage on Nov 20, 2012 16:25:41 GMT -5
QUOTE: "Valuing life is not weakness. And disregarding it is not strength."
NAME: Mirage
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Human
TYPICAL DRESS: Usually something smart/casual, such as a female suit with a turtle-neck shirt underneath.
PICTURE:
FILM: The Incredibles
Occupation/Status: NSA agent
Family: Unknown
Friends: The Incredibles
Enemies: The Supervillains
Skills: Technological knowledge, Intelligence, Seductivity
Weapons: None
History: Little is known about Mirage's history, other than she once worked for now deceased supervillain Syndrome, aiding him in tracking Supers and luring them to their deaths by Syndrome's robotic creation. However, she turned herself around and went against Syndrome when he gambled her life in calling Mr Incredible's bluff about crushing her. She freed the Incredible family so that they could save the city from the Omnidroid, and then turned herself into the NSA, where she accepted her punishment; a just less than life prison sentence. Some years into her sentence, she was approached by Agent Rick Dicker of the NSA, and offered a position there to use her knowledge against the supervillains of the world. She accepted, and became an agent. However, she did not anticipate the new group of supervillains shattering barriers into other worlds - she knew of them, but not what they were doing. Now she had vowed to find them and somehow fix what has been broken.
Sample Post: Mirage sat at her desk, fingers brushing rapidly over the letters of her laptop keyboard. A group of supervillains was never good. She was writing up a report on what she already knew, and she intended to find out more.
A dull rumble shook the room, and Mirage's eyes widened. What was that? She looked behind her, as if paranoid someone would be stood there. Scanning the room thoroughly, Mirage took a quick, calming breath and slowly turned back round to her laptop. The rumble came again, louder and more vicious. Mirage yelped as it shook the room and flung her off her chair as if she were no more than a rag doll. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she sprawled on the floor as a blindingly bright electric blue light flooded the room.
NAME: Mirage
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Human
TYPICAL DRESS: Usually something smart/casual, such as a female suit with a turtle-neck shirt underneath.
PICTURE:
FILM: The Incredibles
Occupation/Status: NSA agent
Family: Unknown
Friends: The Incredibles
Enemies: The Supervillains
Skills: Technological knowledge, Intelligence, Seductivity
Weapons: None
History: Little is known about Mirage's history, other than she once worked for now deceased supervillain Syndrome, aiding him in tracking Supers and luring them to their deaths by Syndrome's robotic creation. However, she turned herself around and went against Syndrome when he gambled her life in calling Mr Incredible's bluff about crushing her. She freed the Incredible family so that they could save the city from the Omnidroid, and then turned herself into the NSA, where she accepted her punishment; a just less than life prison sentence. Some years into her sentence, she was approached by Agent Rick Dicker of the NSA, and offered a position there to use her knowledge against the supervillains of the world. She accepted, and became an agent. However, she did not anticipate the new group of supervillains shattering barriers into other worlds - she knew of them, but not what they were doing. Now she had vowed to find them and somehow fix what has been broken.
Sample Post: Mirage sat at her desk, fingers brushing rapidly over the letters of her laptop keyboard. A group of supervillains was never good. She was writing up a report on what she already knew, and she intended to find out more.
A dull rumble shook the room, and Mirage's eyes widened. What was that? She looked behind her, as if paranoid someone would be stood there. Scanning the room thoroughly, Mirage took a quick, calming breath and slowly turned back round to her laptop. The rumble came again, louder and more vicious. Mirage yelped as it shook the room and flung her off her chair as if she were no more than a rag doll. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she sprawled on the floor as a blindingly bright electric blue light flooded the room.