Omega Sentinel

Omega Sentinel May 10, 2013 1:32:29 GMT -5

Post by Karima Shapandar on May 10, 2013 1:32:29 GMT -5

{desc=Karima Shapandar}Karima Shapandar

Nickname: Kari
Codename: Omega Sentinel
Preferred name:
Canon or Non-canon: Cannon
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Marital Status: Single
Birthplace: Calcutta, India
Current Residence: Homeless in New York City
DOB: November, 5th 1995
Age: 18
Occupation: Unemployed
Species: Homosuperior, aka Mutant
Affiliation: Unaffiliated

Shown in the Light of Day

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 380 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Identifying features: She is VERY pretty and her body language/non verbal communication is extremely uncanny valley.
Appearance:

Karima is an above average looking Indian girl. She's about five feet and eight inches, and weighs roughly three hundred eighty pounds. Woah, right? This is because her bones have been replaced with various alloys much the same way Wolverine's are. But her story doesn't stop there. This girl is a full on cyborg. Her outer bits are fleshy and alive, soft toned skin, firm thighs, sexy bottom. But under the skin, woven into the muscle is a network of incredibly advanced circuits, cybernetics and hydraulics. Cut her and she not only bleeds, she sparks as well.

Offsetting her characteristically average dark skin, dark brown eyes and dark brown hair is an unusually exotic bone structure. She tends to stand out of a crowd because of it and combined with her supple curves, modest but sizable and perky breasts with a petite frame, she makes for quite the super model. Her make up is usually "perfect" thanks to precision movements as well.

Her eyes are cybernetic upon close inspection. The Irises themselves are actually oscillating lenses. There are several other noticeable cybernetically related differences to Karima's physiology. Her various joints whir subtly with the sound of servos and hydraulics in action. Her heart beat is accompanied by the soft hum of a miniaturized nuclear reactor in her chest.

X-rays reveal a cybernetic robotic endoskeleton from head to toe with various pseudo-organic/mechanical organs replacing normally fully organic organs. Her chest cavity no longer has ribs and is instead a singular shape with rib-shaped extrusions where ribs formerly were. What's inside is as good a guess as any, since it's resistant to x-rays.

She may appear human but this appearance, ironically, is literally only skin deep. She usually wears skin tight hip hugging jeans, super short shorts, super short miniskirts, stockings, ankle socks, tennishoes, flip flops, baby tee shirts, blouses, practically anything you'd see a 'normal girl' wearing, she will wear. Her style of dress is usually what ever is most popular according to the 'average' of facebook, since she's usually analyzing a few hundred face book profiles at any given moment.

*Uniform:

Karima has no Uniform, as she is not on any team. When she joins the Avengers, if she joins the avengers, she will likely be resistant to the idea of getting a uniform. if they force her to wear one, she will likely wear what ever generic shield issued uniform is readily avaiable.

This is largely in part due to her lack of creativity, how ever, once talk of her joining the avengers and actually going out in public on various avengers related tasks, she will be inclined to hide her identity so that Sentinel is unable to track her.

Power Corrupts Absolutely

Power Origin: Mutant powers scientifically experimentally pushed to the absolute limits.
Powers:

Technology Integration & Absorption
Karima may integrate any form of technology into her body. From primitive knives to advanced application of metallurgy, if it is more advanced than flint and tender, she can absorb it. Most notably, computer hardware, nuclear power generators, weapons and various scanners. Before Karima's body was comprised of 75% cybernetic material, integration was painful and time consuming, how ever, now that most of her body is founded in advanced technology created by the union of normal technology and her unique mutant powers, integration takes mere moments. After being subjected to years of study and painful torturous experimentation, Karima now has the following technologies integrated into her body.
Endoskeleton - A cybernetic skeleton built on a framework of titanium alloy and high yield hydraulics in place of bones and muscle. (Superhuman Strength (25 tons), Stamina and agility.) Grants high resistance to small - medium arms fire, small explosions and most kinds of bladed weaponry. [Only high caliber armor piercing munitions or Hulk/Thor level super human blunt force trauma will damage her in any meaningful way]

Limited Technopathy - Via typical means of communication, Karima may read/write data to various computer systems. She may Connect via USB, IDE, SATA, Bluetooth, Lan and Wireless Lan. Once connected, her hypertech computerized brain may employ various hypderadvanced hacking software to seize control of various computer systems, allowing her to control output, input, software and in some cases, hardware. Most computer systems offer her very little resistance as her brain is literally a super computer. The range on her bluetooth is roughly 50 feet, the range on her WLAN is 250 feet. Various ports for physical interfacing are located under her hair and behind her ears. She can bring various computer systems to the edge of their limits by reprogramming the manor in which they operate, any computer system under her control may operate at roughly 3 times normal speed, unfortunately, extended exposure to these conditions causes rapid deterioration, which usually results in partial or complete hardware failure after 2-3 hours. Karima can optionally slow things down to normal to keep from destroying the computers she 'hacks'.

Cyber-organic organ systems - Her cardiovascular, respiratory, digestive, nervous, integumentary and reproductive systems have been modified by cybernetic implants, enhancing their effectiveness. (Discussed in the following individually)

Her cardiovascular system still pumps blood, but is aided by a series of tiny tubes which pump a strange blue glowing chemical through her as well, that theoretically keeps her joints lubricated, hydraulics powered and various other things. She has roughly half as much blood in her, the rest of comprised of this unusual blue glowing fluid that is sort of like robot blood, enriched with energy, doubles as a lubricant, and even carries various parts of Karima's normal human blood to different parts of her body (Hormones, nutrients, etc).

Her respiratory system has been augmented to allow more efficient collection and use of oxygen as well as extended storage. She can hold her breath for up to 12 hours. This primarily because the main consumer of oxygen in the human body is muscle tissue and 90% of Karima's muscle tissue has been replaced by hydraulics, after that nervous tissue uses the rest, and her brain and nervous systems in general have been 90% replaced by cybernetics.

Her digestive system has been completely replaced by a far more efficient system which makes use of a much higher portion of food that is consumed. There is little to no waste and she does not need to eat often, she could survive comfortably on one meal a week, her liquid requirements have also fallen substantially. Additionally, extra nutrients not needed are stored efficiently, until internal storage reaches maximum, at which point all food consumed is passed as waste automatically a short time later.

Karima's nervous system has been completely replaced by various wires and advanced CPU's. Her brain is essentially one of the worlds fastest super computers with quantum array data storage. Meaning she can store nearly limitless amounts of data, but thanks to the organic side of things, the data storage is not as efficient as a hard drive would be. She can still 'forget' things, but her capacity to remember is greatly increased [Discussed more later].

Karima's Integumentary system is nearly completely still in tact, aside from generously placed sensors to enhance her sense of touch, she skin is still very much alive. She is able to sense barometric pressure changes as well as ambient temperature.

Karima's reproductive system also still functions and is largely in tact. Theoretically, any child she gives birth to will be healthy, but with her organ systems being as they are, the child in question may be born with various tech built into it, how ever, the child may not possess Karima's mutation to adapt and integrate this tech, making viability of the fetus highly questionable. The only major change here is system monitors, allowing Karima to monitor the status of her baby in real time, but she has these monitors in place every where on her body.

Hypermind - Technically, Karima's brain may be the most advanced super computer on earth, but so are "human brains". She cannot specifically think with any more speed than the average genius can. The difference is, she can remember more and think in much more complex ways. The human mind could only entertain ten, maybe fifteen simultaneous thought processes at a time (At human capacity), Karima can maintain ten thousand simultaneous operations of thought if she wished to (50 Terabytes a second). Her memory is also for all intents and purposes totally photographic. She can speed read like Johnny Five and has no capacity limit for physical memory. How ever, as mentioned before, parts of her brain are still organic, and these organic parts keep her from being totally inhuman but also make her memory unstable. She still 'forgets' things same as any other person, but with much less frequency. She's basically just a really really smart person. A great majority of her processing power goes towards things like movement and various hyper sensors and extra sensors. A good portion of Karima's 'super brain power' goes towards maintaining all of the higher functions of her body, diagnostics, targeting systems, various operating systems for various parts, so on and so forth. Like a computer running a bunch of programs, there's a limit to her virtual memory, in the end it balances out. There's also the emotional factor to consider. A super computer running 50 terabytes per second calculation capacity doesn't need to worry about emotions it doesn't understand jarring it's process every waking moment. A small part (21%) of Karima's brain is still organic, and that part is responsible for the majority of human emotion, but there's a vast schism between her cybernetic brain and her human emotions (Her humanity in general) and often times, the organic portions cry out and cause disharmony in her 'perfect' operating systems. The results are unpredictable and sometimes hilarious, or very dangerous, depending on the situation. Karima's operating system and base computer language is not merely based on ones and zeros. She operates with twos, three's and fours as well, this provides interesting obstacles when normal computers attempt to interface with her (It would take a mind like Tony Stark's to program a computer virus that could take her down, and he'd need prior access to do it). Technopaths would regard her programming as some kind of master piece, a Da Vinci, a Mozart. Her programming is after all, simply what a human nervous system would seem like if it were transformed into code.

Hyper senses - All five of Karima's senses have been multiplied to noticeably above average. She possesses telescopic vision. She could track by scent and hear with roughly twice the clarity of the average human. She can detect subtle vibrations. She can sequence DNA with her tongue. [Talked about more later].

Extra sensors - Ontop of her hyper senses, Karima possesses a number of extra senses. These include microwave sensors, allowing her to tap cell phone communication, wireless internet and the like. Infrared sensors which allow her to read and scan for life signs in a given area. The Infrared is incredibly fine tuned to the point she can quantify different kinds of life signs, heart beat, blood pressure, neural activity. If she has previously encountered a given life form or is given data sets on said life form, she can identify them at long range without any other sensory input. Used in combination with her telescopic vision, she can survey miles upon miles worth of terrain if she is high up to detect and pinpoint life signs. She can also Sequence DNA with her tongue, this DNA sequencing allows her to tell if a person is a mutant or not, it also allows her to tell who a person is by tasting their blood(Forensics).

Computational targeting - When firing guns or projectiles of any kind, Karima's targeting systems are super human. She could shoot a fly buzzing around with a 9mm pistol at 20 yards. She can also calculate bank shots and can aim for vital organs or muscle tissue on a whim. She is adept at most common fighting styles and can make precision movements on command (She could look at a bar code, then replicate it with a ball point pen, or produce a near perfect copy of the Mona Lisa))

Retractable blade-claws in fingers and toes. These are made of titanium alloy, but aren't perfect like wolverines adamantium claws, they can be broken and indeed likely will be if used inappropriately by Karima's own tremendous strength. They must be sharpened after excessive use and if broken, they will not grow back. They extend from under her finger nails, are roughly one inch long each and razor blade sharp.

Nuclear power Core - Nestled in right next to Karima's heart is a shielded miniature nuclear reactor which powers all of her cybernetic parts. It's kept cool by a miracle combination of organic homeostasis and liquid nitrogen. There are only a few grams of highly enriched uranium isotopes within her, but it's enough to power her cybernetic body for centuries and thus she should live for centuries. How long is unknown, but current mathematical guesses range from 379 to over 800 years old. The core is inefficient unfortunately, and requires frequent (bi-weekly) liquid nitrogen infusions to keep it stable. [If for any reason the Nuclear power core were ever removed, Karima would be rent to a nearly vegetative state, she would be only vaguely aware of her surroundings and be largely incapable of higher brain functions . This wouldn't kill her as her 'mind' would be put into suspension until a full reboot could be initiated with a new power core. This state will cause her no pain, but will be decidedly fugue. Waking from this state will be very disorienting as her computer brain struggles to catch up to the sensations and memories that the organic half of her brain experienced. ]

Very high Pain tolerance - Karima's pain tolerance is higher than average, largely thanks to all the torture she has endured over the last two and a half years. But also in part because pain is now an out dated method of systems damage analysis. She has built in diagnostic sensors which will tell her exactly what is and isn't broken. So something that might normally be lethal and thus hurt like ever loving hell, might not be lethal to Karima. This is situational, if she has all the skin and muscle on half her face blown off, but can still see, speak and smell, then no stability or functionality was lost, meaning the pain she feels can be safely ignored. She still feels the pain, but has developed a tremendous will power to ignore it. The other half of this coin is, when something is damaged and or potentially fatal wounds occur, she is unable to 'will' away the pain as easily. This is primarily because the remaining portions of her organic brain register them on a vaguely emotional level as threatening and it drowns out her ability to shrug the pain off. Still, she can operate, but it will be at greatly diminished capacity, depending on the nature of the wound.

Limited telepathic immunity - Karima's mind probably shows up like a ghost might to a telepath. An apparition of thought not quite there, same for her emotions to an empath. Roughly 21% of Karima's brain remains organic and thus, weaker Telepaths are hard pressed to actually read her thoughts, usually what they get is a mess of mixed images sprawling through her mind much to fast and much to chaotic for the average human mind to even process. This organic portion of Karima's mind may indeed be organic, but it has adapted to operating at the speed of the other 79% of Karima's brain. That and a telepath reading only 21% of a mind will only get 21% of the message, a random jumbled 21%. Strong telepaths can power through this and sort through the jumbled mess with less difficulty. They can to some limited degree control her emotions and portions of her thought, using the remaining 21% as a sort of 'gate way' to the rest of her digital mind. The experience would be perhaps, enlightening, for a telepath unused to dealing in so many 1's and 0's, how ever.

Lowered Sleep Requirements - Karima need sleep roughly one fourth as often as normal humans. Sometimes though, she just feels like sleeping. She can survive on roughly 14 hours of sleep per week.

Weaknesses:

Susceptible to hacking - Given the computer is powerful enough, and the virus code is well written enough, Karima could be hacked and taken over. [This is essentially her kryptonite, rare but absolutely effective]

Vulnerable to Technopathy - Technopaths which can interface with computers and machines are able to control Karima at their leisure. There is so little actual organic material left, it would not offer to much of an actual fight against a technopath wanting to control Karima. They can read her thoughts and control them as well as her body with ease. Any limits of their own technopathy are of course subject to Karima's various firewalls and anti-hack counter measures. Young or weak technopaths would probably have a great deal of difficulty controlling Karima, novice or average technopaths would struggle, but eventually win out and powerful technopaths can simply steam roll Karima's defenses and do as they wish.

Nuclear Power Core - She is powered by Nuclear power and in the event of a melt down or if the wrong conditions are met, the resulting explosion would destroy her utterly and everything around her for 3 miles. [It's theoretically possible that if she detected a melt down with enough advanced notice, she could tear open her own chest plate and rip the powercore from her body to save herself, but this gesture would be a droplet of solution in an ocean of problems. She would be immediately depowered and be largely unable to move or act, firstly, and secondly, the power core would still need to be disposed off in some safe way that didn't involve turning the immediate 3 mile radius area into a nuclear waste land.]

Emotionally Mute - Karima can experience emotions, but they are muted for her. Rarely she is capable of feeling the full force of an emotion, typically though, it's nothing more than a subtle touch or gentle tickle. Over time, she may regain her emotional capacity more fully, but until then, she is very empty, soulless almost. [This does not mean she can not have strong morals or ideas, just that her decisions and motivations surrounding those are different, and based in logic and reason]

Weak to Magnetism - She is very powerful, but a strong magnet will stick her in her tracks. Bare in mind, she can bench/press 25 tons, so this magnet would need to be damn powerful. Alternatively, mutants like Polaris could make a puppet of her.

Weakness to Electricity & EMP - Like all electornics, Karima has a distinct dislike for uncontrolled bursts of electricity, particularly EMPs. Her most vital parts are shielded against EMP and redundant counter measures are in place to prevent anything catastrophic from happening(Such as reactor core melt down due to coolant subroutine malfunction). How ever, still, in the event of an EMP or excessively powerful discharge of electricity, she will shut down. Her body will become inert save for the back up CPU responsible for maintaining her nuclear core. The rest of her will become defenseless for several minutes. This will not kill her, but it will ruin her day. Hurts like all hell [Imagine dying, then waking up a few minutes later]. Reboot time depends on severity of shock, between 2 minutes and 10.

Technofever - For what ever reason, excessive exposure most likely, occasionally Karima's remaining organic portions will temporarily reject the cybernetic parts, causing a total schism. This causes painful spasms, vomiting, fever, head aches and total systems shut down of her higher systems (Targeting, super human senses, bioscans, etc). Her vomit usually consists of what ever she ate recently and a putrid mixture of light blue lubricant chemical and blood. This sickness usually lasts between 2 and 10 hours and comes on at completely random times(3-4 times per month). The easiest and quickest way for her to completely cure a given particular onset is forced hard shut down, aka hundreds of volts, full body shock, she has to be shocked with electricity so hard that it induces a systems wide shut down and reboot. This process is incredibly painful for her either way and reboot times range between 2 minutes and ten. Upon reboot, that particular onset of Technofever is cured, but subsequent onsets will continue to happen. There is no known permanent cure, presumably, one is in the works. [Mods can call for this at any time, alternatively, I will be role playing it as frequently as I feel is appropriate]

Getting to the Root of the Problem

Personality:

Karima is a fairly calm and collected girl. Before she became Omega Sentinel she was as full of life and vigor as any other tween girl would be. Eager to learn about science and romance, play around with sports and hang out with her girlfriends while they play with make up. After she was captured and subjected to Sentinel's inhumane treatment, all that went away.

Thankfully, her emotions are muted, and this is a blessing that Karima does not count often enough. Because if they weren't, she would be a truly twisted individual. The inhuman experiments were literal torture, the living conditions were worse than most people treat their dogs. She's no longer there, but lives every day with a reminder of what went on there. She thankfully has the ability to seal portions of her memory from random access or delete portions of it at command. She hasn't deleted anything yet, but sometimes comes close. Unlike most people, Karima relives memories in virtual reality, to her they may as well be real, so she is extremely hesitant to access bad memories.

Today she lives life by her five+ senses, logic and reason. She doesn't feel emotion like other people do. Her brain simply doesn't process hatred and love like a normal living person does. She is eternally laid back and perpetually removed from a given situation. She is a mediator, a confidant. On most days, it's hard for her to find a reason to really just smile, likewise, she can almost never find a reason to be angry. There are a few things that really set her off in one direction (Hate) or the other (Love) but they are far and few between.

For this reason, she's come to rely on physical sensations to supplicate her grotesque lack of emotional response. She forces her own body to 'feel' physical pleasure when ever possible while considering various stimuli that would offer similar emotional responses. She inflicts pain on herself to supplicate anger or hate. She masturbates to supplicate affection or love. Naturally, these are things she does in private, but they're all she has. She isn't proud of it, and mostly keeps it a secret.

Under normal circumstances she simply appears to be excessively depressed, but that is simply not the case. She isn't happy or sad, she usually ... isn't anything. She pursues conversation and various other social interaction for purposes of exposure to emotional response. Her motivation behind this is purely logical though. She reasons enough exposure to genuine emotion will allow her to relearn her own emotions. For that reason she is something of a social butter fly and does her best to attend parties, sit at crowded tables at lunch or talk to random strangers. Unfortunately, thanks to her lack of actual empathy, she often times will incite particular emotions in people just to see them react. This is cruel, and she recognizes it as such in retrospect. How ever, while the act of it is taking place, she is only vaguely aware of it. She never learns her lesson, she can not help herself. She is to committed to the task of gathering data. She hypothesizes that with sufficient data, she can recode her operating system to mimic human emotional response on a more realistic level. It will be the worlds first real artificial intelligence (Sort of, her intelligence isn't artificial itself, but the code could theoretically be used to create real artificial intelligences, that can literally feel and learn and experience things).

Over time, the organic portions of her brain will begin to reseed old desires. This is like using a single spark to light a bon fire how ever, and it will take time. These desires range from her old wish to be a model, and be involved in sports. Her original interest in girls over boys that had been barely budding when Sentinel stripped her of her humanity.

Family:

Mother: Esha Shapandar (Deceased)
Father: Sayid Shapandar (Deceased)
Siblings: Madhiv Shapandar (Younger Brother), Pavana Shapandar (Older Sister) (Official locations of both are unknown, but data suggests both are deceased)
Pet Cat: Kitten named Esha after her mother, found wondering the road dirty and alone after Karima escaped the Sentinel Complex. The softness of it's coat and the sickness she could feel in it with her new ability to sense living beings and their status drove her to search out civilization, otherwise she might've just self destructed. (It is the most emotionally charged she has ever been sense becoming Omega Sentinel). The cat is a runty tabby cat with ruffled orange and white hair.

Background:

Born and lived the first 3 years of her life in Calcutta, India to a police officer father and scientist mother. She had a sister two years older than her and later after the move, she gained a brother 4 years younger than her. Due to job prospects, the Shapandar Family moved to London. They endured the racism brought on by the september 11th attacks in america all the way over the pond in Europe. It brought the family close together, Karima was only six when it happened, her sister sister was 8. Still, Karima maintained friends, if only just a few, most of them were Indian themselves. She was beat up once over her indian heritage, but it didn't leave a lasting scar. Another friend who was a social outcast for other reasons reasoned with surprising wisdom for one so young that they'd have beat her up for being different no matter how you're different.

This boy went on to become Karima's best friend and his family was the first family in England to really welcome and respect the Shapandar family after moving there. Her friends name was Eric Victorban and he had a lot of behavioral problems. But Karima calmed him right down and while Madhiv and Eric didn't get along very well everybody and their pet cat knew one day Eric and Karima would get married and have lots of kids. It was the stuff of life long friendship and love. Karima was never really fond of the idea of marrying Eric, and never really showed any romantic interest in him, but that didn't stop him from trying, and she event went along with it, reluctantly. Her interests were else where, but they would never be allowed to fully bloom.

At age 13, Karima's mutant power began manifesting. Karima absorbed her first piece of technology at age 13. It had been a very simple LED flashlight, nothing more. But the place where it happened couldn't have been worse. In a terribly crowded museum, while on a field trip with 96 other class mates, 5 teachers, 23 parents and a whole host of unrelated people. Of course nothing terribly traumatic happened, except everybody got to see Karima hauled away back to the bus with a little flash light sticking out of her hand. Enough to garnish a minor news paper story. Strange girl has flashlight for a hand!

Her parents were furious and confused. Her father had taken up being the one to stay at home since his wife's new job at a top pharmaceutical company in England more than paid for all the bills. Karima's mother simply worried but did not judge, both agreed Karima should keep what ever it was she had done quiet. Eventually the flash light had completely integrated with Karima's hand and she simply had a light on the back of her palm she could turn on and off when ever she wanted. She thought it was cool! Eric did too.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a prominent figure with the fascist group "Sentinel" reads the story, gets an idea. The idea blossoms and soon, he can't drop it. Six months for prep and two more months for planning. Soon after, Karima Shapandar is in their custody, legally dead along with her entire family. Karima watched her parents gunned down in front of her. She was 14. She will never see Eric again.

The next four and a half years were pure agony. They captured her for her rare mutant ability and a chancy idea. It was unethical, but how much of what they really did wasn't? This is the price of progress! The end justifies the means and these means were truly barbaric. Slowly, painfully, agonizingly, over the next two and a half years, Karima's humanity was stripped away from her like flesh from her bone(Sometimes literally) and replaced by cybernetic parts. Her unique mutant power allowed her a rare opportunity. She would become the newest and best Weapon against the Mutant threat, a sentinel to lead all other sentinels. A dark angel of death heralding the end of mutant kind. The Omega Sentinel.

Remarkably, to their prideful amazement, Karima not only fit the program perfectly, she took it further than they ever imagined it would go! Technology added to her was not only enhanced, but integrated with previously added technology, causing exciting cross tech mutations to spawn. While attempting to install enhanced heat signature scanning to her already impressive vision, Karima actually gained the ability to track humanoids beyond her five ordinary senses. She could not only track them, she could identify them and quantify them. Several of the additions to Karima's body could perhaps one day be studied to create prosthetic organs.

At first Karima fought them. She screamed, she kicked, they beat her, kept her sedated. She was a prisoner in her own body, when she refused to cooperate she was tortured until she did. The entire time, the man in charge of it all continued preaching to her about her destiny as a cybernetic goddess, as if this would some how encourage Karima to willingly indulge his sick urges to physically harm her. Thankfully, the sedatives they kept her pumped full of dulled most of the pain. The cutting, the ripping, the dissections. Countless times they would remove parts of her and reattach them, testing the limits of Karmia's power. And indeed, she is powerful.

Eventually they set about using a computer to control Karima, and relied less on sedatives. Instead they used a super computer to keep her mind repressed, they kept her on a short leash. This computer kept her mind addled and issued her commands. Their goal was to stamp out her humanity completely and create a remote control weapon. This of course was futile in the end.

In the end, Karima overcame the powerful supercomputer and reprogrammed it to turn on it's masters. She tore through the facility like a hot knife through butter, ending human life where she found it without conscience or creed. On that day, there was no god. Which ever facility she escaped from was completely compromised, she not only killed most of their standing guard, she set a bomb to ignite a large portion of the facility in her escape. It likely didn't make the news, but suffice to say that branch of Sentinel was quickly closed down.

Weeks later Karima awoke to the innocent purring of a tiny lost kitten that nuzzled against her face. She was lost in the wild, same as the kitten, naked, cold and alone, covered in bullet holes and cuts and burises, her systems were perfectly stable, she felt the wounds, but they did not bother her, the curious shiny metalic bits below the flesh did intrigue her, but only from a logical stand point. As her brain came into coherence from it's saturated with battery acid like state, Karima wondered why she should even bother continuing onward. What was left of her life? Her family was dead, She had no idea where she was, she was no longer even human. But something about the life of this poor kitten drove her. It was on that day she wrote her first prime directive.

All life is sacred

She followed the directive, not because she wanted to but because she had to. She was a machine after all, machines have rules, they have reasons. She now lacked her former masters twisted guidance and thus would have to define her own path. After what she'd been through, she swore she'd never let it happen again, not to herself or to any one. The first prime directive was easy. The kitten may not have meant much to Karima then and it may not mean much still to this day, but the simple correlation was enough of a connection to merit a reason to save it and to keep it. Ironically, Karima has witnessed the cat expressing more vigorous emotions than she herself is capable of.

When she finally found her way to civilization, her first act was to feed the cat. She broke into a house and gave the cat Tuna. She was naked, filthy, cold and starving, but before she ate a bite herself, she gave the cat food. Eventually she sated herself on what ever random thing she first picked up. Left over meat loaf, if she recalls correctly. Then she found a blanket, and did something she hadn't done in years. She slept peacefully. Passed out right on the couch, naked, filthy with a small equally filthy kitten in her arms, their bellies full.

Of course Sentinel wouldn't let their most prized possession simply walk out. They were searching for her. When the owner of the house finally came back he called the police of course. His wife was frightened. They were old and didn't have room or time for young trouble makers. She was taken in, printed and checked. Of course, Sentinel had erased her identity by then, so when she came back with no identity, the FBI was alerted. That's when Sentinel got involved. The resulting fire fight was like a scene out of one of the terminator movies. It didn't matter what they brought to bare against their Frankenstein, she ate it whole and spit it right back. Again she was forced to kill. But she felt no guilt for it, they were there to harm her, logically, self defense was warranted. Perhaps not lethal self defense, but who was she to make that distinction then? Later she would come to the conclusion non lethal self defense was required as lethal self defense went against her first prime directive. She has not killed since.

Quickly she discovered all of her abilities and new senses, she explored the world, her mind a sponge, she found her way to New York and that is when the first on-set of Techno fever hit her. She felt she was dying, perhaps Sentinel had activated a fail safe. Six hours later, the pain and confusion simply stopped. She no logs of the event to process but immediately set into analyzing it. She searched herself head to toe, and did anything she could to learn the reason for the attack. She could find none. She might've continued to pursue this search except a subsystem alert informed her of imminent doom. The nuclear reactor in her chest was running low on coolant, and thus she would need a refill. She had kept weapons from her encounter with Sentinel. An M16 with two clips, a hand gun with one clip and two grenades. She had taken up traveling wearing what ever clothes she could find. A simple pair of jeans that did not fit, a tee shirt that was torn to hell, and a roughed up looking duster that she kept the weapons concealed under.

Solving the problem of the liquid nitrogen was easy. She simply broken into various chemical laboratories across New York, built an apparatus from equipment around the lab and refilled her liquid Nitrogen reserve. This life style of simply wondering, studying and watching while keeping her Liquid Nitrogen reserve topped off continued for two months until she began actively helping people. She did not perform acts of kindness for the sake of kindness, to her they were problems, and she craved human interaction. She quickly found the simplest way to gain meaningful extended human interaction was to simply do things for people. Sometimes this involved things as simple as carrying groceries in, sometimes it involved sex, sometimes the tasks were more complex and slowly she built a wide assortment of acquaintances. She refused to ground herself at any one residence, the threat of Sentinel literally always on her mind, but she did progressively get cleaner and cleaner clothing. Eventually, her more unique abilities began to shine out from under her carefully crafted homeless girl disguise. One of her closer friends suggested she seek help from the Avengers. Or some one higher than the police at least. Karima had been monitoring various organizations as best she could, her internet access was limited, she could draw a great deal of bandwidth from cell phone towers if she wanted to, but doing so was risky. A more reliable connection would be something hard. Hacking into wireless broadband was always easy, but the bandwidth was always limited, which kept her eye on the internet severely limited. Shield, Avengers, FBI, Sentinel, a list which continued to grow. It wasn't until her friend made the suggestion to seek help did she consider it as a logical solution.

For now, she continues to simply exist, she still owns her guns, she keeps them on her, they freak people out, but she does not care. She has not fired a single shot since her last encounter with Sentinel several months ago. Her 18th birthday recently passed, the birthday party inspired nothing in her, though she did enjoy, as best she is capable of enjoying at least, one of the girls that had been in attendance. She isn't really a super hero, or an anti hero, she's just a person with remarkable abilities trying to find her way in the world while taking every precaution to stay off the grid. Her eyes do fall eventually on Tony Stark as a plausable solution to her many problems, but approaching him is very far down on her list of priorities, for now...

No One Likes a Show-Off

Skills: Does your character have any skills that are separate from your character’s powers? Are they a Five Star Cook or Black Belt? This is where you explain them. Make sure it is explained in history how they may have acquires such skills.[/I] Feel free to delete this section if it is not applicable.

She has mastered Many Hand to Hand combat styles
She is proficient in literally every weapon on earth
She is proficient in the operation of most vehicles
Wilderness survival
She is capable of mathematical calculations that would dazzle even the worlds most foremost minds
She is an expert in virtually every known science
She can super speed read (15 full pages of text per second)
She is, for all intents a purposes, capable of many forms of modern medicine due to the nature of her mind, control, learning capability and extra senses. She could likely perform open heart surgery after watching some one do it once.

Equipment: Gadgeteer? Super Inventor? Tony Stark or Forge? List any equipment your character might utilize on a regular basis here. This includes vehicles, code breakers, and other things. Feel free to delete if Inapplicable.

Slightly beat up M16 with around 47 rounds left
9mm Pistol with 27 rounds
Two basic hand grenades
Her whole body is basically a piece of equipment too

Anything else?: Anything else we should know?

Umm, Don't ever ask her how she feels, and she finds the chemical reactions of pizza, and diet soda to be chemically 'pleasing'. She finds soft things preferable to hard things. She dislikes computers that are smarter than she is. She likes tugging on peoples strings to see their reactions. She likes random sex and sometimes cuts herself.

idk ;D

To Meet Expectations

RP sample:

Bayville wasn't an extremely huge city, low population meant low crime rate, but occasionally, something big did happen. But big was a relative term of course, big around here was a car theft or convenience store robbery. Nothing as audacious as a bank robbery, such a thing would be unthinkable in a sleepy town like this. Unless of course the perpetrators were from out of town. Which they are.

They've targeted a local bank with no global or national affiliation. It's a family owned bank that a sizable portion of the residents in Bayville trust and prefer to use. There are other banks, larger more commonly known banks, but Grant & Grant's Trust was a bank that is as old as the town itself.

The security wasn't all that great, but it was in the center of town, which used to be very close to the police station. At some point or another, the police station was moved to the out skirts in favor of a larger building.

The pot the thieves were looking to get wasn't anything spectacular, maybe a hundred thousand, maybe. But they had a nice set up going. It was three guys and one of them was a mutant, a real strong mutant. They pull their guns out, everybody gets down, he rips the vault open, they clean the place out and book outa town in a nice fast car. They hit smaller towns because those are the kinds that are almost always ill prepared.

Thursday morning. Most every one has their paycheck's come in the night before, that day they are cleared, so Friday the bank can pay out. It's usually the time the bank has the most money and these guys were 'real pros' and knew that.

Jason, Levy and Paul. Levy is the big one, he's the strong one that does all the heavy lifting. Jason is the brains and Paul is the driver. They pull up to the bank, leave the car running and walk inside. They waste no time. Levy heads right for the vault door. He is heralded by a mess of 'you can't go back there' and 'what are you doing sir', but he proceeds any ways, knocking people down as he goes. They know they have about a minute, maybe a minute in a half, to get it done now. There's a loud slam, followed by gun fire and some one shouting everybody get down.

Karima is walking across the street. She's wearing a baby tee shirt with flower embroidery on it, and a v-neck. She has a lovely and modest amount of cleavage, petite arms and neck, sexy curves and a super model face. She is very beautiful. Her lower half is covered in a pair of sexy short shorts, which show off her legs, and some basic white and pink tennis shoes, she looks like any cheer leader or average high school teen girl you might encounter.

When she hears the slam, and the gunfire, her chin perks and she looks over at the bank. Most people who are busying themselves with their everyday lives don't hear it, and continue onward. Immediately Karima's cybernetic brain is tapping into local internets, hacking into bank surveillance, she can see that a silent alarm has been tripped.

She moves across the street with preternatural speed. Her movements are with purpose but lack a certain amount of feminine charm in them, they are rigid and almost mechanical. There is an iron fence outside the bank, it's entirely for decoration, it encloses nothing but the shrubbery and other floral decorations outside the bank. On her way in, Karima reaches out and plucks one of the iron rods on the fence right off it as if it were nothing. The welds were strong, but Karima is stronger.

"Stop."

She said in a firm loud voice. Of course she is met with laughter.

"Is this for real? Are you for real right now? Hey get a load of this bitch, the super cheer leader wants us to stop. What're you going to do with that bar baby, drop it and scream? Get out of here."

Only Paul points his gun at Karima, Jason has his trained on the hostages so they don't do anything stupid. Karima advances and ignores their warnings. She is not slow about it. Her motion forward is quick and hard, purposed..

"I Said stop! You want to die? Fuck it!"

Paul shouts, then fires his gun when he feels truly threatened. Karima had broken into a light jog and closed the distance form the door to the clerks desk quite quickly. Paul's pretty good with a gun, but he's not good enough. In the same second the bullets are loosed, Karima is hosting up that iron bar. Her targeting systems are able to track where the bullets will go and block before they get there. Not a single one hits her. Instead, they wind up lodged in the floor, walls and ceiling around her.

The result? Karima comes sailing over the counter and kicks Paul right in the gut. She doesn't use her full strength of course, still, he'll be feeling it for a few weeks. He drops his gun and when he hits the wall behind him, gets knocked unconscious.

At the same time she is leaping over the counter to kick Paul, she is throwing her bar at Jason. At about that time, he's also swinging his gun around to fire at Karima, but instead, the bar hits him square in his gun arm and breaks it in two places. He drops his gun and is knocked clean off his feet and also unconscious.

All the while, there is screaming, and frightened gasps. They thought for sure that brave girl was about to die, but instead, she is displaying some borderline mutant abilities. It all happened so fast, it might've been a fluke, their bodies are pumped full of adrenaline, they can't tell for sure.

"Get out."

Karima said simply to the hostages, ten bank staff and about 6 civilians. Her voice is cold and empty when she said it, her demeanor is hallow, and completely lacking in emotional expression. Her words are spoken with force, but no emotional inflection behind them.

Karima's main focus was on them for the moment. She watches them as they all cling to one another and get up and leave as quickly as they can, some stumbling and tripping. They are frantic, but they listen. Some say thank you, most just run. A few of the managerial staff are intent on staying behind since they are responsible for the bank and it's contents, but they are quickly convinced to leave then the safe door comes rolling at a quick pace right at Karima.

Karima hears it coming and has time to turn around and put her arms out, but she is mowed right down. The other mutant is much stronger than she is. Even she would be hard pressed to rip an 8 foot tall vault door off it's hinges, let alone one that was closed. The remaining hostages scream and frantically flee as Karima is plowed into a near by wall. She was able to slow the door, but not stop it completely and it winds up sandwiching her with a brick wall.

"Dumb bitch. Yo yous guys alright?"

Out comes this nigh 7 foot tall behemoth of a man carrying two huge money bags over his shoulder. He's got a punk rocker like demeanor about him, scruffy beard, huge sun glasses, bandana, leather jacket and boots, torn jeans and a black leather vest, tatoos out the wazoo. He is extremely muscle bound. When he sees that both his accomplices are unconscious, he can utter only one word. He spits his cigar out as he does it.

"Damn."

By that point, Karima has recovered. She is pushing the door off of her. She is now covered in small wounds, scrapes, bruises, some bleed, most do not. There is a particularly nasty gash on her fore head where an inch or so wide section of skin has been completely torn open, revealing the shiny metal plate beneath it. It's just above her left eye brow.

Karima does not speak, she simply removes herself from the debris of the crumbled brick wall and begins marching towards the last one, Levy. Whose attention is then immediately given in an undivided manor to Karima.

"You dumb freak bitch, you did this didn't you. An yousa freak just like me. Well now I guess we get to see who is stronger. Well come on then, I never met nobody stronger than me. Time for the championship mat- Oof!"

Karima wasn't interested in word play or any kind of dramatic flare, she didn't care about glory or fame, she didn't care about grand standing. She just wanted Levy unconscious on the floor and her gone from the scene. So while he is spewing his non-sense, Karima marches right up to him with determined speed and mechanical grace, and punches him right in the gut. He goes down to one knee with a long groan and retaliates with a fierce flail of his left arm, which connects with Karima and sends her flying like a rag doll.

She connects with the glass doors at the entrance of the bank and then plows into the get away car, the car is ruined and Karima now has bits of glass sticking out of her in different places. A small crowd has gathered and the police sirens are very clearly approaching in the distance.

Karima sits up in the wreckage of the car and observes Levy. She hasn't sustained any meaningful damage yet, but she knows she can't match his blows. Not by a long shot. He's much stronger than she originally concluded, now that she has seen his strength and felt it first hand, she can concluded he's probably three or even four times stronger than she is. And he isn't particularly slow either. Karima, for the moment, has no idea how she is going to down this monster. And things are now worse.

"Now ya done gone and mad me angry! Good thing too, Cuz I get stronger when I get angry and now I get to turn ya into a pulp!"

He gets bigger too. He was about 6'10, now he's seven foot six and his bulk has visibly increased. He comes stomping out of the bank with murder in his eyes. He's going to tear Karima apart, and then tear the rest of this town apart. He's got a lot of pent up rage it seems, and Karima has just uncorked the tap, and it is a gusher.