Name: Mona, prefers Mo.
Age: 19
Gender: Obviously female
Race: I'm like the Bionic Woman!
Orrientation: All about the Manly Mens
Ocupation: Mercenary//Bounty Hunter
Personality: I'm out going and determined. I was taught, when I was younger, that I should always follow my gut instinct... Well, I did that.. And one thing happened after another, but hey! I learned from my mistakes. I'm kind of a clutz... but I get through it... I'm also really smart when it comes to mechanics and weaponrey, it comes in handy.
My dad told me I was one of the rare understanding type, you know, the kind that feels everything another person does... without truly living through it, so they "Understand".
Talents: I'm really good with mechanics, like I said. I'm a sharp shooter with my arm, and with a handheld. My favorite gun is a semi automatic pistol. And my absolute favorite are my buttlerfly knifes!
Life Story: Well, I was born. My mom died at childbirth when she had me, so I never knew her. My father took care of me, He always told me I looked like her. Well, when I was about ten, I found out my father was a well paid Mercenary. It was the family buisiness. And before that, he taught me how to fight, I mean like really fight! With swards and daggers and stuff like that! And when I was twelve he got me my firt pair of butterfly knifes!
He trained me as his apprentice at the age of thirteen. He said, since he ddn't have any sons, I would have to carry on his legacy. So I trained hard, to make him proud of me. I guess you would say I was sort of a tomboy by now... And I guess I was.
When I turned fourteen, I got my first mission. By this time, I was full equipt with guns and daggers. This guy was a drug dealer, someone feared by even the railroad. He was a bad man, I tell yea. Apperently, he sold some new kind of drug, made you stronger then anything human... like massive steriods.
My father was with me during this, he didn't want anything bad to happen. But I was sure nothing would, and I was a little cocky to tell the truth. I thought I was ready, and I thought the man was clueless. I got my snipper rifil ready, a building away... ready, and aiming, waiting for the signal. But... I never got the signal. I turned to look, which was a bad thing, and a bomb exploded right on my dads back, sending my flying, then falling, stories to the floor. I don't remember much after that... Only that my father was dead.
When I woke up, I was in a experimental lab. Apperently, we were on top of a high tech science instetute, for like... future hightech products. They used me as a test dumby, since I was half dead. They replaced my heart with a robot one, and both my legs and the whole left side of my body. You should have seen how crazy I looked! I was tripping balls!
Months after that, after they showed me how to use my new body and trained me, they put a synthetic skin over my robot parts so I looked decent and normal. They said I could leave, but if I needed anything, that I could come back anytime. They where the last family I had...
Now, I'm a self employed mercenary. I guess I make a good amount of money.. And I am a bounty hunter on the side... But it's what I'm good at, beside fixing machanical gizmos.. So now, I wonder... nothing too big on my plate and nothing too little. I'm just Mona on a mission.
Weaopns: My butterfly knifes are usually in my belt, along with my pistol. On my back is my baby and hidden away in my corset is this little guy. I also have my daggars I keep on my sids and some chain daggers.
