Age: 25. A much older Phantom.
Appearance: She looks like a cute, and feminine girl, with a slender and small frame, and short cropped hair. She almost looks completely harmless.. If it weren't for her cold, dead eyes. A true wolf in sheeps clothing.
She wears a long cloak which covers most of her body, along with a hood that conceals most of her face. Her big guns are strapped over the cloak, small ones on the inside. Under her cloak, she wears a black skirt, black Tights, large black boots, and- A black button down, long sleaved dress shirt.
Personality: She used to be a tomboy with an anger problem. But now, she's an assassin with an anger problem. She has long ago lost her humanity, as well as her emotions.
She doesn't feel remorse, pity, sadness, or empathy. Not even happiness. She feels nothing.
She only has one emotion.. Anger, and frustration.
However, she is quite skilled at pretending to have emotions.
Military grade combat knife.
Three handguns. Silenced makarov, Silenced beretta, and a .44 Magnum.
All of these weigh under or about 1 LB.
AK-47, Silenced. Has a granade launcher attachment.
M16. Silenced. Also has a granade launcher.
PKP pecheneg. Russian Light Machine gun. Black body, green clip. Has a bipod. Very heavy,
12 Gauge Double barrel shotgun. Its modified, the barrel is cut down by half, same with the stock. Its the size of a very large pistol, but it still packs the same punch. She can hold it with one hand and reload very fast. She carries two of them. They both weigh about 6 pounds.
.50 Cal Sniper rifle. Silenced. Anti Tank, it is slow and heavy, but it packs a punch.
Weighs 100 Pounds.
Vitz SMG: A newer model of smg, compact, can be fired with one hand. Black body. 60 bullets, fired in a high rate of fire. She carries two of them. Weighs 20 Pounds.
M32 grande launcher. Can carry six granades at once. Weighs 20 pounds.
All of her guns total weigh just under 300 pounds, and it only slows her down slightly. They were all modified by her.
Ethereal: Her one and only power, her noble phantasm. She can turn herself Ethereal temporarily. She becomes like a ghost. This makes her invulnerable to physical attacks, but she can still be hurt by magical ones. She can use it on herself, objects, or other people. This uses up significant power.
-Super strength. While not as strong as she is fast, she still has the muscle of a tank. Speaking of which, shes strong enough to lift a tank, and throw it.
-Endurance: She has the durability of a tank. Bullets will bounce off of her, and even explosives will do very little to hurt her. When she was 18, she ran several kilometers through a desert as part of her training. Before she was an assassin and still in school, she's beaten one hundred gang members bare handed, without even killing a single one of them.
-Agility: Her speed is so fast, that she exceeds the speed of lightning. She can run faster then a fighter jet. She could cut someone fifteen times in the blink of an eye. Shes around the speed of Mach 10.
-Gun Nut.She is an expert when it comes to handling guns. Her accuracy is just as superhuman as every other one of her abilities. She can fire several kilometers away without a scope. The only limits, is her gun. She's able to take apart and rebuild guns. In fact, she can even build guns from spare gun parts. But that's the limit of her knowledge of guns.
- Basic academic skills, Plus, she's very intelligent, and quick thinking. Due to the fact that she is not restrained by morals, she acts much quicker thinking then any normal person who would normally hesitate.
- She's a brawler as well. Before her memories were erased, she was quite the delinquent who constantly got into fight after fight every single day. She remembers fighting a lot of people, but she doesn't even remember that it was even in a schoolground, let alone who she was fighting.
As a child, the Phantom was always very violent, and aggressive, towards everyone she meets. She had a very dysfunctional family. She was always fighting with her parents, especially her dad. Despite how strong she was, her father was the only one who could beat her in a fight.
And he did many times, every single day when she got home from school. And it was usually a one sided beating. She screamed at him so loud that the neighbors could hear her screams of anger, until he finally beat the anger out of her and she passed out, in a bloody mess.
She took it out on everyone around her.
She got herself into countless fights. Even if they just looked at her wrong, she would punch them out. She can't go to jail since she is underaged, and she narrowly avoided getting sent away.
Childish fits would be a massive understatement. Her rage was more comparable to a raging, flaming, tornado. Some people called her a bully.
But calling her that is an understatement. Bullies are scared of her. She is a monster.
But even someone as nuts as her- She, had a line she just would not cross no matter what happens. She won't kill anyone. She might beat them bloody, but she wouldn't kill them.
Fight after fight after fight. She fought teachers. Classmates. Girls on the street. Other bullies. She even caught gangsters. And thats what lead her into the world of crime. She made a grave mistake, and it was all her fault. This wasn't a matter of luck or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Its all her fault that she is down this dark road of murder.
It was a gang fight. They only had knives, bats, and other melee weapons. However, inferno had a deal going with one of those gangs, and everything went horribly wrong. Everyone had to be eliminated.
However, a certain someone had already dealt with all of them.. With their bare hands.
A lone female had already beaten both sides of the gang war until they were unconscious. The damage they had all over their body was terrifying. Bones broken. Crying and groaning. The stench of blood was everywhere, But no one was dead.
What kind of monster could do all this with her bare hands, and without killing anyone too?
It was the Phantom. She stood at the top of a pile of bodies, though they were all still alive. She stood in a victory pose. Her body was in worse shape then the ones who were passed out on the floor.
She was breathing hard. Every one of her bones were broken. It was a miracle she was still breathing. Her arms fell limp to her sides, as she coughed up blood. All she could feel as pain.
Her legs gave out. Both of them broke.
She fell down from where the sun previously shined on her, and fell into the darkness. The sun was just coming down, leaving her in darkness, as she heard a dozen people come walking to the scene.
A man in a lab coat, who wore a mask to cover his face. But he took it off, and looked at this mess. Who did this?
He looked at the female. He didn't have to ask her. He knew she was the one. The only one who was conscious. His men walked up beside him, and aimed their guns at her. The man was about to call them off, when she looked back, her eyes filled with bitter rage and hatred. Her eyes, were full of fire. A raging inferno.
“You… CAN'T KILL ME!”
“I WON'T LET YOU, YOU BASTARDS! ILL KILL YOU ALL WITH MY BARE HANDS!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs. The fully grown men looked shocked and terrified. They were about to shoot, when the doctor put up his hand to call them off. But she didn't realize that yet, because she turned away and began to crawl, since both her legs were broken beyond repair.
“I.. WONT… I wont let you kill me.. You can't!.. You.. can't..k-kill me…”
Tears started pouring down her face. She could feel it. She was at death's door. She would die if she didn't get medical attention. She kept crawling, and the man watched her, with a fascinating expression on his face, as if he was watching an exciting TV show.
Eventually, she ran out of energy, and started bawling, crying her eyes out and screaming, Laying now in a puddle of blood. So many emotions. Fear. anger. Sadness, and desire. Most of all, she was mad at herself for not being strong enough to survive. She didn't beg for her life, she knew these people were criminals. But she refused to accept that she was going to die.
“I...don't want to die... “
She says so quietly that she was mumbling. But he could still hear her. After she spoke those words, she She let out even more tears and continued sobbing for a few moments, then she passed out.
“You're right.. I can't kill you. That would be a waste.”
She was taken in by this man, who just happened to be of great authority in an underground crime organization known as inferno. A “doctor” who specialized in the mind.
Her body was rebuilt from the ground up.
She still retained her human organs, But everything from her eyes, to her bones, her skin, and especially her muscles, were replaced.
Superhuman strength. The durability of a tank. Bones stronger than Steel. Speed which far surpasses human capabilities, more than enough to dodge bullets. Her eyes were replaced with biologically enhanced ones, which allowed her to not only see at extreme distances, but change her viewing to heat vision or night vision.
On top of that, she completely lost most of her memories.
Any memories related to her identity was sealed away.
“Its KILL, or be KILLED.”
Those were the words she for some reason thought in her head before she woke up, and the same words she saw written in blood on the wall next to her. She was put in an abandoned facility amongst thirty other chosen people in different rooms, who all had the same upgrades as her.
She stood up on her feet, and examined the room. There was a knife on a table next to the wall with the blood on it. It was a military survival knife. The kind that would only be good for killing people.
“Where am i..”
She tried to remember something. Anything. But she couldn't remember anything. She can't even remember her name.
“Who am i? Why am i here?”
For some reason, she didn't feel anger or frustration of her current situation. She only felt the need to think about how she was going to get out of here. Those questions didn't really matter, now that she thought about it. All that mattered was her immediate survival.
She didn't realize it yet, but her mindset was already changing into what she saw written in blood on the wall. She turned and took the knife, and looked around the room for anything else of use. Nothing. The room was pretty much empty besides a bed.
She opened the door, and immediately upon exiting she was attacked. A man wearing a white mask and rugged clothing jumped at her from the shadows, as if he was waiting. He swung down at her with a small blade, the same as hers.
Instead of immediately attacking like her old self would, she dodged, and made quick movement around him, sending a clean chop to the back of the neck. He fell down to the ground. She assumed the threat was over, so she turned to leave.
Little did she know, this was just a test. He got up and went to attack her from behind. Her instincts told her something was off, so she had enough time to turn around, and immediately jam her fist into his chest, knocking him back.
She kept his eyes on him this time. Those words from the wall came back to her.
“KILL OR BE KILLED.”
The man spoke those words. Did he want to die? It was clear he wasn't normal. But she didn't think about it anymore. She had to kill him, or she would be the one to die.
She used all the strength she didn't know she had, and stabbed him through the chest cleanly. Her hands were now covered in blood, watching him fall to the floor. He was a real human.
She continued on, and fought about thirty other “puppets” who wore white masks. Most of them had guns, but the rest, she effortlessly killed from the shadows. It was as if she was a natural.
She hardly needed to train. After this, the man who took her in taught her everything he knew about guns, and especially how to fire them. But he hardly needed to teach her, she ended up doing most of her training on her own. In a matter of weeks, she was going on missions.
From this point on, she became a human weapon for the next half a decade. Because of her, this organization gained so much power, that their reach went worldwide.
She gained the name “Phantom”, for how she killed everyone from the shadows. By the time they saw her face, they were already dead.
She fought against all sorts of different people. Her jobs were ones that no normal person can do. From landing a sniper shot from miles away, all the way up to infiltrating a compound, and killing everyone one by one up close and personal.
Her career started at age 15, and she died at age 25.
By the time she was 22, She betrayed her organization, Inferno. She regained her memories, and one of her emotions returned: anger. She went berserk.. And murdered around three hundred of Infernos fully armed men, completely out of rage. She even killed her master. She then went on the run for the next three years. She had nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
She lived a meaningless existence. She felt empty. She was to broken and she knew it. She tried to get to know people to see if it would help, but she just killed them when she got bored, which was quickly. And it wasn't fun for her either, it just made her feel more empty.
And she couldn't even cry about it.
She died an ironic death.. By her own hand, in a peaceful, grassy plain, with a bright blue sky, and white clouds. She was remembered for the death she brought, but no one ever knew of her human side, which was forever locked away. A bullet in the side of the head, she blew her own brains out.
However, that is not the end of her story. Due to the destruction she caused, and the countless people shes killed, her story became a legend. Could such a monster really exist?
And then.. She became a heroic spirit. A Berserker.