Post by Natalie Forge on Aug 10, 2017 5:49:02 GMT -5
FORGE, NATALIE
MERCENARY
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5' 6" & 135 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Amber Brown Eyes & Dark Purple Hair
Positive Traits:
Competitive
Battle-Hardened
Focused and Task Oriented
Truthful, good or bad
Negative Traits:
Sarcastic
Easily Bored
Battle Hungry
Loud
Psychotically Humored
Easily Angered
Undiplomatic
Smoke, Drinks, Curses – All often and in large quantity
Merciless
Indiscriminate
Loyalties: Whoever can offer her something she wants in trade. Unwilling to care for the source of the contract, be it Hollow, Quincy, Shinigami or Human, if you have something she wants and want her to work for you, she’s game. The one thing that can be said is that she will not accept any new contracts until the one she has is completed unless it is designed for the long term.
Snapshots:
(AGE) YEAR – EVENT
(0) 1992 – Born, mother abandon’s family
(5) 1997 – Learns of Family History/Heritage
(8) 2000 – Is trained with a small pistol, the ‘Peashooter’
(10) 2002 – Father is killed, joined ROTC
(16) 2008 – Begins to show violent tendencies
(18) 2010 – Joins the U.S. Army – Sent to Afghanistan
(19) 2011 – Squad slaughtered by a Hollow, activates latent Quincy blood
(20) 2012 – Honorably Discharge – Psychological Medical Board
(21) 2013 – Joined Blackwater, a military contractor company, killing Hollows when they are annoying
(25) 2017 – Quits Blackwater, searching for a job with one of the supernatural factions near Tokyo
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description:
Natalie is a Japanese-American woman standing at five and a half feet tall. She has amber-brown eyes, a slightly tan complexion, and characteristically keeps her dark plum-colored hair in a loose ponytail, with rather large bangs falling onto her forehead. Natalie keeps up her physique, sporting a slightly muscular build, which she doesn't conceal in the least. On her right upper arm, she has a tribal tattoo, reaching all the way up to her neck. Her typical attire is generally consistent of a pair of steel toed Vietnam War-era US military jungle boots without socks, very short cut-off jeans, turned into denim Short-Shorts and a black crop top, leaving her belly exposed. She uses a US Army webbing belt to keep her pants from falling off, and also typically wears a pair of fingerless black gloves. Natalie also sports a pair of brown leather cross-draw shoulder holsters to store ‘The Twins’, her pistols, in when she isn't using them.
She is pretty vulgar with her language, not hesitating to say what is on her twisted mind even for a moment, often cursing at people for little to no reason whatsoever. She carries herself with confidence so much that it borders on arrogance, and she doesn’t really listen when other people try to project their opinion at her. Wearing as little as possible to show off her toned and slender body, she knows that working out pays off, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it, even if the chances of someone getting to touch anything she has to offer is similar with touching the sun without feeling warm. If somehow you did manage it, you might discover that she is extremely ticklish.
Spiritual Description: Her spiritual presence is that of grey swirling smoke that starts at her feet and works it’s way upwards, hugging her curves. It can often be described in sensation to a great beast finding a tantalizing morsel to chew on, predatory and fierce. While abnormal, it has also been said that her spiritual pressure smells like fresh matches and gun smoke (sulfur and carbon). When sensing it from afar, it can also be noted that it is not ever contained or hidden in the slightest in most instances.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality:
On the surface, Natalie is a merciless and conscienceless killer with a sadistic side of her that is convinced that use of Force and Coercion, mainly via threatening, is the best way to get whatever it is that she wants. She will not hesitate to threaten, wound or kill anyone who stands in her way, to include innocents that just happen to be slowing her down. Her idea of ‘friend and foe’ is that they are all just targets, just which ones need to be shot as a higher priority depends on the situation and contract she is on. The weak and the strong are all seen in the same light, regardless of sex, orientation, age, ethnicity, species and the like, and even people who are supposed to be helping will quickly get a bullet in their leg if they slow her down in any way. Not one who typically listens to authority, she doesn’t give a single care for those in ‘positions of power’ and only truly respects the people who are stronger than she is… and even then, only barely.
Natalie will not lie, to anyone, about anything, which is a double edged blade. On one hand, once you realize this, you know you can fully trust anything that was said, even if she doesn’t spit forth every detail of information, whether on purpose or because she simply could be bothered to care that much. Inversely, she does not believe she can truly trust anyone, and often enough will keep on edge even around those who had been proving that they can be trusted for a long time. Incredibly sarcastic and thinking of herself as a genius of humor, she will make fun of just about anyone for just about any reason, regardless if the subject thinks it’s funny or not, even coming up with lewd jokes simply for her own amusement. She considers herself, quite simply, as a force of nature; something that can be tempered, but never truthfully stopped. She will attempt to overt dominance in any given situation, appearing fiercely independent, strong minded, violently assertive and even savage in situations where she feels threatened, never showing fear. Previously in the Army, she also tends to use military terminology from time to time, much to the dismay and confusion of others.
Underneath all of that, and perhaps fueling it, Natalie is secretly insecure about herself and many of her choices in life, lacking the inner-strength to cope with those problems and face them. She seeks power to hide the fact that she feels the pain from her powerlessness as a child and as a soldier, but often will use verbal or physical violence against anyone who crosses her path to assert herself above such ‘trivial emotions’. There are times, when pushed too far, she will go on indiscriminate rampages where anything around her will be gunned down, a result of mass confusion and emotional turmoil. When she is smiling is when most people will see her, even if the smile is something like a predator looking at a bunch of fish out of water. It is when that smile fades that people around her need to worry, as that means that Natalie is getting truly angry, and not the loud obnoxious type she normally wears as a mask.
Goals & Achievements:
Who wants something done? Ever since quitting Blackwater, she has found too much time on her hands, and is looking for work. She doesn’t need money though, and has enough materialistic Earthly things, but instead wants to see if there is something else worth her time and talents. Quincy Artifacts, Hollow Masks, Shinigami Technology and owed favors are all on the list of possible items for interest. A previous Warrant Officer in the Army, she is no stranger to militaristic attractions such as new weapons that she can adopt with her ability. Aside that, pretty much anything that fits her fancy will do for short term goals, finding joy in finding opponents to slaughter. She simply is a girl who wants to have fun!
All that aside, she really wants to learn more about her family’s history on her Mother’s side of the house, as well as any information she can find about her mother. Learning the Quincy side of her heritage and what that is all about will quickly become a goal in time, but as it stands now, she doesn’t know she is a Quincy or even what one is.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Quincy Cross: A very non-typical Quincy family, the Forge Family Heirloom has changed from generation to generation. For Natalie, it is a pair of dog-tags that belonged to her father.
Power: Augen Blut: A specialty type of passive Blut that centralizes in her eyes and grants her a number of vision based abilities.
Spirit Weapon: Dual Beretta 92Fs
Sacrificing rate of fire for power, she has formed and keeps her weapons active whenever she is awake for the most part. Her ‘bullets’ pack a serious punch, but she cannot fire as quickly as most Quincy.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
A night of passion born of desire and circumstance, she was conceived during a mission her father had in Japan. Three weeks later, Jason Forge, her father, got a letter from her mother, Miu, that she was pregnant, and Jason moved to Japan for a time to be with her. Over the course of the pregnancy, it became very apparent that Miu didn’t feel that she was ready to be a mother yet, and after some talk, Jason agreed to take her back to America and raise her there. There was also an agreement that she would be taught Japanese so that when she turned 18, and Jason told the child about her mother, she could come visit. It was on this foundation that they parted ways, and they decided to give her an American name so that she could better integrate into American society. Natalie Forge was born, and after a couple of weeks, they set off to the United States of America.
The first few years of her life involved a lot of babysitter’s and paid childcare, since Jason had worked up a considerable amount of debt, taking time off to be with Miu had taken him out of work. By the time she was four, Natalie was ecstatic any time her father came home, and often acted out when he was not, craving attention from someone who actually cared about her. When she turned five, the balance became a bit more stable and Jason was able to spend more time at home, and he explained to Natalie a bit about her family heritage. Apparently, she came from a long line of soldiers, warriors that fought against people who would hurt others, and even nightmares that came to prey upon the weak. She absolutely idolized her father, and wanted to be just like him, strong and capable of protecting other people. Being a Navy Seal was going to be difficult for her though, but Jason didn’t have the heart to crush her dreams.
Three years later, with much insistence from Natalie herself, she was taught how to handle her first gun. Named ‘Peashooter’, it was a small pistol that fired very low caliber rounds, but was a great start. This was also when she started to realize that a lot of people in the town she was living in outside of Fort Irwin, California, didn’t care for her father. She had heard rumors that her father had killed a few people that he was supposed to be teamed up with, and they called him a traitor and coward. It wasn’t long before they started picking on Natalie for it, along with her slightly different complexion, and she was getting into fights, wanting to defend her father’s honor. When her father asked about it, she countered, asking him to explain what happened, and he only could say that she wasn’t ready to learn about the ‘nightmares’ just yet. She hadn’t shown any ability to see Hollow or anything yet, but he didn’t explain any of that, feeling that she should still be able to be a child.
Two years later, her father arrived home after being gone for two weeks with a horrified expression on his face. Ten years old and used to her father and knowing something was wrong, Natalie tried to ask, but his only answer was to stuff her inside his closet, ordering her not to come out for any reason. Minutes later, someone else broke into the house, breaking down the door, but she couldn’t see who it was… Confused, she stayed hidden in her closet, waiting, but nothing happened? She just could barely see her father standing there, fists clenched, and then he started to yell at someone. Had he lost his mind? What was going on?! Searching through the closet, she found her tiny pistol in the box it had been stowed away in, and loaded it silently. By the time she finished and came back, her father was bleeding, and seemed to be struggling against some unknown force, trying to wrestle it to the ground.
Unthinking, she burst out of the closet and drew her pistol, aiming at the space where it looked like he was fighting something, and fired her gun. It passed through what looked like empty space, hitting the wall behind him. Before she realized what was happening, Natalie was dangling off the floor, something or someone grabbing around her throat, and the pistol was wrenched from her hands, hovering in the air a moment, before pointing at her father. As she was blacking out from being unable to breath, she fell witness to her father being shot until the clip was empty. The gunshots alerted the neighbors and police, and soon she was saved by paramedics, but it was another case for her father. He died in the ambulance with Natalie watching, and while she would live on, a part of her died that day, and she took the dog tags that hung around her father’s neck.
Another part of that little girl cried for vengeance.
Natalie was unable to give a proper statement even though she begged the police to believe her. The whole testimony was dismissed as her falling into shock, and the ruling had actually been determined that she had killed her father in self defense based on how he was killed and her injuries. Based on her story, they stated she reacted instinctively and her mind manipulated the scene as a type of self defense. It was well known her father had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that is what made all the pieces fit for those in charge. This fed a deep seated distrust for those in positions of authority and a general hatred for those who ‘knew better’. They didn’t have a clue. Natalie knew what she saw and would never forget it.
Moved to an orphanage that was sponsored by the US Government, there was an ROTC program built into the facility, and she sunk every waking moment into learning what they had to offer. Quite the handful, she quickly became well known for picking fights and lashing out when first waking up, subject to night terrors. By the time she was 16, she was seen as reckless but reliable in an odd way. If she said she was going to do something, to anyone, she would do it, but she didn’t care who she trampled along the way. Her grades were decent, and she managed to pass through school without putting forth any real effort, speaking for her true intelligence, but it was a simple stepping stone. The moment Natalie graduated High School, she enlisted with the U.S. Army. After graduating through Basic Training, she was recommended for the Warrant Officer training school, specializing in advanced Weapon maintenance and repair. She also elected for sniper school, but was turned down, the recruiters knowing that she didn’t have the right temperament for an Army Sniper.
She never forgave them for that.
Rise to Power:
It was a mere year after she enlisted that she was sent on her first overseas assignment to Afghanistan. Given a fierce squad of comrades, she soon became ‘one of the guys’, earning her stripes amongst them as a capable warrior, unafraid to pull the trigger. Between the eight man team, she finally felt some sort of semblance of family, and they saved each other countless times. But they had never been trained to fight Hollow, so when they came across a small village whose citizens had been slaughtered like cattle, none of them could understand what had happened. The first to go never even had time to feel pain, just erupted in blood as a set of invisible claws impaled him, and while the team fought something they couldn’t see, Natalie froze in absolute terror. She had seen something like this before. Guns were useless. Unable to see another way out, she unleashed her pistols at the air, lighting up the area where she could discern it was butchering her friends, her brothers in arms. When that failed, and only she remained, her fear and desire to murder the thing that was hurting her friends manifested. She had worn her father’s dog tags along with her own, which began to glow, and her latent blood activated in her eyes, giving her sight of the thing that was drenched in the blood of her family.
The pistol in her hand seemed to vaporize, and a glowing in her hand that closely resembled it was all that was left. She didn’t care what had happened or how. She could see her target… and with the suppressed rage of years of guilt and anguish, she lit into the Hollow, not satisfied even when it vanished from her enhanced sight, still firing the bullets of bright blue energy into the ground where it had fallen. Exhausted, she fell too, losing consciousness. The next day, she woke, and her vision was… odd. She could see well outside her normal field of vision, all the way until she saw what was directly behind her without moving her eyes… she could see the residual energy of where she had shot the ground repetitively, all overlaid over her normal sight. No idea what was going on, it took a while to be able to move and walk, let alone do anything else, and it took most of that day to set up the satellite phone after pulling it off her comrade. Once she had called for help, and questioned, she could only tell them that they had been ambushed and butchered. She refused to go into detail. She was given a psychiatric evaluation, seen unfit for duty, and given a medically referred honorable discharge.
The damage had been done.
Unwilling to simply stop, and still developing her new power in her eyes, Natalie did the next best thing and signed up with the Blackwater Company, an independent but U.S. governed military contractor group that had a reputation for taking on dangerous assignments. It was here that Natalie truly began to thrive and come into her own, handling assignments that others considered too risky or suicidal. She finally felt alive in handing that pain she felt out to others, taking their stupid ideals and putting a bullet into them. Over the course of the next few years, she had a higher confirmed kill count than most anyone else in the company and honed her skills with her new eyes, and having amassed a rather insane amount of money from insane contracts, she retired from working at Blackwater.
Call to Action:
It wasn’t enough.
She had expanded on her eyes as much as she knew how, but she could feel it; there was a way to get better, and there was a lot she didn’t know. Having taken lessons in Japanese, as stated in her father’s will, she decided to head to Japan to see if she could find her mother and wrestle some answers out of her. With no idea what she looked like and only the barest of information during the few times that her father had ever talked about her, she didn’t have much else to be able to do at the time. So Natalie packed what she had, made sure her stuff was loaded and shipped, and took the boat across the ocean to Japan. Along the way, she interacted with the crew and got a nice tan and worked on her target practice. She didn’t use the ‘PewPew’ as she called it unless it was a monster or something else her bullets wouldn’t kill, mostly because it made her tired and she didn’t care for it. There was too much she needed to learn, and she would hunt down her mother even if it took a year, knowing full well that she didn’t have anywhere else to turn for answers.
Upon arriving, she first got settled by buying a vehicle and a home outside of Tokyo, far enough away not to be bothered too much, but close enough that she didn’t need to worry about getting stuff. She drives around now in her 1967 Chevrolet Impala she bought from a collector in Japan, looking for clues about her mother and generally shooting anything that bothers her too horribly much. Granted, such behavior usually attracts a lot of attention when you are near the spiritual hub of the planet, and thus;
Enter, Natalie Forge
MERCENARY
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5' 6" & 135 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Amber Brown Eyes & Dark Purple Hair
Positive Traits:
Competitive
Battle-Hardened
Focused and Task Oriented
Truthful, good or bad
Negative Traits:
Sarcastic
Easily Bored
Battle Hungry
Loud
Psychotically Humored
Easily Angered
Undiplomatic
Smoke, Drinks, Curses – All often and in large quantity
Merciless
Indiscriminate
Loyalties: Whoever can offer her something she wants in trade. Unwilling to care for the source of the contract, be it Hollow, Quincy, Shinigami or Human, if you have something she wants and want her to work for you, she’s game. The one thing that can be said is that she will not accept any new contracts until the one she has is completed unless it is designed for the long term.
Snapshots:
(AGE) YEAR – EVENT
(0) 1992 – Born, mother abandon’s family
(5) 1997 – Learns of Family History/Heritage
(8) 2000 – Is trained with a small pistol, the ‘Peashooter’
(10) 2002 – Father is killed, joined ROTC
(16) 2008 – Begins to show violent tendencies
(18) 2010 – Joins the U.S. Army – Sent to Afghanistan
(19) 2011 – Squad slaughtered by a Hollow, activates latent Quincy blood
(20) 2012 – Honorably Discharge – Psychological Medical Board
(21) 2013 – Joined Blackwater, a military contractor company, killing Hollows when they are annoying
(25) 2017 – Quits Blackwater, searching for a job with one of the supernatural factions near Tokyo
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description:
Natalie is a Japanese-American woman standing at five and a half feet tall. She has amber-brown eyes, a slightly tan complexion, and characteristically keeps her dark plum-colored hair in a loose ponytail, with rather large bangs falling onto her forehead. Natalie keeps up her physique, sporting a slightly muscular build, which she doesn't conceal in the least. On her right upper arm, she has a tribal tattoo, reaching all the way up to her neck. Her typical attire is generally consistent of a pair of steel toed Vietnam War-era US military jungle boots without socks, very short cut-off jeans, turned into denim Short-Shorts and a black crop top, leaving her belly exposed. She uses a US Army webbing belt to keep her pants from falling off, and also typically wears a pair of fingerless black gloves. Natalie also sports a pair of brown leather cross-draw shoulder holsters to store ‘The Twins’, her pistols, in when she isn't using them.
She is pretty vulgar with her language, not hesitating to say what is on her twisted mind even for a moment, often cursing at people for little to no reason whatsoever. She carries herself with confidence so much that it borders on arrogance, and she doesn’t really listen when other people try to project their opinion at her. Wearing as little as possible to show off her toned and slender body, she knows that working out pays off, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it, even if the chances of someone getting to touch anything she has to offer is similar with touching the sun without feeling warm. If somehow you did manage it, you might discover that she is extremely ticklish.
Spiritual Description: Her spiritual presence is that of grey swirling smoke that starts at her feet and works it’s way upwards, hugging her curves. It can often be described in sensation to a great beast finding a tantalizing morsel to chew on, predatory and fierce. While abnormal, it has also been said that her spiritual pressure smells like fresh matches and gun smoke (sulfur and carbon). When sensing it from afar, it can also be noted that it is not ever contained or hidden in the slightest in most instances.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality:
On the surface, Natalie is a merciless and conscienceless killer with a sadistic side of her that is convinced that use of Force and Coercion, mainly via threatening, is the best way to get whatever it is that she wants. She will not hesitate to threaten, wound or kill anyone who stands in her way, to include innocents that just happen to be slowing her down. Her idea of ‘friend and foe’ is that they are all just targets, just which ones need to be shot as a higher priority depends on the situation and contract she is on. The weak and the strong are all seen in the same light, regardless of sex, orientation, age, ethnicity, species and the like, and even people who are supposed to be helping will quickly get a bullet in their leg if they slow her down in any way. Not one who typically listens to authority, she doesn’t give a single care for those in ‘positions of power’ and only truly respects the people who are stronger than she is… and even then, only barely.
Natalie will not lie, to anyone, about anything, which is a double edged blade. On one hand, once you realize this, you know you can fully trust anything that was said, even if she doesn’t spit forth every detail of information, whether on purpose or because she simply could be bothered to care that much. Inversely, she does not believe she can truly trust anyone, and often enough will keep on edge even around those who had been proving that they can be trusted for a long time. Incredibly sarcastic and thinking of herself as a genius of humor, she will make fun of just about anyone for just about any reason, regardless if the subject thinks it’s funny or not, even coming up with lewd jokes simply for her own amusement. She considers herself, quite simply, as a force of nature; something that can be tempered, but never truthfully stopped. She will attempt to overt dominance in any given situation, appearing fiercely independent, strong minded, violently assertive and even savage in situations where she feels threatened, never showing fear. Previously in the Army, she also tends to use military terminology from time to time, much to the dismay and confusion of others.
Underneath all of that, and perhaps fueling it, Natalie is secretly insecure about herself and many of her choices in life, lacking the inner-strength to cope with those problems and face them. She seeks power to hide the fact that she feels the pain from her powerlessness as a child and as a soldier, but often will use verbal or physical violence against anyone who crosses her path to assert herself above such ‘trivial emotions’. There are times, when pushed too far, she will go on indiscriminate rampages where anything around her will be gunned down, a result of mass confusion and emotional turmoil. When she is smiling is when most people will see her, even if the smile is something like a predator looking at a bunch of fish out of water. It is when that smile fades that people around her need to worry, as that means that Natalie is getting truly angry, and not the loud obnoxious type she normally wears as a mask.
Goals & Achievements:
Who wants something done? Ever since quitting Blackwater, she has found too much time on her hands, and is looking for work. She doesn’t need money though, and has enough materialistic Earthly things, but instead wants to see if there is something else worth her time and talents. Quincy Artifacts, Hollow Masks, Shinigami Technology and owed favors are all on the list of possible items for interest. A previous Warrant Officer in the Army, she is no stranger to militaristic attractions such as new weapons that she can adopt with her ability. Aside that, pretty much anything that fits her fancy will do for short term goals, finding joy in finding opponents to slaughter. She simply is a girl who wants to have fun!
All that aside, she really wants to learn more about her family’s history on her Mother’s side of the house, as well as any information she can find about her mother. Learning the Quincy side of her heritage and what that is all about will quickly become a goal in time, but as it stands now, she doesn’t know she is a Quincy or even what one is.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Quincy Cross: A very non-typical Quincy family, the Forge Family Heirloom has changed from generation to generation. For Natalie, it is a pair of dog-tags that belonged to her father.
Power: Augen Blut: A specialty type of passive Blut that centralizes in her eyes and grants her a number of vision based abilities.
Spirit Weapon: Dual Beretta 92Fs
Sacrificing rate of fire for power, she has formed and keeps her weapons active whenever she is awake for the most part. Her ‘bullets’ pack a serious punch, but she cannot fire as quickly as most Quincy.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
A night of passion born of desire and circumstance, she was conceived during a mission her father had in Japan. Three weeks later, Jason Forge, her father, got a letter from her mother, Miu, that she was pregnant, and Jason moved to Japan for a time to be with her. Over the course of the pregnancy, it became very apparent that Miu didn’t feel that she was ready to be a mother yet, and after some talk, Jason agreed to take her back to America and raise her there. There was also an agreement that she would be taught Japanese so that when she turned 18, and Jason told the child about her mother, she could come visit. It was on this foundation that they parted ways, and they decided to give her an American name so that she could better integrate into American society. Natalie Forge was born, and after a couple of weeks, they set off to the United States of America.
The first few years of her life involved a lot of babysitter’s and paid childcare, since Jason had worked up a considerable amount of debt, taking time off to be with Miu had taken him out of work. By the time she was four, Natalie was ecstatic any time her father came home, and often acted out when he was not, craving attention from someone who actually cared about her. When she turned five, the balance became a bit more stable and Jason was able to spend more time at home, and he explained to Natalie a bit about her family heritage. Apparently, she came from a long line of soldiers, warriors that fought against people who would hurt others, and even nightmares that came to prey upon the weak. She absolutely idolized her father, and wanted to be just like him, strong and capable of protecting other people. Being a Navy Seal was going to be difficult for her though, but Jason didn’t have the heart to crush her dreams.
Three years later, with much insistence from Natalie herself, she was taught how to handle her first gun. Named ‘Peashooter’, it was a small pistol that fired very low caliber rounds, but was a great start. This was also when she started to realize that a lot of people in the town she was living in outside of Fort Irwin, California, didn’t care for her father. She had heard rumors that her father had killed a few people that he was supposed to be teamed up with, and they called him a traitor and coward. It wasn’t long before they started picking on Natalie for it, along with her slightly different complexion, and she was getting into fights, wanting to defend her father’s honor. When her father asked about it, she countered, asking him to explain what happened, and he only could say that she wasn’t ready to learn about the ‘nightmares’ just yet. She hadn’t shown any ability to see Hollow or anything yet, but he didn’t explain any of that, feeling that she should still be able to be a child.
Two years later, her father arrived home after being gone for two weeks with a horrified expression on his face. Ten years old and used to her father and knowing something was wrong, Natalie tried to ask, but his only answer was to stuff her inside his closet, ordering her not to come out for any reason. Minutes later, someone else broke into the house, breaking down the door, but she couldn’t see who it was… Confused, she stayed hidden in her closet, waiting, but nothing happened? She just could barely see her father standing there, fists clenched, and then he started to yell at someone. Had he lost his mind? What was going on?! Searching through the closet, she found her tiny pistol in the box it had been stowed away in, and loaded it silently. By the time she finished and came back, her father was bleeding, and seemed to be struggling against some unknown force, trying to wrestle it to the ground.
Unthinking, she burst out of the closet and drew her pistol, aiming at the space where it looked like he was fighting something, and fired her gun. It passed through what looked like empty space, hitting the wall behind him. Before she realized what was happening, Natalie was dangling off the floor, something or someone grabbing around her throat, and the pistol was wrenched from her hands, hovering in the air a moment, before pointing at her father. As she was blacking out from being unable to breath, she fell witness to her father being shot until the clip was empty. The gunshots alerted the neighbors and police, and soon she was saved by paramedics, but it was another case for her father. He died in the ambulance with Natalie watching, and while she would live on, a part of her died that day, and she took the dog tags that hung around her father’s neck.
Another part of that little girl cried for vengeance.
Natalie was unable to give a proper statement even though she begged the police to believe her. The whole testimony was dismissed as her falling into shock, and the ruling had actually been determined that she had killed her father in self defense based on how he was killed and her injuries. Based on her story, they stated she reacted instinctively and her mind manipulated the scene as a type of self defense. It was well known her father had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that is what made all the pieces fit for those in charge. This fed a deep seated distrust for those in positions of authority and a general hatred for those who ‘knew better’. They didn’t have a clue. Natalie knew what she saw and would never forget it.
Moved to an orphanage that was sponsored by the US Government, there was an ROTC program built into the facility, and she sunk every waking moment into learning what they had to offer. Quite the handful, she quickly became well known for picking fights and lashing out when first waking up, subject to night terrors. By the time she was 16, she was seen as reckless but reliable in an odd way. If she said she was going to do something, to anyone, she would do it, but she didn’t care who she trampled along the way. Her grades were decent, and she managed to pass through school without putting forth any real effort, speaking for her true intelligence, but it was a simple stepping stone. The moment Natalie graduated High School, she enlisted with the U.S. Army. After graduating through Basic Training, she was recommended for the Warrant Officer training school, specializing in advanced Weapon maintenance and repair. She also elected for sniper school, but was turned down, the recruiters knowing that she didn’t have the right temperament for an Army Sniper.
She never forgave them for that.
Rise to Power:
It was a mere year after she enlisted that she was sent on her first overseas assignment to Afghanistan. Given a fierce squad of comrades, she soon became ‘one of the guys’, earning her stripes amongst them as a capable warrior, unafraid to pull the trigger. Between the eight man team, she finally felt some sort of semblance of family, and they saved each other countless times. But they had never been trained to fight Hollow, so when they came across a small village whose citizens had been slaughtered like cattle, none of them could understand what had happened. The first to go never even had time to feel pain, just erupted in blood as a set of invisible claws impaled him, and while the team fought something they couldn’t see, Natalie froze in absolute terror. She had seen something like this before. Guns were useless. Unable to see another way out, she unleashed her pistols at the air, lighting up the area where she could discern it was butchering her friends, her brothers in arms. When that failed, and only she remained, her fear and desire to murder the thing that was hurting her friends manifested. She had worn her father’s dog tags along with her own, which began to glow, and her latent blood activated in her eyes, giving her sight of the thing that was drenched in the blood of her family.
The pistol in her hand seemed to vaporize, and a glowing in her hand that closely resembled it was all that was left. She didn’t care what had happened or how. She could see her target… and with the suppressed rage of years of guilt and anguish, she lit into the Hollow, not satisfied even when it vanished from her enhanced sight, still firing the bullets of bright blue energy into the ground where it had fallen. Exhausted, she fell too, losing consciousness. The next day, she woke, and her vision was… odd. She could see well outside her normal field of vision, all the way until she saw what was directly behind her without moving her eyes… she could see the residual energy of where she had shot the ground repetitively, all overlaid over her normal sight. No idea what was going on, it took a while to be able to move and walk, let alone do anything else, and it took most of that day to set up the satellite phone after pulling it off her comrade. Once she had called for help, and questioned, she could only tell them that they had been ambushed and butchered. She refused to go into detail. She was given a psychiatric evaluation, seen unfit for duty, and given a medically referred honorable discharge.
The damage had been done.
Unwilling to simply stop, and still developing her new power in her eyes, Natalie did the next best thing and signed up with the Blackwater Company, an independent but U.S. governed military contractor group that had a reputation for taking on dangerous assignments. It was here that Natalie truly began to thrive and come into her own, handling assignments that others considered too risky or suicidal. She finally felt alive in handing that pain she felt out to others, taking their stupid ideals and putting a bullet into them. Over the course of the next few years, she had a higher confirmed kill count than most anyone else in the company and honed her skills with her new eyes, and having amassed a rather insane amount of money from insane contracts, she retired from working at Blackwater.
Call to Action:
It wasn’t enough.
She had expanded on her eyes as much as she knew how, but she could feel it; there was a way to get better, and there was a lot she didn’t know. Having taken lessons in Japanese, as stated in her father’s will, she decided to head to Japan to see if she could find her mother and wrestle some answers out of her. With no idea what she looked like and only the barest of information during the few times that her father had ever talked about her, she didn’t have much else to be able to do at the time. So Natalie packed what she had, made sure her stuff was loaded and shipped, and took the boat across the ocean to Japan. Along the way, she interacted with the crew and got a nice tan and worked on her target practice. She didn’t use the ‘PewPew’ as she called it unless it was a monster or something else her bullets wouldn’t kill, mostly because it made her tired and she didn’t care for it. There was too much she needed to learn, and she would hunt down her mother even if it took a year, knowing full well that she didn’t have anywhere else to turn for answers.
Upon arriving, she first got settled by buying a vehicle and a home outside of Tokyo, far enough away not to be bothered too much, but close enough that she didn’t need to worry about getting stuff. She drives around now in her 1967 Chevrolet Impala she bought from a collector in Japan, looking for clues about her mother and generally shooting anything that bothers her too horribly much. Granted, such behavior usually attracts a lot of attention when you are near the spiritual hub of the planet, and thus;
Enter, Natalie Forge
