Aireen HasteAireen was born and raised in Vyronia, under the guidance of her father —
a fierce mercenary who spent his entire life working for one of the largest
organizations. Despite his past and present, her father wanted
to save enough money as quickly as possible to be
able to retire forever. One day, it happened;
after buying a small house far from the hustle and dangers of their home country,
the mercenary left his job, surrendering to his long-awaited rest.
Her father taught Aireen everything he knew, and daily training
made her a decent fighter. When the time came to fend for herself,
Aireen followed in her father's footsteps and became a mercenary.
Initially working for small organizations, gaining experience and
perfecting her body, she thought of nothing, spending her time
carelessly in bars with friends who were mercenaries just like her.
Later, she managed to get a job in the very organization where her
father had worked. Not without his help. More money, more interesting assignments,
more experience, more loyal friends. Life seemed insanely
wonderful to her.
It happened a month ago. Leaving the site of another
operation, the soldiers, as always, rushed as fast as they could to board the vehicles.
Briskly jumping over tree roots and stone debris
of structures, Aireen and Konrad were racing each other. Aireen, as always,
was ahead, occasionally cheering on her friend.
- Come on, loser, beat me for once! - the girl shouted, laughing.
Konrad only laughed loudly in response, baring his bearded face in
a malicious grin.
Suddenly, Aireen felt pain throughout her body; her foot caught on
a ledge and the girl tumbled across the ground. She felt
painful pressure in her chest and abdomen. Exhausted, she tried
to get to her feet, clutching her stomach with her arms.
- What's wrong with you?! Are you wounded?! - shouted Konrad, running up to her.
- I feel...
Aireen didn't have time to finish; she vomited a bloody mass, after which
she lost consciousness.
***
- Three to four months, - the medic stated, stubbing out a cigarette in the ashtray.
Aireen, sitting on the examination table, shook her head, not understanding the doctor's words.
- Three to four months?.. - she asked again.
- Then the disease will consume you completely; I advise you to live them colorfully.
The doctor threw his gloves on the table and headed for the exit.
- What?! - having processed his words, the girl screamed. - Where do I go? Who treats this kind of shit?
The medic laughed gloomily, turning toward her.
- Certainly not in Vyronia, and certainly not for the money mercenaries earn.
***
The room was warm and bright, not at all like the hospitals
in Vyronia. Aireen sat on her cot, slowly recovering from
the surgery. A doctor dressed in a white coat (the likes of which she had never seen)
was writing something on a form, occasionally glancing at the patient.
- I'm afraid, dear, we can help you no further; a year,
maybe a year and a half.
- What? Then again?.. - Aireen's face contorted.
- Oh... - The doctor looked at her with pity, - a repeat operation
here won't help; the intervention of expensive,
high-tech drugs and drones will be required.
- I have no more money; I gave you practically everything I saved over several years!
The doctor only shrugged his shoulders.
- We did everything we could, miss, rest, - the doctor headed toward
the exit of the ward, but, remembering something, stopped. - One of the largest corporations is recruiting new people.
Perhaps you, with your abilities, should try your luck there.
Nationality:
VyroniaMicrochip:
1257Stats:Strength -
11Agility -
8 Speed -
9 Intelligence -
7 Willpower -
6 Perception -
9 Perks:—
5 Skill Points for abilities related to military affairs (Vyronia).
— Jack of all trades. +3 skill points.Skills:Ranged combat. Accuracy +30%, evasion +30%.
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Pistol. Accuracy +30%, AP -1.—
Assault rifle. Accuracy +30%, firing speed and range +50%.Melee combat. Accuracy +60%, +5 movement speed, +5 initiative, +20% evasion.
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If the target fails a strength check — maims them.—
Duelist. In combat against other melee warriors, gains +30% evasion, 40% chance to parry enemy attack, 30% to disarm.Military training. Evasion +20%, health +100.
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+2 strength, +50 health.—
Sprint. Movement speed +10Infiltrator. x2IT Specialist. Ability to hack systems. x2Assassin. Attacking unsuspecting characters kills them. Can be used with one-handed and ranged weapons, as well as without weapons at all. x2Inventory:Combat knife.
Pistol.
Some amount of money.
PDA.