Canary and Hawk

Canary

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  Concept art for Canary

• Stuff

  • Race: Mod-Human
  • Class: Social Elite, leader of Mityan Purity League, 3-star General
  • Alignment: Lawful Evil
  • Deity: N/A - Enforced atheism
  • Age: 20
  • Body Type: Muscled, semi robotic
  • Height: 5'10"
  • Weight: 230 lbs
  • Complexion: Bleached White and Chrome
  • Hair: Long/Synthetic Bright Blue
  • Eyes: Black and silver blue
  • Handedness: Left
  • Scars: The bullet holes in her chest, across her left cheek and the joins of her mods
  • Personality: Cold and commandeering, Canary is the most feared general of the five in Mitya. When she gets drunk she's a different person.
  • Mannerisms: Quick to Fight, won't back down, tends to swear and look down on people when they act foolish, and very stubborn.
  • Likes: Action, fighting, being important, getting Updated, drinking, people following rules, being brown-nosed, being listened to, making plans, killing
  • Dislikes: Freak sympathizers, time wasters, excess, overly arrogant people, General Hawk
  • Mods: Entire left arm up to her shoulder, left leg up to almost her waist and half of her pelvis, half of the right side of her jaw. Most of the left side of her head is internally modded. If electrocuted or malfunctioning, she can go completely blind, and deaf in her right ear, and her speaking relies entirely on an emulator that allows her to speak three of the 'civilized' languages of Vanehaim
  • Merits: 983 confirmed kills, top of the class graduate of boot camp, early graduate of boot camp, Three "Mityan Six Point Stars of hHonor", Eight "Silver Bars" for sacrifice in battle, Three "Silver Ovals" for quick thinking in battle, Two "Golden Bars" for sacrifice in battle, Three "Silver Bullets" for honarary services to Mitya, One "Golden Bullet" for honarary services to Mitya
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• About

  Her first encounter was when she was four. Playing in the garden of her home in the capitol of Mitya, Speryo.
  
  The sirens were going off, but she ignored them, intent on her playing. A man rushed through the gate, wide eyes, only he looked... Odd. She'd never seen someone with Orange skin before, nor with Horns. He crouched, saying something she couldn't understand, reaching for her. His hands were like claws, and she screamed as he touched her, her voice high and shrill. Before he could react, He skull was blown open, showering her with blood and chunks. A man stood across the garden in the gate, lowering a steaming gun.
  
  She now spends her days Taking after him. She wormed her way up the ranks of the Task Force with ease, Unafraid of the demons that threatened her homeland. Now that the war between Mitya and the Black Empire has become, she is at the front lines, taking out as many of the bastards as she can, Her only regret that there were so few for her to shoot.

• Gallery

  Art trade by FreeJayFly
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• DnD Stats 1-25

  STR	16	INT	18
  DEX	12	WIS	14
  CON	15	CHA	10