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Who was I?
Tia

But this is who I am now
or maybe Tia is just a guise...

If I must say it, I'm
Female

Don't tell, but I'm
33

Let the world know me
I'm whatever I need to be. Charming, witty, cold, polite, bubbly. I can put on any act to get what I need accomplished. I do tend to be overprotective of our runaways, though I've gotten over that for the most part. I will always stand up and speak my mind, when it won't hurt my company. I know what I want and how I want it and I will have it that way, or else.

The scars run deep
Between my sister and I, we've worked in all the professions our agency offers. We've owned the company for years, but no one knows ro disputes our ownership, popularity, or talent.

The Sisters?
I'm the co-owner of Aurora. My sister owns the rest of our company.

By the way
My sister and I have mastered forgeries of any type, and we often use the skills to help our runaways start again.

No strings attached
thymeast22

My designated code name is
Chi

However, my actual name is
Kai

I stopped aging normally when accepted into the program, but when accepted I was
29

My gender hasn't changed, I am still
Female

I may be a cyborg but I am not a robot and that means I feel and have my own personality. I've been told I'm
bold, commanding, and independent. I'm not the best at taking orders, but that comes from my work. I'm snarky and sarcastic, but I can be gentle, soothing, and calming if necessary.

I was made as a weapon to hunt down and destroy the Eta systems, but I still prefer to use my
handgun.

Just because I went through the process of becoming a cyborg doesn't mean I lost my memories. I've had a very interesting life.
As a child, I skipped two grades, which allowed me to graduate early. I took the ROTC route, letting the army pay for me to attend college and medical school. I was a field doctor and surgeon for two years before I applied to Project Redemption. Now, I focus healing our human aspects, still working as a field doctor, and fighting when necessary in order to prevent others from being hurt.

My Maker:
thymeast22

Cyborg

My designated name is
Zeta

I am technically 10 years in age but I was created to appear
19

My designated gender is
Female

While I am an A.I. program, that does not mean I have no feelings or personality of my own. In fact I am actually
usually fairly sweet. Most think I'm one of the more gentle androids, and I tend to be. Until I have a reason not to be, such as being ordered to exterminate the target. I will always have a soft spot for most animals, strangely enough. They tell me it was a flaw in my programming, but they only tried to say so once. Afterwards, they learned I was exactly what they wanted me to be: a cold blooded killer.

I was created to excel in anything I did, however when I fight I prefer to use my
blades or bow and arrow. I can use any gun, though I prefer daggers, swords, etc if I cannot find a bow. If it is sharp and pointy, I can use it well.

hough my existence has been brief, it does not mean it has been boring.
I was created to be a hunter, a sniper, and an assassin. My missions were to kill key members of competing companies and to hunt down those who fled society, those who tried to hide from us where an android shouldn't be. Unfortunately for them, I'm the better hunter. Now I'm with the others again, rather than in the forests, but I still hunt, and always find my prey.

My Maker:
thymeast22

October 5th. A typical day, no different than any other. Six friends meet as they had every other day, but something is different. One is acting distant with a distant smile she refuses to completely explain. She met someone, she tells them. They can meet him tomorrow, but she won’t say who he is. It’s a surprise. Everything will be explained tomorrow when we meet for lunch.



Midnight. Phones ring, sirens blare, lights flash harsh red into the night. News travels quickly, as the town is small. No one knows what happened. The police rule it suicide, though the hospital has concerns. So many bruises, so many improperly healed bones. She had been beaten for over twelve years. Some say she killed herself to escape. Others say murder, though there was no proof.

She was found in her room, curled up in her chair with her favorite book, wrists slit to the elbow, down to the bone. Crimson blood stained the pages, seeping through her new dress to pool on the floor around her. She looked peaceful, as though asleep, except for the blood.

No one knows for sure what happened. She had always been so happy, so carefree, so innocent and pure. She took her secrets to her grave.

1. No godmodding. (I, and only I, have the power to do that. Which will only be used for the sake of plot advancements.)
2. Be lit(no chatspeak), or else I'll have to grant you a horrible and painful death. ^_^ This also includes proper grammar, punctuation, and spelling.
3. PM me all PROFILES titled "Cheating Death Profile".
4. Follow the rules(these and those of the guild) and Gaia ToS.
5. There is no cybering whatsoever.
6. I have the right to kick you out, I'll give you one warning. The second time you are out.
7. Wait for me to approve the profile and say 'go ahead and post' before you do so.
8. I, and only I, have the right to ignore, rewrite, change, remove, add to, or cause these rules to spontaneously combust.

Profiles

I am still unsure if I meant to jump or not. Either way, I fell. It was glorious. I was weightless; the wind hugged and caressed me, the sun smiled coyly through wisps of cloud. Then the earth snatched me away. Claws grabbed my skin, sank deep. I was slammed into concrete, snapping bones and ripping flesh. My world went red, crimson blood mellowing scarlet pain. Needles stabbed over and over, flashing pinpoints of white in a sea of red. The sea froze over, a soothing blue numbness settling over me. Then beautiful red faded to merciful black.

A whisper of feathers woke me. I yawned, stiffly sat up and wondered why my bed was so hard. Then I remembered, white and red and blue flashing through my memory. The blare of car horns jolted me into reality. Colors sped down the street, cars weaving in and out of lanes. People hurried down the street, scurrying through crowds. Everyone avoided me, seemingly without realizing it.

“Hello?” No one seemed to hear. I reached out for a woman walking by, but I felt only a flash of warmth in the air and no contact of skin to flesh. My hand had passed through her.

A flash of brown caught my eye. I turned to follow it, but it moved as I did. Tentatively, I reached behind me and felt soft, silky feathers. I looked over my shoulder, saw two wings erupting from my shoulder blades. Feathered in a right mocha brown, they hung from my back, limp and useless.

Suddenly, everything made sense. I was an angel. And I had fallen.