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 | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] Lieutenant Isabelle Wren Regas [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"] ALIAS // SPARTAN [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Thirty-two [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Female [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Hero |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE
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HAIR // Dirty blonde[break]
EYES // Naturally hazel[break]
SKIN // Type III[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
The Lieutenant could frankly care less about "fashion" or expensive clothing. Her attire is either generically comfortable or professional when the occasion calls for it. She feels most at home in fatigues or active wear. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt don't do too bad either, but she habitually dresses to be able to spring into action if ever necessary regardless of event, location, or time. You'll never catch her wearing open-toed shoes or much jewelry.
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She currently has two different prosthetic arms (swappable, both for her left arm); one that looks incredibly realistic other than the seam beneath her shoulder (you wouldn't know unless she's wearing something sleeveless, it's also cold to the touch) and the other that's quite obviously combat-ready and much more durable.
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GENERAL[break][break]
At first look, one might think if they threw the Lieutenant into the water that she'd sink from being made of stone cold cast iron. The term "resting b*tch face" would apply if she were ever at-rest. Instead, Regas is always alert of her surroundings. She walks like any veteran does, fast and with long, purposeful strides. Her posture is extraordinarily perfect and it's easy to assume she has a history in the service after a few minutes of speaking with her just from the general way she holds herself and even stands.
HAIR // Dirty blonde[break]
EYES // Naturally hazel[break]
SKIN // Type III[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
The Lieutenant could frankly care less about "fashion" or expensive clothing. Her attire is either generically comfortable or professional when the occasion calls for it. She feels most at home in fatigues or active wear. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt don't do too bad either, but she habitually dresses to be able to spring into action if ever necessary regardless of event, location, or time. You'll never catch her wearing open-toed shoes or much jewelry.
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She currently has two different prosthetic arms (swappable, both for her left arm); one that looks incredibly realistic other than the seam beneath her shoulder (you wouldn't know unless she's wearing something sleeveless, it's also cold to the touch) and the other that's quite obviously combat-ready and much more durable.
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GENERAL[break][break]
At first look, one might think if they threw the Lieutenant into the water that she'd sink from being made of stone cold cast iron. The term "resting b*tch face" would apply if she were ever at-rest. Instead, Regas is always alert of her surroundings. She walks like any veteran does, fast and with long, purposeful strides. Her posture is extraordinarily perfect and it's easy to assume she has a history in the service after a few minutes of speaking with her just from the general way she holds herself and even stands.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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Regas is strict, blunt, to-the-point, and doesn't believe in any practices of "sugar-coating". The air she caries about her is to be expected from any soldier that's spent their fair share of time in active duty; orderly, trained, steadfast. To most she's described as one of those stereotypical "ice cold" women or "heartless witches", but past her tough shell is a true patriot that's never lost the undying zeal to fight and protect her people and human rights of those oppressed all over the globe. Her need for perfection and inability to move on from war stems and is fed by her passion for justice - even when justice is dirty. If there is a war that needs fighting against bad people, you can bet she'll be one of the first to sign the list to go hunting the villains.
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Due mostly to her upbringing, the Lieutenant is and has always been massively obsessed with being the best soldier she can ever possibly be. Perfection to her craft isn't a job or a hobby, it goes even beyond duty. It's her lifestyle. Though you won't ever hear her admitting it, since her forced medical discharge she's felt utterly lost and without direction. Regas had made her duty her life, and without its familiarity everything else seems alien. Socializing on a meaningful level, relaxing, and adjusting to change are not her strong suits.
Regas is strict, blunt, to-the-point, and doesn't believe in any practices of "sugar-coating". The air she caries about her is to be expected from any soldier that's spent their fair share of time in active duty; orderly, trained, steadfast. To most she's described as one of those stereotypical "ice cold" women or "heartless witches", but past her tough shell is a true patriot that's never lost the undying zeal to fight and protect her people and human rights of those oppressed all over the globe. Her need for perfection and inability to move on from war stems and is fed by her passion for justice - even when justice is dirty. If there is a war that needs fighting against bad people, you can bet she'll be one of the first to sign the list to go hunting the villains.
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Due mostly to her upbringing, the Lieutenant is and has always been massively obsessed with being the best soldier she can ever possibly be. Perfection to her craft isn't a job or a hobby, it goes even beyond duty. It's her lifestyle. Though you won't ever hear her admitting it, since her forced medical discharge she's felt utterly lost and without direction. Regas had made her duty her life, and without its familiarity everything else seems alien. Socializing on a meaningful level, relaxing, and adjusting to change are not her strong suits.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY
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Regas. The family can trace their name back before the Byzantine era, and even then have records of their bloodline in the times beyond surnames of constant war among the ancient Greek islands. They bore the proud red lambda to display their homeland of Laconia - of Sparta and Spartan culture. They fought the Persians on the shore, they battled the Athenians in open waters, and though the change of times had conformed their society into the unified Greece, they had never lost their talents for war. The first of their confirmed blood-relative on their family tree, Zeuxis, was named so after he was struck by lightning during a combat trial near his coming of age to manhood. Not only did the lightning not kill him, it hadn't harmed him at all. In fact, it's said that he became an even sharper and more agile warrior. Thus, he was named after the god Zeus for the bolt thrust down upon him.
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Those were the first sign of the family's gifts. It wasn't until the era of electricity that they truly began to shine. While some could act as human lightning rods, others could store electricity in their bodies to power light sources or sound equipment just by touch. On a biological level, the family was a conductive wonder. Just as her father (and his father, and his father, and his uncle and brother, and all nearly ancestors before them), she was raised in a household dedicated to excellence, duty, and honor within warfare.
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Isabelle was the youngest of two, her elder brother being born only two years before her. With an incredibly well-known and decorated veteran father and a military physicist scientist for a mother, the two children were raised with strict rules, diets, and education. Their mother was a workaholic and relatively uninvolved in their lives minus directing their dieting habits and setting chores. Their father, the Colonel (or "sir"), had been hard on them since birth. Both were pushed to achieve the very best they could academically, physically, etc. Naturally, Isabelle's older brother excelled more quickly at their tasks due to his age advantage.
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Her father had always seen her and spoken to her as someone only "second best". Though she and her brother grew very close and he encouraged her to train harder, to focus on her studies rather than their father's pride, and to always remember that they were on the "same team", the Colonel never stopped comparing them and seeing her as lesser. She trained harder, she slept less, she studied more, but no amount of success earned her any praise. Her older brother joined the armed forces as soon as was legal, passing his SEAL training with flying colors and deploying to the middle east shortly after. Life without him and training on her own made it evident that their father missed his presence.
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The Metahuman Families involved in the armed forces recruited her to the Special Task Force division of the Air Force in order to make the most out of her unique talents. Regas was the top of her class, graduated officers training in minimum time, and seized every opportunity for decoration and success that she could. Three years in, she was called home to accompany her brother's casket on the flight and deliver it to the States. Her brother, her biggest advocate, her greatest friend had died fighting for what he believed in. Her mother gave her some comfort in their mutual grief, but her father hadn't even looked at her during the funeral. Not once. He wouldn't say it... but she knew he wished that the places of his children had been reversed. Since then, she hasn't said a word to the Colonel.
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The newly promoted Lieutenant flew back to the battlefield, back to her true home, and spent an entire tour helping lead defensive countermeasures against terrorist threats and rebel armies. During an emergency EVAC on what was to be her last mission, the helicopter's back propeller jammed from small arms' fire damage. Her squad loaded onto the chopper, but she ran to the back of the bird. The fans above her thumped in her ears, their screams and shouts at her seemed miles away, and the bullets shooting off to cover one another shook her bones as she scrambled to reach an inside panel beyond the propeller's circular outer shield. Ripping the small door off, she set her hand to the small, exposed backup battery cell and jolted whatever power she could through it to force the blades to override and shove past the small bends that'd been damaged.
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All she remembered after that was red. Red and her brothers-in-arms yelling over one another. Regas woke up two weeks later in a hospital in Germany with all but her shoulder missing from her left arm and a few shards of shrapnel lodged into her head. The damaging risks to remove the pieces were incredibly large and she'd been told she was the luckiest woman to live with metal in her brain that hadn't damaged any motor functions, memories, or speech. Besides the headaches, the few bits (for now) seemed to land miraculously in just the right place. But she didn't feel so lucky. The day she woke up was the day her life ended. Any major shocks to the head could've brought risk of life-long injury or death. Her war was over. The Lieutenant was thanked for her service and sent home with a purple heart to live safely and comfortably back in the States. No amount of fighting to go back overseas got her anywhere, but it did eventually grab the attention of a British Meta Councillor among the Families. Two years under his service as his personal chief of security had taught her plenty of the hidden meta world that she'd never truly been interested in before.
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And then the Event happened. A year went by until she received an email from the States. No, from a previous commanding officer in the Air Force. The first line was all she needed to read. "We can't reactivate you, but I might have found something to get you back in the fight." It wasn't the war she wanted to return to... but the offer intrigued her enough to request a leave from the Councillor and fly back to America in hopes to find a new sense of direction.
Regas. The family can trace their name back before the Byzantine era, and even then have records of their bloodline in the times beyond surnames of constant war among the ancient Greek islands. They bore the proud red lambda to display their homeland of Laconia - of Sparta and Spartan culture. They fought the Persians on the shore, they battled the Athenians in open waters, and though the change of times had conformed their society into the unified Greece, they had never lost their talents for war. The first of their confirmed blood-relative on their family tree, Zeuxis, was named so after he was struck by lightning during a combat trial near his coming of age to manhood. Not only did the lightning not kill him, it hadn't harmed him at all. In fact, it's said that he became an even sharper and more agile warrior. Thus, he was named after the god Zeus for the bolt thrust down upon him.
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Those were the first sign of the family's gifts. It wasn't until the era of electricity that they truly began to shine. While some could act as human lightning rods, others could store electricity in their bodies to power light sources or sound equipment just by touch. On a biological level, the family was a conductive wonder. Just as her father (and his father, and his father, and his uncle and brother, and all nearly ancestors before them), she was raised in a household dedicated to excellence, duty, and honor within warfare.
[break][break]
Isabelle was the youngest of two, her elder brother being born only two years before her. With an incredibly well-known and decorated veteran father and a military physicist scientist for a mother, the two children were raised with strict rules, diets, and education. Their mother was a workaholic and relatively uninvolved in their lives minus directing their dieting habits and setting chores. Their father, the Colonel (or "sir"), had been hard on them since birth. Both were pushed to achieve the very best they could academically, physically, etc. Naturally, Isabelle's older brother excelled more quickly at their tasks due to his age advantage.
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Her father had always seen her and spoken to her as someone only "second best". Though she and her brother grew very close and he encouraged her to train harder, to focus on her studies rather than their father's pride, and to always remember that they were on the "same team", the Colonel never stopped comparing them and seeing her as lesser. She trained harder, she slept less, she studied more, but no amount of success earned her any praise. Her older brother joined the armed forces as soon as was legal, passing his SEAL training with flying colors and deploying to the middle east shortly after. Life without him and training on her own made it evident that their father missed his presence.
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The Metahuman Families involved in the armed forces recruited her to the Special Task Force division of the Air Force in order to make the most out of her unique talents. Regas was the top of her class, graduated officers training in minimum time, and seized every opportunity for decoration and success that she could. Three years in, she was called home to accompany her brother's casket on the flight and deliver it to the States. Her brother, her biggest advocate, her greatest friend had died fighting for what he believed in. Her mother gave her some comfort in their mutual grief, but her father hadn't even looked at her during the funeral. Not once. He wouldn't say it... but she knew he wished that the places of his children had been reversed. Since then, she hasn't said a word to the Colonel.
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The newly promoted Lieutenant flew back to the battlefield, back to her true home, and spent an entire tour helping lead defensive countermeasures against terrorist threats and rebel armies. During an emergency EVAC on what was to be her last mission, the helicopter's back propeller jammed from small arms' fire damage. Her squad loaded onto the chopper, but she ran to the back of the bird. The fans above her thumped in her ears, their screams and shouts at her seemed miles away, and the bullets shooting off to cover one another shook her bones as she scrambled to reach an inside panel beyond the propeller's circular outer shield. Ripping the small door off, she set her hand to the small, exposed backup battery cell and jolted whatever power she could through it to force the blades to override and shove past the small bends that'd been damaged.
[break][break]
All she remembered after that was red. Red and her brothers-in-arms yelling over one another. Regas woke up two weeks later in a hospital in Germany with all but her shoulder missing from her left arm and a few shards of shrapnel lodged into her head. The damaging risks to remove the pieces were incredibly large and she'd been told she was the luckiest woman to live with metal in her brain that hadn't damaged any motor functions, memories, or speech. Besides the headaches, the few bits (for now) seemed to land miraculously in just the right place. But she didn't feel so lucky. The day she woke up was the day her life ended. Any major shocks to the head could've brought risk of life-long injury or death. Her war was over. The Lieutenant was thanked for her service and sent home with a purple heart to live safely and comfortably back in the States. No amount of fighting to go back overseas got her anywhere, but it did eventually grab the attention of a British Meta Councillor among the Families. Two years under his service as his personal chief of security had taught her plenty of the hidden meta world that she'd never truly been interested in before.
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And then the Event happened. A year went by until she received an email from the States. No, from a previous commanding officer in the Air Force. The first line was all she needed to read. "We can't reactivate you, but I might have found something to get you back in the fight." It wasn't the war she wanted to return to... but the offer intrigued her enough to request a leave from the Councillor and fly back to America in hopes to find a new sense of direction.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER
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ABILITY[break][break]
Regas is a human computer; an empty dock waiting to be fitted out. Her biology doesn't only accept foreign, technological objects, but it heals around them as its own. Plug her nervous system into the flight controls of a jet and she'll fly it in the seat. Augment her ear drums with advanced hearing electronics and she'll be able to adjust the frequencies herself. Her body acts as both battery and operator to the technology its given.
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LIMITS[break][break]
Any piece of hardware must be attached into the body in order for her to be able to make a connection with it (unless it's a naked battery/power source, like holding a 12V bare in her hand). For quick interactions, this usually means jamming whatever she needs to into her own arms or thighs where major nerves frequent. For long-term hardware (or software through that hardware; i.e. a program that lets her record her vision through a camera in her eye) this means surgery. Additionally, her brain does not automatically "learn"/gain instant knowledge on what its given. Should she be given a program or software, she'll still need to experiment and study it to understand it, not unlike someone messing around with a computer for the first time when they turn it on. Regas has never interacted with or self-powered anything larger than an F-22. This is her current maximum limit.
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The Lieutenant has the current modifications:[break]
-Advanced cybernetick/prosthetic arm.[break]
-Multi-port socket on right hip (USB/SD/Micro SD connections).[break]
-Generic +/- Power Strip socket in right wrist (for wire connections).[break]
-Augmented "hearing aid" surgical implants.[break]
-Soon, eye removal for permanent false advanced prosthetic.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
There's a lot here, and frankly it all depends on how much she's augmenting herself. The more of herself she augments, the less human she becomes and relies more on machinery. This means that anything that happens to that machinery either needs to be repaired or replaced; or that bit of her is useless. For example, if right now someone used some form of EMP or system over-shock, it'll either make her hearing entirely human (probably muffled from the aid devices in there) or harm it. Her weakness is in the devices she uses. Overloads of electricity are incredibly harmful to her since whatever can short-circuit devices will render hers damaged or just plain turned-off/broken. There's also room to experiment with new types of computer viruses should she open a file in an SD card that's plugged into her that involves damaging malware. The symptoms of these might vary to fatigue, speech-malfunction (stroke-like) issues, temporary loss of motor functions/senses, and migraines.
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ABILITY[break][break]
Regas is a human computer; an empty dock waiting to be fitted out. Her biology doesn't only accept foreign, technological objects, but it heals around them as its own. Plug her nervous system into the flight controls of a jet and she'll fly it in the seat. Augment her ear drums with advanced hearing electronics and she'll be able to adjust the frequencies herself. Her body acts as both battery and operator to the technology its given.
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LIMITS[break][break]
Any piece of hardware must be attached into the body in order for her to be able to make a connection with it (unless it's a naked battery/power source, like holding a 12V bare in her hand). For quick interactions, this usually means jamming whatever she needs to into her own arms or thighs where major nerves frequent. For long-term hardware (or software through that hardware; i.e. a program that lets her record her vision through a camera in her eye) this means surgery. Additionally, her brain does not automatically "learn"/gain instant knowledge on what its given. Should she be given a program or software, she'll still need to experiment and study it to understand it, not unlike someone messing around with a computer for the first time when they turn it on. Regas has never interacted with or self-powered anything larger than an F-22. This is her current maximum limit.
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The Lieutenant has the current modifications:[break]
-Advanced cybernetick/prosthetic arm.[break]
-Multi-port socket on right hip (USB/SD/Micro SD connections).[break]
-Generic +/- Power Strip socket in right wrist (for wire connections).[break]
-Augmented "hearing aid" surgical implants.[break]
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
There's a lot here, and frankly it all depends on how much she's augmenting herself. The more of herself she augments, the less human she becomes and relies more on machinery. This means that anything that happens to that machinery either needs to be repaired or replaced; or that bit of her is useless. For example, if right now someone used some form of EMP or system over-shock, it'll either make her hearing entirely human (probably muffled from the aid devices in there) or harm it. Her weakness is in the devices she uses. Overloads of electricity are incredibly harmful to her since whatever can short-circuit devices will render hers damaged or just plain turned-off/broken. There's also room to experiment with new types of computer viruses should she open a file in an SD card that's plugged into her that involves damaging malware. The symptoms of these might vary to fatigue, speech-malfunction (stroke-like) issues, temporary loss of motor functions/senses, and migraines.
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PLAYED BY REBEL
PLAYED BY REBEL
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JESSICA BIEL as Isabelle Regas
PHARAOH LEAP.
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