Introducing Brad 'n Remus, the dynamic duo. Accepting any characters who think their power is around their threat level, so things are relatively even.
Full Name: Bradamante von Hollimer.
Preferred Name: Brad.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Race / Species: By most regards, human.
Personality: A lain-back and generally mellow example of a young girl, Brad can be summed up in two words; blissfully clueless. Generally ignorant to other people’s emotions (which, when around her, typically include searing frustration and anger with her near maddening apathy to their feelings), Brad doesn’t really care about the world, much less other people. In battle, Brad generally leaves the fighting to her multi-purpose doll-servant-bodyguard, Remus, and typically zones out, playing her sitar and turning her attention begrudgingly towards the fight only when it’s completely necessary, which isn’t often. Despite her general disinterest towards virtually everything besides her music, video-games and inventions, Brad is in no way unintelligent, or naive; in fact, she’s rather bright, with a near genius-level intellect and knack for constructing steampunk-esque weaponry.
Appearance: Brad stands at about 5’4”, and weighs only a little over 95 pounds (people tell her she should eat more, but truthfully, she consumes massive amounts of sweets all at once without gaining a pound.) With raven black hair that she’s let grown for ages, she barely ever bothers to put it up or move it out of the way of her eyes, and most often lets it hang wherever - this, as you might imagine, leads to her tripping whenever she attempts to walk (which isn’t often), so she typically tries to refrain from walking at all times. Though few people have rarely seen her eyes thanks to her hair, they are in fact a vivid grey.
In terms of clothing, Brad rarely has to do anything that would require her to dress up, formally or otherwise, and can be seldom seen not wearing her favorite pair of blue pajama pants printed with sheep, as well as a simple white t-shirt and fuzzy grey slippers that resemble wolves.
As for her sentient robot guard-servant, Remus, he looks essentially like this metal bloke; http://www.comicon.com/pulse/images_07/0zvr2.jpg
Abilities / Powers: Despite her mastery of several martial arts, her massive intellect, and a rather titanic roundhouse kick, Brad rarely has to lift a finger in battle, and it’s good thing too, because she rarely has the incentive to. No, she leaves her fighting to Remus; her massive, well-mannered robot bodyguard. Complete with nearly indestructible titanium armor, a full database of fighting techniques, a pocket-space weapons storage container where Brad likes to keep her more dangerous toys, a targeting system that can pin-point a lethal shooting range in under .02 seconds, and a pump-action shotgun, any enemy that the duo comes across most often meets a swift (and rather messy) demise.
Inventory: One sitar.
One giant, well-mannered kill-bot named Remus.
One bulky messenger bag.
One top hat.
One steam-powered wrist watch.
One chain-firing bazooka.
One ten-gauge pump-action shotgun.
One arcane-energy neutralization generator.
One pair of boxing gloves.
Two chocolate and peanut-butter Odwalla bars.
One heavily modified DS Lite, complete with a rather enigmatic puzzle game currently present in the cartridge slot.
One robotic carrier-pigeon named Bartlebee.
Likes: Playing her sitar.
Steam.
Napping.
Inventing.
Tinkering.
Puzzle games.
Indie alternative music.
Dislikes: Getting up / walking around.
Fighting.
Cigarette smoke.
Game shows.
Kittens.
Mode of Transportation: A small, covered wagon, carted around by Remus.
Fighting Style: Lay back, play sitar, allow Remus to crush / smash / rend / blast opponent to death. Intervene only when absolutely necessary.
Theme Song: “Inní mér syngur vitleysingur,” by Sigur Ros.
Full Name: Bradamante von Hollimer.
Preferred Name: Brad.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Race / Species: By most regards, human.
Personality: A lain-back and generally mellow example of a young girl, Brad can be summed up in two words; blissfully clueless. Generally ignorant to other people’s emotions (which, when around her, typically include searing frustration and anger with her near maddening apathy to their feelings), Brad doesn’t really care about the world, much less other people. In battle, Brad generally leaves the fighting to her multi-purpose doll-servant-bodyguard, Remus, and typically zones out, playing her sitar and turning her attention begrudgingly towards the fight only when it’s completely necessary, which isn’t often. Despite her general disinterest towards virtually everything besides her music, video-games and inventions, Brad is in no way unintelligent, or naive; in fact, she’s rather bright, with a near genius-level intellect and knack for constructing steampunk-esque weaponry.
Appearance: Brad stands at about 5’4”, and weighs only a little over 95 pounds (people tell her she should eat more, but truthfully, she consumes massive amounts of sweets all at once without gaining a pound.) With raven black hair that she’s let grown for ages, she barely ever bothers to put it up or move it out of the way of her eyes, and most often lets it hang wherever - this, as you might imagine, leads to her tripping whenever she attempts to walk (which isn’t often), so she typically tries to refrain from walking at all times. Though few people have rarely seen her eyes thanks to her hair, they are in fact a vivid grey.
In terms of clothing, Brad rarely has to do anything that would require her to dress up, formally or otherwise, and can be seldom seen not wearing her favorite pair of blue pajama pants printed with sheep, as well as a simple white t-shirt and fuzzy grey slippers that resemble wolves.
As for her sentient robot guard-servant, Remus, he looks essentially like this metal bloke; http://www.comicon.com/pulse/images_07/0zvr2.jpg
Abilities / Powers: Despite her mastery of several martial arts, her massive intellect, and a rather titanic roundhouse kick, Brad rarely has to lift a finger in battle, and it’s good thing too, because she rarely has the incentive to. No, she leaves her fighting to Remus; her massive, well-mannered robot bodyguard. Complete with nearly indestructible titanium armor, a full database of fighting techniques, a pocket-space weapons storage container where Brad likes to keep her more dangerous toys, a targeting system that can pin-point a lethal shooting range in under .02 seconds, and a pump-action shotgun, any enemy that the duo comes across most often meets a swift (and rather messy) demise.
Inventory: One sitar.
One giant, well-mannered kill-bot named Remus.
One bulky messenger bag.
One top hat.
One steam-powered wrist watch.
One chain-firing bazooka.
One ten-gauge pump-action shotgun.
One arcane-energy neutralization generator.
One pair of boxing gloves.
Two chocolate and peanut-butter Odwalla bars.
One heavily modified DS Lite, complete with a rather enigmatic puzzle game currently present in the cartridge slot.
One robotic carrier-pigeon named Bartlebee.
Likes: Playing her sitar.
Steam.
Napping.
Inventing.
Tinkering.
Puzzle games.
Indie alternative music.
Dislikes: Getting up / walking around.
Fighting.
Cigarette smoke.
Game shows.
Kittens.
Mode of Transportation: A small, covered wagon, carted around by Remus.
Fighting Style: Lay back, play sitar, allow Remus to crush / smash / rend / blast opponent to death. Intervene only when absolutely necessary.
Theme Song: “Inní mér syngur vitleysingur,” by Sigur Ros.
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