Operative Cerda
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Operative Iliana Cerda | |
| Player: @Twylite | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | SoA |
| Threat Level: | ' |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Iliana Cerda |
| Known Aliases: | ' |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 27 |
| Height: | 5'6" |
| Weight: | 140lbs |
| Eye Color: | Brown |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Hispanic |
| Occupation: | Wolf Spider Enforcer |
| Place of Birth: | Phoenix Arizona |
| Base of Operations: | St. Martial |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | none |
| Known Powers | |
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| Known Abilities | |
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| Equipment | |
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| No additional information available. | |
The 14 year old girl crept to her bedroom window and carefully pushed it open. It made a fierce scraping and she quickly looked over her shoulder. In the darkness she could make out the shape of her uncle sprawled across her bed. The blood dripped from the gaping hole in his chest onto the pink Cinderella rug on the floor. She snorted in disgust. "Pinche puto pendejo baboso..you got what you deserved...I tol' you.. NEVER touch me again," she muttered. Without another look, she tucked the switchblade into her bathrobe pocket climbed out the window into the night.
"Now..move forward.. now now now! MOVE! DAMN IT MOVE and SWING it up.. No.. Fuck NO! Swing it up like you mean it! There! YES! Now. Fire!!" The Bane Spider looked down the line at the trainees as they drilled with the maces they'd been given. His eyes stopped. "Oh for the love of.. " He strode down to stand in front of the struggling soldier.
"Cerda... what the FUCK do you think you are doing?" He grabbed the front of the trainee's poorly fitting practice armor and pulled up until the soldier had to stand on tiptoes. "I said SWING IT.. not yank it," he sneered. "Tho I got something you can yank later tonight."
A low chuckle rippled through the other soldiers as they paused to watch. Under the helm the cheeks of the soldier flamed red.
The Bane whipped his head around, "What the fuck are YOU laughing at? Get back to it!"
The chuckles turned to grumbles as the trainees went back to their drills. The Bane Spider turned his attention back to the hapless soldier in his grip.
"Sir, I will try again, sir," the soldier said.
"What the fuck is this TRY shit, soldier?" the Bane barked. "You been 'trying' for a week now and you STILL ain't got it."
He let go suddenly and the soldier stumbled back. "You don't got it now, you never will." He turned his back on the soldier, "Pack your shit and go back to the Wolf Spider barracks. The only way you could get through this is on your back...but even *I* have my standards."
Operative Iliana Cerda gathered her gear then straightened. The rough laughter and obscene explicatives battered her back, her cheeks flaming red. "Fuck you," she muttered under her breath, "Fuck all of you and the fucking spiders you rode in on." She walked through the guarded gate and turned toward the Wolf Spider barracks.
