DOSSIER: Syndi Nightfire

SUBJECT: Syndi Nightfire [aka, Syn]
AGE: 20.
RACE: Human.
GENDER: Female.


FACTION: The Brotherhood.
RANK IN FACTION: Discipulus Lux.

ARMAMENTS:
Two pistols that she wears on her upper thigh.
Two daggers; one in right boot the other strapped to the holster of her left pistol.
Syringe with haze tucked behind her ear always keeps it there for emergencies.

ARMOR:
Just steel toed boots. Nothing more.

SKILLS:
Basic First Aid skills, rather idiotic mainly just wings it.
Enhanced senses. She was experimented on when she was younger by a halcyon reject, basically, and he somehow twisted her nerves around and planted enhancing chemicals into her blood stream. Tweaking with her nerves now her senses are heightened.
As her senses have been increased she's rather crazy so she has made up her own martial arts, she's the only one who really knows the moves.
Really bad with guns and explosives, but very good with technology.
She has learned to understand what she despises the most.
Expert at being a bitch and not caring for others.

LIVING FAMILY: None except her husband, Vladimir Bombacci.
FAMILY (DECEASED): Father and Mother, even though she didn't know them and Angelina her 'sister/mentor'.

BIOGRAPHY:
Syndi remembers little of her childhood except for moving around a lot and faint images of what her mother looked like yet she doesn't remember her father at all. She vaguely recalls the day when several officials came to the door and separated her from her family after that point on she remembers men in lab coats, pristine white halls, odd machinery, and human fitted aquariums, or tanks.

She remembered the testing they had performed on her over months of observations and numerous case studies. She remembered most of all the pricks of needles, flashlights watching her pupils move in the direction of an assistants finger, and the scamp clothing she was allowed, typically a hospital gown. Most of all though the constant IV drip, the bad food she never actually tasted, and the complete lack of privacy that she had been allowed even in her numerous homes as a child living in the slums.

Syndi was finally subjected to the experimentation. She remembered the doctors behaviors impatient tapping of their feet because she was submerged in a tank as they pricked her with more syringes and injected her with numerous serums. She remembered the odd flashing of colors before her eyes, the twitching of her muscles, and the tingling of her nerves. The excitement that she grasped from their faces as they watched her reactions, perhaps even a faint sadistic pleasure as the men in their white lab clothes eyed her greedily as though she were a trophy, almost repulsed her. They watched her watching herself as she briefly left her body to see the fragile blonde haired girl , tiny and twitching, curled up in a fetal position on the floor. And then she remembered their downfall, their disappointment and fever that never broke.

The once clean hospital gowns now sweat drenched ripe with her odor and her constant dehydration and delirium she remembered the disappointment in her, her shame that she could not bear at failing them. She only seemed to get worse she was eventually outcast, left on a corner, with nothing but her rank clothes.

She had eventually developed an art form slaying quickly the true survivor she had been taken in by the best, Angelina, almost like an older sister to her. She had first taken her on her 'business trips' meeting up with men of all different variations. The military officers on their weekend passes, crime lords, drug lords, and corporation leaders, men of all shapes and sizes. They were always excited by the tall slender dark haired woman accompanied the innocent blonde haired girl with huge blue eyes staring out from the delicate cheeks like hopefully little moon beams.

Angelina had shown her a developed art form, they would never actually have sex with the men. The exciting groping fool would be so eager and inspired by their salacious bodies that they would grasp up the side arm that the fool frequently carried on his person and slam it down against the mans temple just as he was unbuttoning his pants, or sometimes more dire situations, about to enter her. Angelina had truly shown her that they could loot the man for all he was worth, split the spoils, and then treat themselves to whatever caught their fancy without having to sacrifice anything of their own in the long run.

But as we all know all good things must come to an end, or just explode as Angelina did one day. Perhaps a disgruntled customer unsatisfied by her services a phantom once more rising up from the past of questionable behaviors had returned for a bittersweet revenge. Syndi watched the fire works but it was no independence day. Maybe naive, maybe stupid or maybe paying a tribute to her almost sister, Angelina, she kept on with their charade. But she should have known better for as she had witnessed the foolish act blowing up in Angelina's face or rather just blowing her up, she should have seen it coming.

She had grown lazy and perhaps pillaged the wallets and pockets of too many violence addicted crime lords. For eventually she found them hounding her tracks. She had spent many a night laying awake in interchanging hotel rooms clutching the grip of a .38 pistol she wasn't even sure of how to operate. Eventually she had devised a scheme that which Angelina probably could have thought of in a matter of moments. However she had often berated herself that she was not quite the same stitching or fabric as Angelina was.

In a frantic search she had sought out the kind of protection that a prostitute might. Though she was not quite willing to give over her free will , the only thing that she really truly valued about herself. She had roamed the streets her eyes wide eyed and the color of a stormy sea looking over the many men that crowded them. At last she had found the kind of war weathered man, an obvious survivor, lithe almost sword like in form. He wasn't obvious though his movements were easy, fluid like a stalking big cat on the prowl. He wasn't obvious or gloating, other fools seemed to feel it necessary to sport and flaunt whatever they could to present themselves as menacing. However she found them to be comparable to clowns at the fair wearing face paint, over sized shoes, and multi colored felt jackets trying much too hard to be that which they weren't, funny, or in the case of these men, threatening. They were not.

She had approached him solicitously offering her services wagging her bottom from side to side, though had she known or seen it through his eyes he almost saw her as a puppy dog wagging her tail, eager to please him [Nom nom nom - added in by vlad <3]. And so he took her home purely out of amusement. She had gotten to the part where she would take up his side arm and wield it against him except bewildering to her he seemed to have forgotten about the promised intercourse completely. She was straddling him both of them in a large over sized arm chair his side arm still holstered at his side. He had reached up to her chin grasping her soft flesh the curvature of her jaw bone, cradling her head, he inclined it downward towards him, and stared up into her eyes, as though he were slowly processing the magnitude of her soul, taking it out fraction by fraction, piece by piece, and examining it all. She thought it had been an eternity that she had stared into his eyes, and wondered how a man ever could become like this, so convoluted and imperceptible. She felt susceptible to him, vulnerable and scared to be so near a stranger that had seen entirely too much of the world, and yet still survived. She had thought herself a person of insight, clever, even cunning, though being near him made her feel an infant again, a fetus for all she could compare.

The door exploded inwardly towards them, men drove through, she didn't know if they were there for him, or for her. Somehow she had landed on the ground, tossed, leaped, or fell as he flung off the comfortable furnishing and was already squeezing off rounds at them. His movements were light, easy, swift and astonishing as he continued to perform what might've been an odd dance. Soon they were all a heaping mess on the floor, and she slowly crawled out from behind, only to be torn up off the ground and dragged out, back down the alley way and off towards a destination yet underived.

They were on the run for what seemed like a year or more, from hide out to motel, a shoot out here, a fist fight there, and more men with newly broken faces than she cared to count, and sometimes over her. He protected her, she would give him that, but his emotions were so erratic, so unsteady, she often wondered if he would turn on her one day, and leave her fallen and bleeding like he had those so many others. She did not blame him though, or even care, his actions to her, seemed benevolent and right, he was infallible in his course, and she did not question him. The fact that he had protected her, and stayed loyal to her, unwilling to betray, turn her in for a cash reward, or leave her somewhere to save himself, the way every other person in her life had, except for Angelina had made her warm to him, feeling needful of him for safety. As any in this situation would, their bond had formed, and made them inseparable, two beings, but one, and lost without the other. They needed one another.

He had come out of nowhere, an accident, really. A surprise. The one good morsel in a heaping stack of shit that had been her life up until him. He made it good, even during the bad, he made it good, and she had finally found another human that she could make smile, and she felt breathless when she did. He was not a smiler, but, she did it to him, and no other could. She was special to him, and she loved him, he loved her, and they married. They spoke vows, and they held each other, slowly rocking their bodies back and forth with a song they both knew the words too. However, even before all this, ever since their first night together, when he had first protected her, when she was going to rob him, they had never left each other's side, they had never abandoned the other. They had stayed with one another, from the moment they first layed eyes on the other.

They united under their common belief and set out to pick up the reigns of the brotherhood. Working along side each other with one another and eventually establishing themselves at the helm. They actively worked against the progression of technology as they both saw themselves as part of the many who had been victimized, traumatized, and disinherited by the mile stones made in the furtherance of technology.