Name: "Erin" (Birth name unknown)
Age: 23 (Relative), 73 (Actual)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short and slim, at only 5'2" and just over 100lbs., but nonetheless attractive, with a modest but lithe figure and waist-length bright blonde hair. She does have some... eccentricities to her appearance, however: aside from a wide variety of small scars scattered across her body, she has lidless and obviously artificial solid pink eyes, marked with blue crosses instead of pupils- parts of which light up to reflect her mood- and what appears to be a gigantic lag bolt jammed through her head above the ears. Her left arm and part of the left side of her torso are also revealed to be synthetic at more than a cursory glance, as the synthetic skin has been quickly and inexpertly tacked on, with little effort made to blend it with the rest of the body.
Personal information: Erin was born on a backwater that had lost contact with the UWM proper for some time during the Altered Wars, becoming an independent entity unto itself, but little is known about her past, as she went to great lengths to cover it up and sever all connections with her family. It's strongly suspected that she was a technical prodigy, born into money and power and pressured for success through her education, but at some point lost her station- having previously been told she could do whatever she wanted when she grew up, and having seen some of humanity's worst, she decided she was going to rule the world and that it would be better off for it, eventually amassing a modest criminal empire and what could be adequately described as a "Technological Doom Fortress".
Her reign of terror would be short lived, however, as it was around that time that her world peacefully submitted to re-integration by the UWM, and removing her was filed as a "Peacekeeping Action" during the procedure. Given that they were local at the time, and Erin didn't constitute enough of a threat for any sort of actual military response on the UWM proper's part, they deployed the always-handy HMRC to deal with her operation- as informed when what amounted to a giant, rocket-propelled bunker came blasting through her defensive perimeters. To make matters worse, the UWM was significantly more technologically advanced than her planet, and the HMRC simply weren't informed of the local etiquette when it came to elite special operations teams dealing with evil geniuses- when she came down in her shielded box to gloat at them being taken apart by her machinations and test out her latest creation on them, some bitch in the group (with what she soon realized was not an assault rifle, but a man-portable railgun) double-tapped her, blowing her left arm off and nailing her right through the heart clean through two solid feet of bulletproof glass.
Fortunately, she had emergency contingency systems in place, being immediately whisked away to her innermost sanctum and wired to her vast array of medical/technical equipment, but trying to perform open heart surgery on oneself with neurally-controlled, gimble-mounted arms while simultaneously managing semi-autonomous defenses though a drug fueled haze was a losing battle from the get-go; particularly against the grotesquely heavily armed and suicidal/homicidal lunatics arrayed against her- she was only just able to cobble together an artificial heart out of scrap materials, grab a spare prosthetic arm, sequester herself away in her emergency stasis pod, and punch in a 50 year timer by the time the invaders were melting a hole through the blast doors.
Sure, it was supposed to be 500, since the pod was armored against everything short of nuclear blasts, and had an internal fission battery to keep her alive more or less indefinitely, but it'd still be more than long enough for the heat to die down so she could re-emerge and start again from scratch, right?
Had she still been conscious at the time, she wouldn't have expected them to simply prise the stasis cell from where it had been imbedded into the wall and cart it wholesale back to the Paracelsus' Sword, where she would inevitably be damned to join them.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Crimes Against Humanity*
Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 5
Skills:
Speech: 0
Intuition: 0
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional weapons: 1
Exotic Weapons: 0
Auxilliary Systems: 1
Medical Tech: 1
Profession: Fleshtech
*Official conviction for convenience's sake, as the charges on her criminal record are too numerous to conveniently list, and include (but are not limited to), in no particular order: Treason, Terrorism, Espionage, Murder (numerous), Smuggling, Conspiriacy (various), Kidnapping, Possession of Illicit Goods (of virtually every variety), Illegal Experimentation, Cruelty to Animals, Bribery, Assault and Battery, Sexual Assault, Arson (the only charge with only a single count), and Public Indecency (oddly, the most numerous charge).
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