Hail Mary===IDENTITY=== Full Name: Drone #002
Codename: Hail Mary
Nickname(s): One-Wing
Creation Date: Eons Ago
Classification: Alien Cyborg
Affiliation: Evil
===PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION===
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: She has no eyes
Height: Six feet
Weight: Two-hundred lbs.
Other: #002's design resembles that of the women of her home planet. Long blond hair is kept out of her face via pigtail design with the back being rolled into a bun. The female's crown is set into her hair, and those would be the spikes one sees emerging from her scalp. Her garments, made of the lightest, airiest silk, are teal in color and hand-stitched by the maidens of her homeland. Her gladiator sandals are a tribute to her home as well, crafted by the shoemakers of Panacea.
Her mask is a remarkable work; a tool that endows #002 with her great mercenary skills. It is onyx in color and clashes with her fair hair, fair skin, and teal ensemble. It has no eye sockets, but an optical sensor. No ears lobes, but auditory sensors. No mouth, but a communication panel which causes #002's voice to be heard as smooth and sultry, no matter what the situation is.
Interestingly enough, she is missing her left wing. What's left behind is the disfigured stump of a limb that one boasted great, golden feathers. Now, it resembles something more of a tarantula feeler.
===POWERS===
Powers:Flight: At one point in #002's existence, she was capable of moving at the speed of light. Intergalactic folklore tells of a great killer who could transverse entire galaxies in mere moments. But since losing a wing, she can only fly extremely fast now. She's detectable to the human eye, certainly.
Super-being Strength & Durability: Her weapon alone weighs 2,000 lbs. That she carries it with ease is a testament to just how powerful #002 truly is. She can give a punch as well as take one.
Telescopic and Microscopic Vision: Thanks to her mask's optical sensor lens, this being can hone in and see things up to twenty-five kilometers. Additionally, she can hone in on atoms and particles to determine the biological make-up of adversaries she encounters and unfamiliar substances.
Pathfinding: If a target resides in the same celestial neighborhood as #002, she can track them down (giving she'd had met them at least once already). Her ability gives new depth to the saying 'you can run, but you can't hide,' and is yet another testament to #002's extreme mercenary prowess.
===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===
Likes:Dislikes: Strengths: - Her powers, obviously.
- That she is mainly a solitary hunter gives her fewer slow-downs.
- Her will to keep functioning until the task is complete.
Weaknesses:- She's missing a wing, and therefore she isn't at 100%.
- She has no free-will.
- Possesses no alternate form, so there is no hiding for her.
Skills:Equipment:
- Mask - The mask enables her to be an intergalactic leader in tracking.
- Panacea Drone Javelin - This weapon, made from jade and star ore, not only possesses sharp blades, but is also extremely heavy and can therefore be used as a blunt force object.
Habits/Quirks:- She neither eats nor sleep; she's not required either.
Personality: - What personality? She is a drone. She is not a biological being and has no feelings or emotions of her own. The only thing before her is her task. She never looks back on the future; she only stores information for the future and uses it in stratagem and in battle. Never has she loved. Never has she felt loss. Never has she wished she were alive.
===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===
Family: The other 99 drones of the Panacean military.
Place of Origin: Panacea.
Current City: Wherever.
History: A star light years away from Earth was born millenniums ago, and a planet, very much similar to Earth, was created. Life was sustainable on this ball of dirt, and soon a creature akin to man walked to soils of Panacea. Far more advanced than what Earth is today, the people of Panacea were technological savvy, environmentally stable, and most importantly, at peace.
But just because the people of Panacea were at peace with one another, didn't mean that there was peace in their galaxy. One day, it could have been any ordinary day, a space pod crashed onto the planet (conveniently at the planet's capital) and a never before seen alien being emerged from it. He warned of a hostile alien race hellbent on conquering all neighboring planets; his home had been destroyed by these fiends and he was the only one to escape... the last hope to warn others! He perished shortly thereafter and left the Panaceans with a daunting task - to prepare for the invasion.
Having never been the ones for war, the people of the planet had no time to train themselves. Instead, they took to technology in hopes of building something that could save them. For months leading up to the invasion, they trial-and-error'd cybernetic beings called drones before finally settling on a design that they believed would serve their purposes. One hundred of these drones were manufactured before the invading saucers could be seen plummeting into the Panacean atmosphere. With little time to waste, all units were activated! Weapons designed by the forgers of the planet were given to the drones for protection. Underestimating the force that was coming, the people of Panacea found themselves in a grave predicament. Their drones were outnumbered 15 to 1.
People began to evacuate the city-states, trying to find remote locations where they could hopefully be safe from the invaders. The drones were still sent into battle though; the biological beings hoped that their creations could serve as distractions and buy the living enough time to hide. The invaders emerged ready to conquer and the drones stepped forward to do their jobs.
The slaughter lasted only a couple of hours. All 1500 invaders... massacred. The Panaceans returned from their hiding locations, shocked and amazed at what they'd created. From their hands, awesomely skilled murderers had come into creation. Panaceans rejoiced at their salvation... but after festivals, things took a turn for the worse.
"If we've been invaded once, we'll be invaded again!" people proclaimed. The vote was unanimous: send the drones out to eradicate all other forms of life, until the Panaceans could be left to live peacefully for the rest of eternity. One by one, nameless, numberless, faceless drones left for their assigned planets. They killed all life-forms, as instructed. Based on success rate, they were numbered. Our focus, the drone who came to be known as Hail Mary by the people of Earth, is known as #002 by her creators. This is her rank, not her creation number. The thought is scary to fathom - there is another drone out there even more
efficient than Hail Mary!
So far, two planets have been reduced to a population of zero at her hands. It was at the latter that she lost her left wing. The beings of this planet were beast-like creatures, much bigger than #002 was. When cornered by five, she escaped (obviously) but not without sustaining damage. She returned to her home planet to report that her latest assignment had been fulfilled. The scientists of Panacea fretted not about trying to fix her new handicap; her next assignment was the planet of Earth, where the people possessed no real powers and missing wing would not slow her down in her mission to end their race.
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