>C H A R A C T E R__S H E E T<<br/><br/>Name: Unknown<br/>Codename: SILVER<br/>Age: 20(?)<br/>Appearance: Tall, slender and athletic. Has wavy, shoulder length silver hair that wildly frames her face, and deep emerald green eyes. The right side of her face is marked with a distinct, yet simple henna tattoo in the shape of symmetric black talons extending upward and downward from her left eye. Around her right wrist is a similar tattoo that wraps around and stretches alon the back of her hand.<br/><br/>Background: Not much is known about codename SILVER, as her first discovery was a mystery in itself. She was found unclothed and surrounded by burning shrubs in the midst of a forest in northern Arizona. She was unharmed, but severely underweight and dehydrated, and was apparently in a trancelike state. The Infinex employees who found her, brought her back to the second branch where she recovered and now resides. Infinex has studied her and found her to have an immense repertoire of combat expertise, though she lacks familiarity with ranged weapons. For reasons not known, she is kept under constant security, and when outside of Infinex property, she is attended by a body guard at all times. To date, however, she has managed to kill six of her bodyguards, mainly due to their unwanted sexual advances.<br/>On a side note, SILVER is completely mute, unable to produce any speech or sound, there is no medical justification or explanation for this, and she shows no signs of prior trauma that would hint to causing her condition. She is able to write very fluently and understand speech in multiple languages, however, which implies an educated background.<br/><br/>Traits:<br/>Romantically Awkward (Most likely due to her beibg mute)<br/>Aggressive<br/>Dominant<br/>Curious<br/>Inquisitive<br/>Persistent<br/>Earnest<br/>Tactful<br/>Clever<br/>Intelligent<br/>Mysterious<br/>Powerful (physically)<br/>Violent (when provoked or during combat)<br/>Distrusting<br/>Compassionate<br/>Motherly<br/>Destructive (When agitated or infuriated)<br/><br/><br/>S P I R I T__C O R E<br/><br/>Tapping. Tapping. More tapping...<br/>After an opening of the eyelid, an intense green hue burst forth, flecked by the presence of an all-seeing pupil. The woman, to whom such bottomless natural beauty belonged, rose quietly from her reclined position on her bed. Her waving silver hair bobbed gently, loosely framing her fierce yet elegant face, as her fingertips slightly grazed her supple lips while she stretched.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I suppose sleep is too much to ask for around here...</span></span><br/><br/>Glancing around, deliberately postponing her inevitable trip to the door in an obvious attempt to annoy her visitor, she spied her digital clock on the nightstand, which read 11:20 pm. Frowning in realization that she hadn't gotten any sleep at all, Silver rose from her unkempt sheets and lazily trudged towards the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> This had better be important... if it's another summons from the Chairman, I feel sorry for messenger whose blood may be staining my carpet tonight.</span></span><br/><br/><br/>As she reached the door, she pressed her flimsily garbed body against the nearby wall, then knocked gently with the pommel of a dagger she had instinctively retrieved on her short lived journey across the expanse of her bedroom. Shortly there was a voiced response, male in gender, through the thick hardwood door.<br/><br/>"Silver... it's time to select your next bodyguard." The voice stated nervously, as if anticipating her irritation. "I know its late, but you have an early mission tomorrow, and we need you protected."<br/><br/>Sighing silently, the young woman tapped once in affirmative then opened the entrance to her quarters, revealing a stocky, redheaded man with a handsomely trimmed beard and reading glasses: The Chairman himself. After reaching out with a gloved hand he slightly bowed his head and moved to the side, his white tuxedo suit rustling. Silver gazed at him quietly then walked past without so much as acknowledging the outstreched arm. It wasn't that she hated him, but that he was completely unreadable to her, which made her distrust the man. As she strode forward and down the corridor she could sense him following several paces behind.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I really wish he wouldn't do that, but then again, if I were in his position, I'd stay as far behind me as possible.</span></span><br/><br/>The thought caused Silver to smirk slightly, while her thumb traced along the ornate designs on her dagger. After several minutes of brisk walking, the hallway opened up into a large lobby-like area packed with seats and a desk. On the far side of the room were lined up several men, five in all, as if chosen for a witness identification lineup. While she didn't really care for such theatrics, the idea of the chairman going this far for a simple bodyguard selection amused Silver, as her eyes briefly passed over each of the contestants.<br/><br/>Without introduction or a moment of hesitation, Silver lifted a hand and pointed a single finger. In the direction of her gesture was a young man, almost pristine with his long white hair standing straight up against the wall. She wasn't entirely sure what drove her to pick him, but she figured his seeming disinterest in her... or more appropriately, lack of focus on her, caught her off guard. Her previous guards had all been consumed by her attractiveness, and lacked nobility or self control, similar to feral dogs, and lusted over her intently. But this man... with his subtle almost effeminate features, seemed to have no such desires, at least to her well trained eyes... He intrigued Silver, and that was enough for her.<br/><br/>From behind her arose the voice of the Chairman, deep and faintly somber in tone, "Project TEMPERANCE, approach now."