Player: Boaldier<br/><br/>Name: Louise Starks<br/><br/>Alias: Ghost<br/><br/>Race: human<br/><br/>Sex: Female<br/><br/>Faction: Hellfire brigade (Even though she's unconciously working against them)<br/><br/>Background: It wasn't until the weird craters started appearing that Louise's life had changed, hell until then she was the youngest of seven children living in a city just outside of Berlin, Germany. Growing up she was always the black sheep in her family, a sponge for information laid before her whether it be the four languages she had learned growing up (German, English, Japanese, Italian) or the passion for sword play she discovered at the age of twelve. Her brothers and sisters never really understood her, they were the normal run of the mill students who received average marks in school, but Louise .... Louise never seemed to be able to quench her thirst for knowledge.<br/><br/>As the years passed she studied every waking moment with a sword her Grandfather had given her, learning its weaknesses and strengths, the way it shifted through the air and how to make the perfect cut to kill someone in an instant. She also took a liking to the different natural remedies, more specifically, medicines and healing with plants that you could find just outside your home. She had started learning this type of medicine when she was training with her Grandfather out in her usual field and she had cut him with her katana more then she had expected. He had taken her over to a bush and began explaining the different properties of the plant before she took a few of the leaves and split them open using their natural juices to fight infection in the cut.<br/><br/>She was different, that was an understatement really, but she had a passion for human life, protecting it, holding it dear to the life it should experience. Then the day came, a crater had opened not to far away from her in a field near her house as she was practicing with her katana. At first she just believed it to be one of the effects from the earth quakes that seemed to be rocking the planet so she didn't pay much attention to its appearance, then the world faded around her and she dropped to her knees as she felt someone or something prodding her mind. A dark and deadly voice entered her mind telling her his plans, his wishes while her head ached horribly with the feeling a weight was pressing down on it. The voice held her captive almost like a living puppet over the next few moments calling her his little "Ghost" before finally her head stopped aching and her mind cleared.<br/><br/>Gasping slightly as if she had just run a marathon Louise's eyes tilted up before she let out a scream, the world was rushing past her vision seeming like it was moving at hyper speed before it suddenly .... stopped. Unknown to her at the time, her scream would have seemed a bit odd and drawn out with each pitch holding an odd deafness, that's when the changes started. The spirit had unlocked something within her, a power she never even knew she had, the power to slow down or speed up your own perception of time while the rest of the world continued moving at a normal pace. Over the next few months nothing happened with the voices again, infact she lived her life as normal as possible with her random time warps that she was slowly learning to control.<br/><br/>Then the day came when she was to join the hellfire brigade, ever since they were banded together she had dreamt of this moment to hoefully, for once, help the human kind on a global level by defeating what ever it was out there that was ruining planet earth. She had been in the brigade not to long before the voices started again, that same deep commanding voice tugging at the back of her mind controlling her own desires and plans in an attempt to pull the brigade apart right under their noses. After all who would suspect a sweet girl from Germany to possibly be their fall?<br/><br/>Powers/Abilities: Chronokenetic (The ability to speed up or slow down your perception of time)<br/><br/>Skills: She taught herself to fight with her sword, an imperfect art but despite this her techniques are deadly. She has a tendency not to forget what she sees amongst others as well as her studies, a decent knowledge on plant medicines as well.<br/><br/>Gear: Her katana sheathed neatly against her back as well as an old bag filled with random items only she knew the actual use of.