<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Veronica Anne Arky, Anarchy (B08)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Powers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li> Amateur Magic - Utilizes a magical focus to enhances her utilization of magical energies that flow all around. She focuses primarily on healing, teleporting, and wards however. She vowed to never learn offensive magic.</li><li> Eidetic Memory -  Veronica's memory is eidetic, allowing her to recall other aspects of any event in her memory including sensory information that is visual (Sight), auditory (Sound), tactile (Touch), gustatory (Taste), and olfactory (Smell), as well as other dimensions.</li><li> Adaptive Muscle Memory - Anarchy's memory is passively hyper-cognitive and sensitive due to her Savant Syndrome. In turn this has allowed her to replicate or mimic any physical feat after observation in practice. This is, of course, limited to her own level of strength and flexibility.</li></ul></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Skills</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li> Adept Free Runner - Veronica often grew bored when she wasn't involved with something, and thus self-taught herself by watching others paying tribute to her memory's capabilities. </li><li> Adept Firearm Usage - Veronica displays an impressive accuracy and skill with various firearms, though favors pistols. She is capable of hitting a target dead on from at least fifty feet with a normal handgun and capable of hitting a four square foot target from a hundred feet away with a sniper rifle.</li><li> Wheelman - Give Veronica a vehicle with an even number of wheels, and she'll give you a new lap time.</li></ul></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Equipment</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li> Goggles - The goggles carry with them various technological sights including night vision, thermal vision, and has a build-in uplink to the crime computer and telecommunications display.</li><li> Esperance - French for "Promise". It's what Veronica named the ebony black handgun. A master's work, the handgun can be disassembled and reassembled again to fit other various types of ammo, due to the amount of adaptable pieces that came with the handgun itself. On either side of the weapon are two polished circles which offer mirror-like properties, which seem to display images... Which makes it all the more obvious that Esperance isn't a normal handgun. Esperance has in way it's own presence. It doesn't want to be used by anybody else but their respective owner, and anybody else holding the handgun will find it awkward, to the point of finding the weapon inaccurate, unbalanced, etc. But when the owner holds it, it however feels like it fits their hand just the way it should, giving the feeling that it belongs in their hand: it actually improves the accuracy up to near-perfect levels. But it's more interesting property is, even if loaded with lethal ammo, it will never actually kill (or truly injure) unless deliberately firing it lethally. Each shot drains the target's energy, in a way that a mortal wound caused by the bullet will instead just knock them out for a while. A crippling shot at the target's leg, in example, will still cripple him/her, but without the pain and injury.</li></ul></div></div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Veronica Anne Arky<br/><strong>Codename:</strong>Anarchy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mount Justice<br/><hr/><br/>Veronica shifted her position on her feet, mostly switching which foot had her weight the most. She couldn't deny herself her curiosity on the other individuals in the room, but they seemed decent enough folks - despite the slight suspicions of Ravager. As the introductions went further she looked forward at particularly nothing with a distracted look. Her jaw set and her eyes slightly furrowed. The woman would opt to keep it a secret of course, but she did suffer from Savant Syndrome - and with it, all of its other details: a mild autism, an eidetic memory, and the lack of ability to apply her memory to its full use. In her case, she would often have memories she didn't need or want to recall shove its way to the front of her mind so she can relive the experience mentally. The sounds she heard. The taste in her mouth. The images. The tactile patterns or details to the letter she felt on her hands or skin at the time. Everything. Perfect memory. The voices faded into what one could describe as if hearing them underwater.<br/><br/>It was short lived as she blinked and glanced around once more, taking but a moment to realize what just happened, and hoping no one caught it. She exhaled silently as she turned to follow Dick and the others to the locker rooms and be shown the direction of the ladies shower room. She was still having a exhibition of memories at the moment however but she began to try and manually focus, keeping her face complacent enough to hopefully not arouse suspicion of why she seemed pained in expression if possible. The mention of the training rooms were brought forth. Once Dick was finished speaking she nodded and removed her hands from her back pockets so she could reach into a front pocket and remove something she kept concealed in her hand. Something of sentimental value maybe.<br/><br/><strong>"Three times a day, huh?"</strong>Her tone at least didn't point to her situation at the moment. She then smirked and looked at the rest of the others.<strong>"Hopefully I don't make the boys feel like girls in there. You with me ladies?"</strong>