<div class="floatright">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mona3_zpswv5zowud.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong>MissFire<br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Mona Temple<br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Place of Birth:</strong>Brooklyn, New York<br/><strong>Former Occupation:</strong>Homicide Detective<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Blunt, straightforward, about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. Mona plays the 'tomboy' card all day, every day. She acts like she wants to be thought of as the 'cool, lone-wolf' type but is in actuality the 'cool big sister' type of personality; she's the kind of hardass that will give everyone a rough time but will also be the first one to just sit down and listen to someone pour their heart out. Her brash attitude can sometimes cause her to take unnecessary risks, which can endanger the people around her, but she's competent enough to get away with her bravado most of the time.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: Athletic and toned, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Numerous scars including: a jagged, z-shaped scar crossing her right cheek and the bridge of her nose, a faint neck scar, and two old gunshot wounds around the abdomen. Her left eye is missing (gunshot) and replaced with a blank whiite glass eye - she keeps her eyes covered behind rounded sunglasses. Her left arm is a veritable jigsaw puzzle of scar tissue.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/>-Decent marksman<br/>-Excellent hand-to-hand combatant<br/>-Streetwise<br/>-Excellent driver<br/>-Plenty of connections in and around the New York City area<br/>-Extremely durable<br/><br/><strong>Agent Profile:</strong><br/>Mona and her sister April were orphaned at a young age when their parents died in a car accident. April, at that point still very much young and innocent, was more despondant and terrified at having to live in an orphanage. Mona, on the other hand, was angry. As far as she was concerned nothing and no one would take the place of her mother and father. She lashed out at the nuns that ran the orphanage and they, in turn, struck back. Subjected to daily punishment and the occasional beating, Mona was one of the reasons no one ever came to adopt her and April. Eventually, she realized this. Still a child, she did something impossibly rash and ran away. The nuns, sick of Mona, did not try overmuch to find her.<br/><br/>Eventually, April was adopted. Meanwhile, Mona lived much of her teens on the streets as a vagrant. She fell in with a gang called The Kings and they became sort of a second family to her.<br/><br/>The Kings, as far as gangs go, were mostly harmless. Drugs, vandalism, grand theft auto, one or two small protection rackets. Things went south when they finally grew some balls and planned their first (and last, it would turn out) bank robbery. It was not as easy as it seemed from TV and the movies. Things went south in a hurry and The Kings fled, leaving Mona behind. She was furious. Also arrested, but mostly furious. Seeing her anger, the police made a deal; wear a wire, pretend like she'd evaded capture, get the gang to talk about the crime. Mona agreed, but when shit starts to roll downhill momentum can take it pretty far. The wire was soon discovered and a shootout followed. Mona versus The Kings. Somewhere in the midst of the shootout, a fire started. Again, Mona was the only survivor. The police were happy with the results. They had scum off the streets and could easily blame it on 'gang-on-gang violence'. At sixteen Mona had lost another family and she'd pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>But at least she was free.<br/><br/>Two years later, the police contacted her again. This time, no wires.<br/><br/>"Gang-on-gang violence. It's all over the news. It would be a shame if.."<br/><br/>And so when the War on Drugs started, Mona Temple became a frontline soldier. She'd spent much of her life on the streets at that point, had connections, had the look, knew the lingo, had proven she could kill. Dirty cops paid her good money to do terrible things to criminals. "Bounty Hunter" was her prefered terminology, but there were nastier words for it. Hitwoman. Trigger woman. Assassin. Traitor. Bitch. Mona started raking in money and living a life of excess; expensive cars, alcoholism, a penthouse apartment. A paper trail left by a careless kid spending ill-gotten gains. But when you kill enough low-level drug pushers, the men higher up the chain start to notice. Three crime families took the saying "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" to heart and banded together with one goal in mind; kill Mona Temple.<br/><br/>WE HAVE APRIL. COME ALONE.<br/><br/>The note had been succinct. It contained an address to a dockside warehouse. There she met three men; Jack Lupino, mob enforcer. Sergei Radinov, Russian mob drug kingpin. Xiao Xiao Long, leader of the Mountain Cloud Boys triad. There were no terms to discuss. Lupino had April and he had a gun to her head. They told Mona not to do anything stupid, to put her hands up.<br/><br/>She did something stupid.<br/><br/>She won't talk about the mistake that got April killed, but Lupino put a bullet in her head and then one in Mona's eye. The trio left both for dead. April passed but Mona, driven by seething primal fury, managed to survive a gunshot to the head and crawled until she passed out. She awoke in the hospital missing an eye and, without spending much time in recovery, did another stupid thing; she ran away. Just like the orphanage all over again. She'd hurt April again and it was her fault. Again. What followed was a violent rampage that took place over the course of three days. She stalked and killed the wolf, pulled him bodily through a car window and did to the animal what he'd done to April. The bear was coked up when she caught him. He fought hard, but a long fall put him into premanent hibernation. The dragon caught wind of the hunter and tried to flee during the calamity created on Chinese New Year. Fireworks framed the sky as the dragon was consumed by fire on his own boat.<br/><br/>Just gang-on-gang violence. Nobody would look into it too hard.<br/><br/>At home, Mona picked up a pistol and put it to her head. She closed her eye. She put her finger on the trigger. Something stopped her. She couldn't. Wouldn't. What happened to April couldn't be allowed to happen again. Mona vowed to atone for the mistakes she'd made. She'd take her troubled life and turn it around. She cashed in favors with her dirty cop friends and soon became an official officer of the law. She rose through the ranks to homicide detective and these days she's got a decent career behind her. Most of the men at the station hate her with a passion, but that's alright, because one day a recruiter comes to pay her a visit.<br/><br/><strong>On/Offs:</strong>Non-Sexual<br/><strong>Other:</strong>Additional Image (http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mona4_zpsordzsxns.jpg), Theme: The Real Folk Blues (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYUk-ISUTcI)