The Shroud

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The Shroud ☦︎
Player: @Dangerclose50
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BluePlayButton.png THEME SONG: "After Dark" by Mr.Kitty
"Silence speaks volumes..."
Character Build
Class Focus: Martial Arts Ranged Hybrid
Power Level: 32
Research & Development: Science
Biographical Data
Real Name: Caitlyn Miroslava Cross/Reznov
Known Aliases: The Shroud
Gender: Female
Species: Mutant
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Place of Birth: San Francisco (Multifaria)
Base of Operations: Millennium City
Relatives: None living
Characteristics
Age: 32
Height: 5'10
Weight: 164lbs
Eyes: Silver
Hair: Blond with a shadowy black glimmer
Complexion: Pale
Physical Build: Athletic
Physical Features: Nothing noteworthy
Status
Alignment:
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Chaotic Neutral

Reputation:
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Imposing

Identity: Secret
Years Active: 16
Citizenship: American (Multifaria)
Occupation: Freelancer, Assassin
Education: Masters Degree in mechanical engineering and particle physics.
Marital Status: Single
Known Powers and Abilities
The ability to phase through solid matter as well as the ability to phase others and objects into and through solid matter, enhanced sight and hearing, regeneration, super strength and laser vision and complete immunity to physical pain.
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Throwing knives, shuriken, various alchemical poisons, grappling gun, smoke pellets, flash pellets, bulletproof, fireproof and non conductive cloak and armor, bladed gauntlets and boots.
Attributes
 
   Strength
   Endurance
 
   Agility
   Speed
 
   Fighting
   Projectiles
 
   Durability
   Resistance
 
   Intelligence
   Psyche
 
   Intuition
   Charisma
 
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Caitlyn Miroslava Cross was born on December 21st, 1991 to one Jordan Cross and Svetlana Kovalchuk in Lakeshore San Francisco California. Her father Jordan a struggling aspiring musician and her mother a Ukrainian immigrant from Odessa whom worked as a seamstress in Ukraine seeking to escape the turbulent violence and poverty in the far eastern reaches of Europe to find a new life in the United States.

It was love at first sight, the aspiring musician smitten by the woman’s beauty thus drawing him to her in what seemed like a meeting destined by fate. The two forming a relationship which eventually resulted in the birth of their daughter Caitlyn.

Jordan now a father and husband were under immense pressure to provide his newfound family with but a failing career as a musician forcing him to seek odd jobs to make ends meet which soon put a strain upon his marriage causing a rift between himself and his wife Svetlana.

Soon after Jordan found a steady gig as an ambient acoustic guitar player in a Russian nightclub called ‘Pacha Moscow’ which in of itself was a front and regular hangout for higher ups in the Bratva the Russian equivalent to the Mafia. His skill and dedication attracted the attention of a regular named Nikolai Reznov a high ranking brigadier (Captain) within the organization.

Noticing the musician’s financial struggles and seeing a great opportunity to put another desperate soul beneath his thumb, Nikolai pulled the struggling Cross aside and offered Jordan a deal a GENEROUS loan of eighty thousand dollars. One which with great contemplation was accepted by the desperate guitarist who sought to use the funds to stabilize his life at home and repair the relationship not only between himself and his wife but also his daughter whom had only just turned four.

It was soon however he’d realize the gravity of his situation as collections were frequent, weekly. The man soon finding this newfound wealth to be nothing more than a mirage of false hope as he found Bratva enforcers arriving at his home regularly for their weekly marked up cut only to find that his debt simply climbed higher and higher by marginal percentages.

Soon the paycheck that once held him steady were torn in barely a half and once the money ran out the Bratva grew more and more bold in their demanding of predatory payments, taxing him a climbing percentage each week until Nikolai himself would arrive upon Jordan’s doorstep in extortion demanding answers, however its then that Nikolai met Svetlana.

A fixation formed then almost immediately as Nikolai grew covetous of Svetlana and so he offered her and her husband a new deal. Another which out of desperation not on Jordan’s part but Svetlana’s was accepted. Svetlana agreed to become a new regular, a dancer at the establishment he ran and in return he would see that their daughter’s financial stability were secured, cutting Jordan’s then one hundred and fifty thousand dollar debt in half with lower weekly payments.

This only further drove the desperate rift between Jordan and Svetlana as months would pass, with this new arrangement leading to a nefarious affair between Svetlana and Nikolai, one driven out of FEAR that the money would stop flowing and Caitlyn’s security would be unassured not only financially but physically.

Aged three now Caitlyn had grown considerably but the relationship between her parents only deteriorated further and further, Jordan finally having enough demanded his wife quit her job and reluctantly she obeyed only for the three year old’s life to be torn asunder by the events to follow.

Going back upon their agreement and jealous Nikolai had finally had enough of the pair and sought to erase them completely. Arriving at their humble studio apartment immediately seeking a different debt entirely, one of BLOOD.

With three soldier’s at his back Nikolai and his bratva associates invaded the Cross’ home and violently killed not only Jordan but Svetlana, raiding the place to take anything of value until Nikolai stumbled upon a sad sight.

Terrified, a young Caitlyn hid within a closet, hands raised and tears streaming down her face as she was brought to gunpoint. A long contemplation followed then as Nikolai even in his heartlessness could not bring himself to harm the girl, seeing so much of her mother in her he instead offered her his hand.

One, which was taken out of fear and innocent desperation. From that moment on, Caitlyn were no longer Caitlyn Cross, she had become Caitlyn Reznov, taken from that home one which were promptly burned to the ground by the Bratva’s men, erasing the Cross legacy entirely.

She belonged to the Bratva now.
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After being taken under Nikolai’s wing, Caitlyn would want for nothing. She was taken care of as though she were the captain’s very own daughter. Welcomed into his household and brought into the fold.

She would grow up WELL protected, given everything she could possibly ever want and desire but even at her young age she could never forget nor forgive what the man had done to her parents and taken from her. Resentment filled her silvery eyes in every interaction but accompanied by it were also fear.

Fear of what would happen if she sought retaliation, the fear of becoming yet another brutal example of Nikolai’s brutality which only drove her to excel in her studies, in some way seeking her foster fathers approval, growing up to become a straight A student, remarkably intelligent and determined.

However its when she grew to be the age of ten she discovered the harshness of the education system. Attending a private school named ‘Sacred Heart’ finding herself ostracized due to her status, rumors swirling of her bastard heritage and connections to Bratva ‘big shots’ attracting disdain from both students and staff, in particular however a thirteen year old boy, a bully, Billy Amato.

Billy made it his mission to torment her, day in and day out with his posse seeking her out to humiliate and berate her at every turn, slandering her and even going as far as to physically assault and beat her, stealing her bag, shredding her homework, throwing her shoes into toilets until one day she simply could not take it anymore.

The immense rage she held in her young heart had begun to boil over, Billy’s next move proving to be the match that lit the powder keg as April 22nd, the date of her parents death Billy and his posse sought her out within the cafeteria just fresh off the line and as she approached her solitary table to sit she found herself tripped, her tray dropped against the bench and her face falling to slam into its contents.

The entirety of the cafeteria laughing at her, finding this disgusting display quite humorous as Caitlyn had reached her breaking point. With tears in her eyes and vengeance in her young heart, she rose with a bloodied nose and a features covered in food to face Billy and his crew center of that cafeteria, a pulsing red hatred burning in her young expression as the crew stood shocked, the young girl’s jaw chattering both in fear and emotional anger as she’d shout…

“LEAVE — ME — ALOOOOOONE!!!!!!!!!!!”

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Her patience faltering as her powers manifested then and there for the first time in her life as she released an intense beam of heated rage through her very eyes to cleave not only Billy but his entire posse into pieces with but a single focused swipe of her intense gaze! The focused beams of uncontrollable hatred doing more than killing the young Billy and his friends but also destroying the ENTIRETY of the school, the building collapsing around her in that moment to bur every living soul within its confines with debris.

The Bratva quick to respond, hurrying to the scene to discover the smoldering ruins of ‘Sacred Heart’ bodies of children and staff alike strewn across its wreckage in PARTS, separated from the rest of their torso’s as a young Caitlyn rest virtually unharmed upon the center of that wreckage…distraught with sorrow and anger.


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