APPEARANCE
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PERSONALITY
Mercy has a rather limited expression range, she feels emotions like any other creature. However she thinks the need to express them is time consuming and rather pointless. Laughing wastes time, crying shows weakness and uses up valuable water, pity makes you weak and can lose much needed seconds. These things have never gotten in her way of a mission, the where, who and how is all that seems to matter.
No act is too low, no grey area out of her comfort zone, having committed things any normal person would be ashamed, fear, even driven to depression or insanity from committing, are all part of the job to her. Her body is nothing but a vessel to move with, there are lots of them, this was merely the one she found first in optimum condition.
This does not mean she cannot emote, with human personality traits, her training can be broken in situations where the emotions override her physical desire. And the longer she confers with humans, the more human she is becoming.
HISTORY
"My past? Why do you need to know that?"
"We just do" "That is not a suitable answer" "We are curious" "Your curiosity is no burden of mine"
"Then maybe you will find it a relief to talk of the past" "What does that mean" "Nevermind, so, where did you come from?" "Was that your attempt at tricking me" click, a scraping noise fills the air, followed by a female gasp. "Do you feel talkative now?" "Are you attempting to torture it out of me?" "Possibly" "Does my past really interest you that much" "I like knowing things" "You know I will kill you when I get out of these chains right?" "I am aware" "Just so you know." "You were saying" "Fine, how much do you know already?" "Nothing" "Fantastic, from the start then."
It was a...land, far away. Where I was part of a group of people with special powers, special skills in different areas. We had been brought up that way, trained to do different things. These things were all of some use to the military there, such as faster members, stronger members, sneakier members, things like that. I was trained, as you have seen, in the art of assassination, specifically the use of blades of varying sizes and shapes. This became useful early on as the enemies we fought had specific weaknesses, some were fast, someone like me proved invaluable to the faster battles.
The fights got more and more serious, the others like me increased in a large way, more and more types coming out and taking different forms. I knew at the time that people were objecting to how we acted, but it did not matter. Those above me congratulated me, the missions were done well and fast, that was all that mattered to me and most of the others. Some were trained by different people, and so our emotional ranges changed per person.
Early on, a certain warrior became interested in me, I found him watching my training, observing me...sleep. I felt him there. I was not sure why, that had not been taught to me. After all, why should I be taught love? Companionship? What use would a warrior have of a weakness like that. And so he fell for me, thought I was playing hard to get when I was back in the bod-I mean back awake. He was one of those in charge of watching me so at first it was fine, it was normal. His tutoring became more and more frequent, his advances became more and more obvious, and then suddenly, he stopped coming. I thought nothing of it, more teachers came in, I did not ask about him. Why should I, what was he to me. I was trained to kill, not feel.
My training increased, more intense, more missions, harder missions, like someone was trying to prove a point. I heard rumours that the opposition to us had grown larger, and the management was trying to prove that we were needed. They sent us further and harder than ever before. But someone must have collapsed, we were all drawn back and just ran around the facility for a bit until someone came in to train us a bit more. But they were half assed, lazy, like they could not be bothered. Like we would not need these skills where we were going.
After the next few days, less and less of the special people turned up to train, word of rounding us up as we had fulfilled our usefulness. Something about morality, someone objected to how we fought and so the programme was scrapped. This was bad for us, as they decided the only way to completely scrap us, was to literally scrap us. "Did you resist?" Of course not. It was not our place to object, we had been trained to obey. Resistance did not occur to most of us until the hammer was being raised. And at that point we were in no position to say anything.
The man who had fallen for me saved my life in the end. I never knew why he stopped visiting me. But as I was carried, sleeping to my end, the line was disrupted. He carried me out, into the human world, hidden in his clothes, I was small then, smaller than you think. He found me a new life, changed how I looked and left without another word. I have not seen him yet, if they caught him or what happened. But I did not care, and still do not. He fell for me, his emotions got in the way of his duty, he should not have saved me but he did. I am not grateful, I am not happy, these emotions would tie me to him, and I do not feel sentimental or owe favours to anyone.
"That sounds like a lonely life" What do I care of loneliness "Very well" You have been listening too long "We have heard all we needed to, I know someone who will pay a pretty penny for background information on you" Its a shame you will not collect then "Hm?" You were not watching my hands "Wha-"
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