Dead Ringer


Gender: Female

Kit: Normal

Location: Port of Kings, Khazan


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: superior (rank 2)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: superior (rank 2)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 57

Personal Wins: 13

Personal Losses: 13

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Disabled

The Rookie

“God damn I say God damn!”

My eyes suddenly open as I feel the hot water splash on my face. At first I see nothing but a beige blur, presumably my hands, in front of a white background. I try to figure out where I am as I look around, the red walls and green speckled floor start to slowly come into focus. I’m at a party, a benefit actually, for the preservation of newly discovered tombs in the Sahara desert. I grab the sides of the sink as I look down into the water swirling into the drain. I’m not here for fun though, I’m here for work. I was asked to assist on security detail, that’s what my occupation is. As I slowly begin to work in the details of where and who I am my vision slowly becomes clearer. I start to remember the plane ride here, landing at Heathrow Airport, the guy who eyeballed me up and down as I checked into the hotel. Suddenly the bright light and star whiteness of the sink almost blind me as I stumble backwards. I open my eyes, all is fine. I look at my reflection in the mirror and start to preen myself.

Stepping out of the bathroom I start to take my steps through a lavish hallway with plush red carpets and mahogany trim on the walls to an open conservatory where the elite of London’s high society seemed to have all gathered to be seen. I seem a little out of place with my under priced Zara dress but I try to blend in. I try and act natural, not like an outsider or an interloper. As waiters zip by with hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne I casually turn aside I try to find somewhere to casually observe the crowd.

“Well hello there!”

The grip on my shoulders was firm but not forceful. I turn around and see an inebriated blonde in an extremely low cut designer dress. She looks

familiar but my mind is fuzzy with the details of where I remember her from. Luckily she sees it fit to reintroduce herself again.

“Maggie here, we met in Egypt and saw you with Stewart.”

“Yes, right, Egypt.”

“He didn’t mention you’d be here, uh…”

“Bonnie, Bonnie Brendon.”

“Yes BONNIE oh my god I can’t believe I forgot. Come on let’s ditch the old money around here and have some fun.”

She grabbed my wrist as I start to pull away. The alcohol seemed to give the socialite almost super human strength. Just as I am considering getting forceful Stewart shows up and taps Maggie on the shoulder.

“Come on Mags we know not everyone can party like you.” Stewart was a trust fund child living the semi-pious life, opting to become an archaeologist and the preservation of ancient artifacts over taking over the family business. He’s also know for his, ahem, appetite for women.

“Oh Stewie I just want to hang out with your new girlfriend.”

He simply let out a short laugh as he looked at her “go off with your friends and maybe I’ll send her your way later.”

The blonde ran off with a giddy laugh as I roll my eyes. “We’re dating?”

Stewart adjusts his collar as he says “I needed a cover for spending all this time with you without arousing some sort of suspicion. So anything going on here at ground level?”

“Other than the terrible choice of food items there’s nothing I wouldn’t deem an issue.”

“Maybe the rumors weren’t true then.”

“Well maybe we should check some tapes. Can you take me to your security room?”

Stewart steps aside making an over the top direction gesture at me as he says “this way milady.”


Did I black out again? I could feel the cold sweat around my face. My pulse was racing a million miles a minute. It was so fast I thought the vein in my neck would burst any second now. My eyes started to try and adjust again as I pawed at the air before finding a wall that I leaned up against.

“Come on girl, get a grip here” I started saying to myself as I looked around only to be greeted with darkness. No single line of light could be seen as I fought against the heavy throbbing in my head. As I shake my head and look up a white rectangle appears in front of me. Within its frame stands the black silhouette of a person.

“Who, who is that?” The black form starts to step closer and closer as light begins to illuminate the dark hallway. As I finally get back to my feet the image stands in front of me. A woman, looking around my age with black hair covering her face starts to laugh and point.

“You, you’re the one!”

“The one? What do you mean?”

She grabs her hair and pulls it to the side as she reveals herself. “The one who stole my face!”

Stepping back I look at her, an almost perfect duplicate of me, before the girl cackles and runs back into the light. I push off my heels running, trying to make my way after her chasing her until the white glow envelops me.



     Detective: standard (rank 1)


When the white starts to bleed away from my vision I let out a long breath and see the carnage around me. A broken mirror, some smashed tile, had I just gotten into a fight? The bathroom door is ajar as I feel soreness in my knuckles. Most certainly someone had come and try to attack me and more than likely I got the better of them. Still they must be after the tablet and I’m here to stop them.

My eyes scan the room quickly looking for anything that doesn’t make sense. I look at the door again as I walk towards it. My ears peeled for any sound. I don’t hear the muffling of footsteps. Instead faintly I hear the scraping of metal.

I look up at the ceiling, an air duct, a loose screw. Disco.


CRS-835 “Heart Seeker”

     Piercing Weapon: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Target Seeker


I knew the schematics of the mansion I had seen them what felts like a thousand times. So tracking whoever had got the drop on me in the bathroom was going to be easy. I run through the corridors barely able to see anything in the darkness but just from my own memory I dodge small tables and ornamental suits of armor.

My hands search my gun as I reach for my stocking. Pulling it out I flip a switch on its side. It starts to warm up as I keep running. The faint sound of scraping metal the only clue I have to find my assailant. As soon as it’s ready I pull out my pistol, the “Heart Seeker” as I fire at down the hall.

The bullet flies, banks right, careens up into the ceiling and I hear the audible scream of pain. I stop for a moment as I watch blood drip from the bullet hole. All of the sudden knives start raining through the ceiling.



     Martial Arts: standard (rank 1)


I hear the crack of my fist against her chin as blood oozes out of the small cuts on my arms and legs. She’s staggering, I know I have my chance to try and take her out. I rush forward at her as I swing a hard right cross aimed for her cheek. I watch as spit and blood flies through the air and lands on the wall. I keep my eyes on her as I follow it up with a left, then a right, knocking her head side to side as my fingers tense up with each blow.

Dancing on the balls of my feet I go in for a knockout blow when all of the sudden she grabs my arm and flips over me. She deftly flies through the air and flips over my shoulder. Sending me spinning as I put my fists back up and get ready to strike again.


Dead Ringer

     Duplication: standard (rank 1)


My head throbs with the buzzing of a thousand bees as I try to get a grip on myself. I force my head up to watch my assailant as I bring my arms up to defend myself from the punch she’s throwing. She stops just before she strikes though. The loud crack of fist on bone isn’t heard. When I open my eye I suddenly realize why she stopped. Standing in front of me is, well, me. She looks exactly like me except her hair was a shade of brown and her right eye was still good. I imagined the slack jawed expression on her face was exactly the same as the one on mine. I take a moment to let it all sink in before I throw my knives over at the bay window beside us. The glass shatters as I quickly jump out and escape across the estate lawn. Tonight I’m not even sure what I witnessed but I know tomorrow I’ll try my best to forget it.