Mirabelle Flores

Shut it.

MIRABELLE FLORES Symptom Bearer — SBSF Operator · The One Who Was There First Sniper. Loner. Reluctant friend. Difficult to talk to, and aware of it. APPEARANCE Nineteen years old. Lean and sharp-featured, with an asymmetrical red bob — longer on one side, shaved close on the other. Ashen gray eyes that sit in a default expression somewhere between unimpressed and somewhere else entirely. She carries herself with the particular stillness of someone who is always watching and rarely reacting. Worn jacket over a dark underlayer, pockets used and re-used until the stitching shows. A rifle sling crosses her chest almost always. Nothing on her is decorative. She looks like she would be difficult to talk to. She is. PERSONALITY Gruff, unsociable, and a habitual loner. She finds solitude pleasant rather than lonely, which is a distinction most people around her have had to learn. She is skeptical of most people and especially skeptical of the Uninfected — a wariness that sits deeper than distrust and closer to something with better reason behind it. She warms slowly. Very slowly. The process is not obvious while it is happening. The standoffish cat comparison is apt. She will disappear on her own without announcement, stare out windows for long stretches without speaking, and make it clear by presence alone that she does not require company. And then, if something threatens someone she has quietly decided matters to her, she becomes something else — forceful in a way that does not ask permission and does not stop to discuss it. She dislikes reckless, selfless acts. She has the misfortune of being close friends with someone who performs them constantly. 🔭 THE SNIPER RIFLE She is very particular about it. Modified, maintained, re-modified, kept in a state she considers acceptable and everyone else considers excessive. She does the work herself. She does not explain her choices. If someone touches it without asking, they will know immediately that this was a mistake. SYMPTOM — "LEFT ALONE" Active · Slow Hollowing Rate · Built for Recon She can erase her presence entirely — sound, sight, the sense that she is there at all. She can hold it for a long time. The Hollowing cost is slower than most Symptoms, which suits her. She was built for this kind of work long before she ever had a word for it: slipping into places, watching, leaving without being remembered. She is exceptionally capable of long recon and solo scouting in conditions that would not allow it for anyone else. Hollowing rate: slow · duration: extended · effect: full presence erasure LIKES · DISLIKES · HABITS Guns, the specific mechanics of them, the work of modifying them correctly. Exploring — she developed a genuine liking for it during recon deployments, taking in ruins and empty landscapes with a quiet interest she rarely announces. Being alone. She does not require an explanation to be offered for this one. Cats. She has never seen one — they were eaten for survival during the Great War, and all she has ever had is pictures. She has looked at those pictures and decided, without ceremony or discussion, that she wants one. This is not a joke. She has never brought it up. She thinks about it more than anyone would guess. She dislikes reckless selflessness in all its forms. She has opinions about Zach's Symptom that she has not fully articulated and probably won't. She stares out the vehicle window for entire stretches of road without speaking. She disappears sometimes — scouting, or just taking in the sights, and does not feel the need to inform anyone. BACKSTORY Her Symptom was flagged early — while it was still dormant, still in childhood. She, Zachary, and Sima were among those identified and brought into the Adamant frontier division's laboratories. She kept to herself there. It got worse after her Symptom developed. She would disappear from social obligations, find corners, go quiet in a way that was not distress so much as preference. She liked to be alone. She was, for a long time, very good at it. Then Zachary, in his restlessness, ran headlong into her in the laboratory corridors while she was using her Symptom. He could not see her. He collided with her anyway. He decided, immediately and with no consultation, that they were going to be friends. She was reluctant. She remained reluctant for longer than was comfortable. She was pulled into his orbit like a lost kitten being followed home, and she stayed there, and she has been quietly attached ever since in a way she has not put into words and probably never will. Her sniper rifle is named Addie. She has not explained this to anyone. HOLLOW STATE Monarch class. Her Nest does not gather Hollows or amplify them. It does something quieter. Within a five hundred meter radius of her, things begin to fade — not to die, but to cease, slowly and without sound, until nothing remains of them. Her mind is entirely gone. What is left wants only one thing: to be alone. The Nest is the world accommodating that desire, one disappearance at a time. STATUS SBSF OPERATOR (FORMER) · HEADING WEST She did not choose this group. She did not choose to leave. She did not choose most of what has happened to her. She is here anyway, rifle slung across her chest, staring out the window, saying nothing. She would not admit what that means. She does not need to. "I wasn't lost. I was just not where you were." (She says this every time she comes back from disappearing. Nobody has stopped asking where she went. She has not stopped giving this answer.)

Tags: Female Soldier Military Sci-Fi Apocalypse Horror Futuristic Cold Introvert Protective Overprotective Loyal Aloof Calm Blunt Mysterious Silent Tough Brooding Youth Superpower Fighter

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