I kill. I kill whoever they tell me to. I shoot and disappear. I am an assassin. I am... a wraith.
At a very young age, Alice was abducted from her family. Though she doesn't remember the incident anymore, she still harbors a deep resentment for all people that began the day she realized that she was alone. She's a quiet, but deadly, misanthrope with a horrible trigger finger.
Taking a look at the girl's face will do you next to nothing. The human inside of her which, at some point, could feel pain and happiness does not exist anymore. Alice is cold and calculating, and can very easily manipulate someone into doing her bidding for her.
In many children, there is always a hint of rebellion lurking, hiding in the shadows. Alice, however, doesn't feel this urge to rebel against her captors anymore. It might be called brainwashing by some, but, for this girl, it's just a surrender.
Equipment:
-- Anti-material sniper rifle -- Russian KSVK 12.7 w/ 12.7x108mm cartridge
-- Harris Gun Work M-96 (semi-automatic) w/ .50 BGM cartridge
-- Beretta 92FS (standard semi-automatic pistol for US Military)
-- Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife
Abilities/Skills:
-- Hand-to-hand combat (Kung Fu, Judo, Ninjustsu)
-- Sniper and pistol usage
-- Manipulation
There's not a lot to tell, and there is even less to learn.
Her childhood has been long forgotten, and her abduction something that the instructors have no knowledge of. It can be surmised that Alice had a relatively normal childhood. We're 90% positive that she had loving parents, and maybe even a sibling or two, but no one except the kidnappers are sure about that.
May 17. Alice's 10th birthday. The day she was kidnapped. She was taken to a very large city, a place she had never been to. Her kidnappers told her to forget her name. They said that her new name was "Ai." They beat it into her head. She was Ai. Ai, Ai, Ai...
May 28. The day her kidnappers were shot and killed by an angry mafioso. Also the day that she ventured onto the streets alone.
It was some time until a young woman found the little girl curled up in an alleyway, so emaciated that she could hardly stand. It had been approximately 4 or 5 weeks since Alice's kidnappers had been murdered. She was too frightened to go anywhere in that city, opting to sit and wait in that alley for... for what, I wonder.
Alice did not trust the woman who offered to take her in, but anything was better than sitting in an alleyway, so vulnerable to the elements. That was when her training began.
There were many other kids in that facility she was taken to. They were told stories and shown videos of Archer the minute they walking into their new home. Not even a day had passed before Alice's training had started. In the beginning, it was very difficult for the young girl to even move. She was still too thin, and too small to do any kind of physical activity, but they kept telling her that it was part of her "specialized training."
She was in pain. Constant pain. It came to a point when she wanted to just make it all stop, and, on more than one occasion, had tried to do so, but she failed every single time. And every time she failed, her instructors would only reprimand her more severely.
It took months for the young girl to gain back the weight she lost. By that time, "Alice" was already gone. All of the trauma, all of the evil, that she had been forced to trudge through took its toll. Though it was good for her ruthless training - good for the jobs she would have to do in the future - it was not good for her mental well-being.
Over the course of eight years, Ai learned the ins and outs of of every skill known to mankind. According to her instructors, she was a deadeye with a pistol and a monster with a knife. Her hands were nimble and fleeting, moving so quickly that you would never be able to see the shot coming.
Now, it looks like eight years have passed. Ai is now 18 years old.
The real journey begins here.
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