I needed to copy/paste my character to remember everything about them. Hope that is okay.

Name: Nina
Surname: Ek
Nick*:
Age: 28
Motto*:

Physical build: (Can be a picture of the character, a description or both)



Nina was born to a native american mother and a Swedish father. Her first name means "Strong" and her last name means "Oak" in English. Lean athletic build Nina has thick black hair and cool grey eyes, and olive skin that is partially covered with tattoos and some scars. She always carries twins pistols and a sword and generally an indifferent expression.

Psychological profile: Often detached due to past trauma Nina can come off as cruel upon first impression. She is pragmatic and makes the best decision even if it is not the "right" one. Spend some time with her and be surprised that she can open up and be quite funny, with the help of some wine she might even act a bit foolish. Trained in a multiple fighting style Nina has hones her talents to survive becoming a scavenger in a harsh world. She has killed more and lost more than she cares to count, takes no joy in it, but understands the necessity of her actions.

She follows no strict teaching, but often meditates and communes with nature to mind calm and peace in the chaos. Her focus has gifted her intuition far beyond most people in regards to the nature of people, animals and the world.

Background:

Sheltered for much of her childhood Nina was always told by her parents that the world was a brutal place and trained her daily in body and mind for what would come some day. Her mother Olathe would sit with her and talk about that more often it is the mind that breaks first in this time and that hope is the most precious comdity humanity has. Her father Forseti rarely showed emotion, but was a driven man that pushed her physically to never falter and to manage her strengths and weaknesses to best an opponent. Both her parents taught her to survive by hunting, identifying food and collecting water and building shelter.

Despite all this a this a disease infested the local area and Nina at age 13 found herself desperately trying to save her dying parents. None of her remedies seem to subside the fever and after a month's struggle they both succumbed. Nina buried them, collected supplies in a backpack and took her fathers weapons (a sword and two pistols) along with ammunition. She had to leave as all around her was sickness and death and she feared for her own life.

Her time on the road molded and hardened her, living much of it on her own and fending off thieves and rapists Nina found herself having to hurt others in order to continue on. She only ever had company for a three year spell later on, but something happened to her companion that she never speaks about, although some times her dreams are filled with it and she mutters "David" in her sleep.

How did T.E.C.H. convinced you to join?*:

Tired and exhausted after several years on her own Nina was at a breaking point. T.E.C.H. offered her some sense of purpose and security she had not enjoyed in a long time. She had no idea if it was along or short term arrangement for her, but anything was better than the wasteland she spent most of her time enduring.

Belongings:
· A Compass-shaped artifact.
· T.E.C.H.’s self-defense Stunt Rods.
· An old blade of incredible durability passed down the Ek line for centuries
· Twin pistols with ammunition that she uses as last resort, but pack a punch dropping a man with one shot
· Survival kit with supplies

Character traits:
· Intuition - Can read people, the longer she is in someone's company the better she can know them. Her blood runs when she hears an lie uttered
· Focus - Enhanced senses of smell, sight and hearing
· Meditate - Able to reach into other planes, even at times sensing and hearing the dead
· Survival - Able to hunt, cook, and manage most illnesses and wounds

Likes*:

Honesty, beef jerky, animals, and sunny days.

Dislikes*:

Deceit, processed food, most people, and snow.

Extra info*:

Nina keeps a diary in a bag that she keeps notes and even dabbles in poetry. She is not keen to share this with anyone, much like her prized jerky.

Nina Ek

Nina awoke in a room, examining it she found herself in a prison cell. She checked herself to see all her possessions stripped. she felt naked despite being clothed. So much had happened and so little of it made any sense.

She sat in the lotus position and concentrated, relaxing her mind and reaching out. She could sense others, but something was obstructing her. A sort of invisible barrier acted like heavy fog and kept her in the dark as to the conditions of others.

What was this place? How had she ended up here? It smelled sterile and no sound came into her cell. All she knew was someone had captured her and her unit, someone with vast resources that wanted them kept in solitary confinement.

She would have to bide her time, and see if an opening presented itself.

RECAP: Feel free to play this while I recap: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYK_QqH-BXk

Our heroes wake up isolated and alone in the cold cells of the Maximum Security Prison Tartarus, convicted of crimes they didn't commit and locked up in definetly. Subject to ceaseless interrogation and cut off from the world, they've lost contact with everyone they knew.

How will our heroes escape this prison when they barely know where they are let alone what they were convicted of?

Devoid of their powers and the outside world will they lose there sanity and even their lives?

And who is the mysterious Chancellor Uria who destroyed T.E.C.H and imprisoned its operatives?

Find out next time on, T.E.C.H.r

New Character PROFILE:

Dylan Sommers

"Please, Mr. Sommers. Help us out." the interrogator rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Okay, let's try again. What was T.E.C.H. planning to do at Venezuela?"

Dylan just lied on his cot, staring at the ceiling in complete silence. For a change, he seemed to be better than the last time. The interrogator kept jotting down on his clipboard.

"What were you all trying to do at Venezuela?" but still nothing. The interrogator let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his forehead again. "Look, I'm not like the other guy. I don't condone torturing, okay? It's counterproductive."

"Like a give a shit."

"Okay... w-- why did you really join T.E.C.H.? You could've just refused, you know."

"You don't really know anything, Mr. Pencilneck." Dylan rose from the bed and headed where the man was, "No one on earth could've helped me with my problems."

The interrogator stuttered as he was going to say something, but he kept quiet.

"Hey, speak up, I can't hear you. If T.E.C.H. didn't help me to control my powers, what, your people would? Yeah, right." the interrogator looked uncomfortable at Dylan's badgering, "What does all of this stands for, anyway?"

"You are prisoners for being a threat to public safety."

"Bull! You don't know jack shit. You're just a damn puppet, doing, hearing and saying whatever they tell you to."

"You are unstable. The powers and the technology you all used was deemed a threat to humanity. You deserved to be stopped!"

Dylan facepalmed, trying to contain his laughter, "Whatever, man." he jumped back into his uncomfortable cot and stared back into the ceiling.

The interrogator, flustered and frustrated, left the containment area while the prisoner's cell walls opaqued themselves.

OTR: Action Quotes. When quoted from this thread it is because it is prompting an action, please respond ASP. Response don't have to be as long as normal posts.
"Having some trouble there?" said an unknown voice.

"He won't talk..." responded the interrogator nervously.

The replacement guard laughed, "Still green at it aren't yah?"

Annoyed, the interrogator reached the end of the hall and the door slid behind him.

"Now....Let's see here.845...846...there." 

The guard placed his hand on a scanner and the blank wall became transparent revealing inmate Sommers lying on his cot.

"Comfortable?" the guard asked?

Dylan scoffed, "Y'know... I wish I had some music here but... can't complain. New guy's nice, but the bastard from last time... I'll kill him last."

Guard

"Calm down, tough guy-"

A loud beep came from the terminal outside the cell, and a wall slot opened up revealing heavy duty hand cuffs.

"Put them on, you're being transported. And no funny stuff, you're being watched." said the Guard matteroffactly. 

He reluctantly put his left hand into one of the cuffs, following by the other hand on the next. He had a bit of difficulty clicking the cuffs shut; his fingers were still sore due to his last outburst. He was now obediently waiting in front of the door.

"Finally, being moved into a place with some TV."

Nina Ek

Time passed and Nina remained patient for what was to come. Basic needs were met with food provided at regular intervals. Mid morning one of walls became transparent and Nina turn to have her eyes meet a man's sitting in a chair. His legs were crossed and he had a clip board laying across them. He wore a smart suit and a bit of a smirk as his pale green eyes were fixed on her.



"Shall we begin?" his low smooth voice broke the tension. His accent was hard for her to place, it felt crisp and charming with a hint of a threat.

He continued despite her lack of response, "Nina, I know a great deal about you and your gifts. Quite extraordinary young woman, and I am not easily impressed. You struggle to reach the planes with your gifts in here, don't you?"

Nina squinted as questions raced through her mind, who was this man and how did he know such things?

"Of course you are, my doing after all. Need to keep everyone separate for our work here. You should know now how alone and helpless you are. We could kill you at any moment, so why haven't we?" he smiled making lines on his tight pale skin.

"You need something." Nina replied flatly.

"Very good deduction Miss Ek, may we move on to the heart of the matter then?"

Nina had no choice, she would hear the man out.

"Good. My name is Arthur and we are going to be very useful to one another."