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Valentina Espinosa

Age: 32

Alter-Ego: Code name: Swift-Shift, Assets: Elasticity and Speed.

Species: Squirrel

Occupation:

  Soldier gone government spy before obtaining my elasticity. At this present time, I am affiliated with an underground vigilante organization referred to as The Resistance.

Residence:

  My residence of choice consists of a two-story elevated abode situated atop the canopies of the Blanc Forest. For some, it may come off as quite the unorthodox choice of foundation; however, I wanted my residence to be impenetrable from the ground level and rather difficult to infiltrate. Of course, building in this manner does come with its peculiarities, though to that point, I have teamed up with impeccably talented architects that designed every last detail of my home down to the immaculate kitchen layout. The plumbing network was quite the feat before any of the structure was planned. It took great methodical calculations to transpire the pipes and wires within the core of the strongest tree trunks that mimic steel beams for the structure. This network has a direct connection to the city’s main sewer lines, so I do not have to concern myself with constant plumbing repairs. Aside from the structural, I had my home embellished with extensive amenities. Spaces ranging from a fully immersive recreational room to a stunning master bedroom were carefully planned out to the most minute details. Perhaps the most interesting feature of my home is the delivery system installed for packages. A state of the art modernized vacuum system was designed to receive deliveries from the ground floor and maneuver them up to the front door slightly off center. Overall, my home is the physical representation of my ideal design.

Affiliates:

  My current affiliation is with an underground vigilante organization known as The Resistance. The organization is led by my mentor and close friend, Takahiro Nakamura, who has rather kindly taken me under his wing as his apprentice. Over the years, I’ve had many allies, though none as distinctive as Takahiro. He took it upon himself to ensure that my training was to the highest standards of the organization, something which will forever remain embedded in me as I continue to pursue perfection the more I train. When a high ranking mission presents itself that is too much for a low-grade member to handle, Takahiro and myself make a personal appearance to deal with the dilemma. With us on a mission, everything becomes a bloodbath as we recolor the streets with each hue of our fallen enemies; quite masterful if I do say so myself. Within the organization is one highly intelligent and skillful scientist, Walter Nakamura, Takahiro’s younger brother. Walter has a great passion for creating diverse inventions that enhance the other group members. One of his best works is my high tech elastic suit. Not only is it stylized to my standards, it allows me to maneuver with no visible level of restraint. Then there’s the cat… Where in the world did they acquire her remains a mystery to me. From what I gathered, she was spying on us and as much as I was ready to cave her entire existence in, I was given clear orders not to decimate her. I do not even recall her fucking name, Catalina, Catherine, Cleo, something along those lines I am certain. She butchered her qualification exam and quite frankly I am still in shock that she was granted a second chance. Perhaps her elasticity was one factor Takahiro took into consideration when offering her a position here in the organization… that and the fact that the organization was of a rather intimate size. I assure you, the minute I catch that ecstatic cat slipping, I am going to have the utmost pleasure of ripping her a new one.

Biography:

  My recollection of my childhood is not much… The earliest I can remember is the country I was born in alongside the date. I was born in Mexico on May 18th, 1971. I do recall being stripped from my family at a young age by the government for a project they conceived, which I do not recall the name. During this time, the government had launched what can only be described as an “unclassified” program for the Department of Defense. They told us it was a breakthrough, something designed to give soldiers ungodly abilities to gain leverage over rivaling countries. This new field of research was led by D.A.R.T, the Department of Advanced Research and Technology. D.A.R.T. was an underground project, always looking to recreate things that only God can create, however, their madness did prove fruition upon the creation of these uncategorized serums.
    Diverse in both colors in consistencies, these serums allegedly gave its test subject a distinct enhancement that would amplify their combat skills. Gazing through the vast collective of serums, I wondered what level of power one could achieve if they were given more than one enhancement… I remembered the blunt words of one of the scientists that had dedicated nearly an eternity to this project: Death. The design of these serums were still flawed as he explained. Once the serum has been injected into its designated host, the molecular components will begin to merge with the host’s DNA and cells until it forms an undetectable permabond. This bond will not cause damage to the host as long as it is a singular process. Once during a series of tests regarding dual enhancement, a host appeared fine for only a split second before collapsing to the floor with violent seizures that ultimately resulted in their death. What did this mean for me? Very simple: you got one choice for the “perfect” enhancement, so don’t fuck it up. Vile after vile I searched and it seemed that there was not a single enhancement on that shelf that seemed to fit me best… that was until I stumbled across what could only be described as the most peculiar enhancements section. Malleability… the term had this fitting ring to it as I picked up the vile for further examination. A second field scientist explained to me the basics of what this enhancement would do: it would allow its host to be completely pliable, like a rubberband, but with more resistance. Through my training I was always praised for my sheer flexibility and speed, so it made sense in my mind to have an enhancement that would amplify my strongest assets. That and the idea of slower aging sounded rather indulging to the ears.
    After a while, the effects from the serum began to kick in as my body lost its physical structure, becoming soft and pliable. At one instance I thought I'd made a terrible decision with this power and started having regrets, but my superiors helped me pull through this phase as I began to regain my confidence and control of my body. After going through extensive training with troops who possess the same abilities I do, I researched elastic superheroes and villains who appeared in comic books during my time of leisure. I find it intriguing how elasticity has so much to offer when you have a lot of creative thinking involved, so I took the time to train myself to mimic the illustrations from these books and creating some of my own until I perfect them to their fullest extent (ongoing to this day as a matter of fact). When I demonstrated the prowess of my ability to the Department of Defense, they offered me a position to work as a spy in their espionage group. I didn't hesitate on that decision and since then I’ve been working as a spy for 12 years. I couldn’t be more grateful, but things changed as time passed by.
  One day I received a large assignment from my superior, saying that this task requires my expertise to uncover an undisclosed document from Russia. So I was sent on a flight to Russia and by the time I got there, the difficulty of my assignment began escalating exponentially. The document is located at Moscow, in the Dom Pravitelstva Rossiiskoi Federatsii (Дом Правительства Российской Федерации, or The House of the Government of the Russian Federation), which sounds like a mouthful, but nonetheless feels like a suicide mission. If things weren’t hard enough, this document is located in the Prime Minister’s office. Though I couldn’t let the notion of entering a building such as the Russian White House turn me into some pussy, so I got my shit together. I shapeshifted into a staff member, nailing down each and every detail such as their facial structure, proportions, weight, eye color, voice, etc. Not to mention how I have a copy of their ID, passport, and other personal belongings a staff member of the Russian white house would have. Getting in was easy, next comes the hard part, so I had to act quick and not cause any suspicious behavior. With a schematic of the building’s interior, I had to find the surveillance room to disable the cameras and slither my way into the Prime Minister’s office. I headed over to the men’s restroom and with haste I entered a stall and stretched my way up through an air vent, slithering my way to the surveillance room. When I found my way to the surveillance room there were two guys monitoring the screens and checking every square inch of each room in the Russian white house. Without making any noise, I slowly slinked my way down from the ceiling vent, piled up behind their backs and covered them up with my malleable body, suffocating them until they’re unconscious. After turning off the cameras, I dragged the unconscious bodies to a disclosed area and made my way to the Prime Minister’s office.
    Finally at the Prime Minister’s office, there was his office desk where the documents were located. With haste I reached for the draws at the desk, but my mission came to a halt as I encountered someone who apparently beat me there. By the looks of it, he had active camouflage on and was expecting me to be there. I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at him asking him why he is there and who they work for. He replied that I was serving the wrong people during my time in service and what I was doing was causing more harm than good to the world. He added that he has gathered all intelligence from the government that I have worked for and that it’s best that I should abort my mission. He must be delusional to think I would give in to his words, so I had to take him down immediately and complete this mission. I slid swiftly beneath the towering bloke, gliding right between his legs to get the upper hand on my circumstances, however, I did not account for his tail to pin me halfway through and grip me in a chokehold before throwing me across the room. Being cautious not to give off auditory alerts, I flattened myself to reduce my weight and shaped myself to normal. He then threw a thick folder in front of me, stating that everything in that folder is evidence of the government’s true intentions. I didn’t give the folder any attention, I was more agitated by the fact that I’m hearing all of this stupid shit come out of his bloody mouth. It’s impossible that the government would ever consider turning their back against all of the people who fought for my country, so I quickly stretched my arm to reach into the Prime Minister’s desk to retrieve the documents. Unfortunately, the tall bloke swiftly got the secret documents before my arm could even open the small filing cabinet under the desk as he pulled out a plasma pistol from his holster. “Don’t get any ideas. Read it and I’ll blow your cover along with the filthy government you work for.” Damn it! He had me on the spot. If I retaliate, I’d have no document to return back to HQ.
    Slowly, I reached for the folder and looked through the documents to see if my government is as vile as this cabrón described it to be... but to my utter dismay, I never felt like dogshit about my own existence. I was at a loss for words. I never felt so betrayed before. All of the colleagues I’ve made back at base, those memories where I grew up with my fellow brothers and sisters there, are now in vain. He added that he too worked for the government, years before I was even brought to this world on what they did to him and many others. Emotionally distraught, I want nothing more but to go rogue for the life that was decided for me and not me controlling the wheel. The tall figure kneeled down and sympathized with me, I was kind of expecting a blast between my eyes to be honest. He told me that there is an organization filled with people like me who felt betrayed by the people they served and felt like the modern government had brought harm to their communities. He mentioned how his organization is the voice that brings change to this world. He has given me his contact info and left the offer on the table if I ever wish to join. I’ve grown hesitant every time I look at it, but eventually I’ve made up my mind when I started living on my own with no strings attached; I’ve become free and independent overtime. What helped the most is the amount of support this organization has to offer. Eventually with time in the organization, that tall figure that guided me and reassured me finally decided to give me his name. Takahiro Nakamura, scuffed up dragon guy with a killer blow and leader of the organization.

Personality:

  My beloved colleagues have quite the way with descriptions when it comes to defining the form in which they perceive me. I, myself, am very direct with the way I present my person. I am a firm advocate for “tough love”, along with high discipline and integrity. I am not an easy individual to befriend, rather, it takes great effort for me to even bat an eye in your direction for acknowledgement. I define myself as a hard-working soldier who strives to be the epitome of perfection in terms of my elasticity and combat to destroy my enemies. Quite often, I am referred to as a completely abrasive bitch. I quite like their use of “Cabrona” and “Pendeja” when they describe me, it’s rather cute to think that they have any notable intellectual capacity to describe a person. To be blunt, I do not give a single fuck about their childish commentary; I know quite well the person I am and what I aspire to be.

Likes/Dislikes:

  I am what many would consider a “composed psychopath”. Let me elaborate on this a bit: I detest all forms of deception, be it little or large; with deception, however, comes the blissful opportunity to serve revenge chilled on the rocks towards those that dared to deceive me. Absolute carnage is simply stunning, especially done by your own hands. Aside from that reasonably questionable form of enjoyment, I very much like to train until I collapse, continuously looking for new uses for my elasticity. With that newly enlisted cat lady who I will eventually recall her name after she actually reaches a few of our training goals, I get to relive my early days in the Barracks.
  Whoever was the fucking genius that both created and invented Entomology, you and your entire ancestry can be swallowed by the deepest pits of Hell where you so rightfully belong. How dare you create such vile creatures… seriously, insects are the fucking devil’s minions, mark my words. Ahem, moving on, childish behavior within grown individuals boils my blood as well. That new rookie kitten gets on my nerves half the time with her overexertion of joy and likability. If the CEO’s of both Pixel Pub and Trisha Treatz ever had a love child, I guarantee you it would be her without a shadow of doubt in my mind.

Beliefs and Goals:

  There is no clear way of sugarcoating this goal, so I will be very direct: I aspire to be a grand killing machine, a lethal lady, a deadly damsel. As stated before, I have years of extensive training, with many more to come as I continue my ventures. As for a secondary goal, it would be very gracious of me to return all the kindness we were given by the Government. All those years of experimentations, damage, and complete torture were quite the welcoming package on their part. It would be rude of me not to bludgeon their brains out with at least one of each of their highly advanced arsenal… it is the least a fair maiden can do in return, wouldn’t you agree? With The Resistance by my side, losing is a complete myth in my dictionary.

Hobbies:

  In terms of my hobbies, they are very much polar opposites of my usual tendencies. I am a very cut-throat person, quite hostile at times, but I do have a great passion for baking. Yes, you read that clearly, I did not stutter. I enjoy baking because it offers a serene level of tranquility that breaking the limbs of a fucking idiot does not offer me. Apart from that, I also enjoy a bit of outdoor activities such as gardening. Being centered with nature is very important; it allows you to study the mechanisms of your surroundings in order to have the upper hand against your enemies. Those are the core hobbies I get the most enjoyment out of. As of recently, I have found myself partaking in the “cosplaying” hobby thanks to my new crew member, Cataline. Such a peculiar individual, but a fresh new take on any given look does help to refresh the mind every so often.

Skills:

  I am quite diverse in terms of my vast library of languages. At present, I am fluent in Spanish, Arabic, French, Russian, Italian, German, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Portuguese, and Nigerian. I have extensive experience with a variety of weapons; bare arms and lethal self defense are my preferences. I am a walking ghost with my espionage tactics and stealth. Having elasticity has amplified my prior skillset, granting me the ability to morph into anything and everything around me, right down to the mannerisms and sound. For jobs that require a clean entry and getaway, I can become as thin as printing paper in order to infiltrate locations undetected. As for elasticity in general, I will spare you the details of usable knowledge and advice that I could potentially divulge to you. Figure it out yourself if you must, but rest assured you will never be as perfect as me.

Powers:

  Aforementioned, I made the conscious decision to take a syringe from a prior DART staff member. I was given a brief synopsis of what the contents of the syringe would do to the individual that injects it; enhancements such as the ability to be incredibly pliable and elongate to great lengths. Along with this, it granted the individual a minor degree of resistance against breaking your own limbs and causing ruptures, both internally and externally. One side effect from taking the undefined substance that was never examined was the color shift in the iris. At times when in this sort of “elastic mode”, my eye color will shift from hazel to blood-red along with a notable “bullseye” distinction. This does not appear to cause any form of impairments nor pain, however, further studies are required. Admittedly, the simple notion of becoming furry ramen does not instill fear into your enemies, though years of extensive training and commitment into honing this newly acquired skill does indeed turn you into a fearsome fucking force. It is quite satisfying to see your opponents quiver in sheer horror over the absolute killing machine one can become. Add some guns into the mix and you’ve got the ultimate military-grade bio-engineered weapon.

Weaknesses:

  It is quite an oddity for me to clearly discern any feasible weaknesses and/or forms of weaknesses. I define myself as a near perfect individual, however, acknowledging your own faults at times does give great room from long-term improvements. Overall, I would suggest that my sheer level of overconfidence will always return to bite me in the ass every now and again. Due to this, I often find myself underestimating my opponents, which downplays my evident skillset. If I allow myself to underestimate my opponents, they can easily gain the upper hand over me in any situation… I refuse to acknowledge failure at my own accord. Apart from the introspective, a physical weakness would be within my newly acquired powers. Having elasticity does come with its fair share of kinks such as vulnerability to both freezing and scorching temperatures, along with high susceptibility towards sharp objects. In addition, there is a great limitation to the total length where I can push my powers. My known cap is 20 miles at this point in time, however, I am constantly and consistently training to surpass this minor limitation. Admittedly, I have nearly overworked myself to the point of borderline death, but what is the point of a high achievement without a bit of pain? As of recently, I can see the fruits of my hard labor coming into fruition.

Valentina Espinosa ©

Description

Valentina Espinosa

Age: 32

Alter-Ego: Code name: Swift-Shift, Assets: Elasticity and Speed.

Species: Squirrel

Occupation:

  Soldier gone government spy before obtaining my elasticity. At this present time, I am affiliated with an underground vigilante organization referred to as The Resistance.

Residence:

  My residence of choice consists of a two-story elevated abode situated atop the canopies of the Blanc Forest. For some, it may come off as quite the unorthodox choice of foundation; however, I wanted my residence to be impenetrable from the ground level and rather difficult to infiltrate. Of course, building in this manner does come with its peculiarities, though to that point, I have teamed up with impeccably talented architects that designed every last detail of my home down to the immaculate kitchen layout. The plumbing network was quite the feat before any of the structure was planned. It took great methodical calculations to transpire the pipes and wires within the core of the strongest tree trunks that mimic steel beams for the structure. This network has a direct connection to the city’s main sewer lines, so I do not have to concern myself with constant plumbing repairs. Aside from the structural, I had my home embellished with extensive amenities. Spaces ranging from a fully immersive recreational room to a stunning master bedroom were carefully planned out to the most minute details. Perhaps the most interesting feature of my home is the delivery system installed for packages. A state of the art modernized vacuum system was designed to receive deliveries from the ground floor and maneuver them up to the front door slightly off center. Overall, my home is the physical representation of my ideal design.

Affiliates:

  My current affiliation is with an underground vigilante organization known as The Resistance. The organization is led by my mentor and close friend, Takahiro Nakamura, who has rather kindly taken me under his wing as his apprentice. Over the years, I’ve had many allies, though none as distinctive as Takahiro. He took it upon himself to ensure that my training was to the highest standards of the organization, something which will forever remain embedded in me as I continue to pursue perfection the more I train. When a high ranking mission presents itself that is too much for a low-grade member to handle, Takahiro and myself make a personal appearance to deal with the dilemma. With us on a mission, everything becomes a bloodbath as we recolor the streets with each hue of our fallen enemies; quite masterful if I do say so myself. Within the organization is one highly intelligent and skillful scientist, Walter Nakamura, Takahiro’s younger brother. Walter has a great passion for creating diverse inventions that enhance the other group members. One of his best works is my high tech elastic suit. Not only is it stylized to my standards, it allows me to maneuver with no visible level of restraint. Then there’s the cat… Where in the world did they acquire her remains a mystery to me. From what I gathered, she was spying on us and as much as I was ready to cave her entire existence in, I was given clear orders not to decimate her. I do not even recall her fucking name, Catalina, Catherine, Cleo, something along those lines I am certain. She butchered her qualification exam and quite frankly I am still in shock that she was granted a second chance. Perhaps her elasticity was one factor Takahiro took into consideration when offering her a position here in the organization… that and the fact that the organization was of a rather intimate size. I assure you, the minute I catch that ecstatic cat slipping, I am going to have the utmost pleasure of ripping her a new one.

Biography:

  My recollection of my childhood is not much… The earliest I can remember is the country I was born in alongside the date. I was born in Mexico on May 18th, 1971. I do recall being stripped from my family at a young age by the government for a project they conceived, which I do not recall the name. During this time, the government had launched what can only be described as an “unclassified” program for the Department of Defense. They told us it was a breakthrough, something designed to give soldiers ungodly abilities to gain leverage over rivaling countries. This new field of research was led by D.A.R.T, the Department of Advanced Research and Technology. D.A.R.T. was an underground project, always looking to recreate things that only God can create, however, their madness did prove fruition upon the creation of these uncategorized serums.
    Diverse in both colors in consistencies, these serums allegedly gave its test subject a distinct enhancement that would amplify their combat skills. Gazing through the vast collective of serums, I wondered what level of power one could achieve if they were given more than one enhancement… I remembered the blunt words of one of the scientists that had dedicated nearly an eternity to this project: Death. The design of these serums were still flawed as he explained. Once the serum has been injected into its designated host, the molecular components will begin to merge with the host’s DNA and cells until it forms an undetectable permabond. This bond will not cause damage to the host as long as it is a singular process. Once during a series of tests regarding dual enhancement, a host appeared fine for only a split second before collapsing to the floor with violent seizures that ultimately resulted in their death. What did this mean for me? Very simple: you got one choice for the “perfect” enhancement, so don’t fuck it up. Vile after vile I searched and it seemed that there was not a single enhancement on that shelf that seemed to fit me best… that was until I stumbled across what could only be described as the most peculiar enhancements section. Malleability… the term had this fitting ring to it as I picked up the vile for further examination. A second field scientist explained to me the basics of what this enhancement would do: it would allow its host to be completely pliable, like a rubberband, but with more resistance. Through my training I was always praised for my sheer flexibility and speed, so it made sense in my mind to have an enhancement that would amplify my strongest assets. That and the idea of slower aging sounded rather indulging to the ears.
    After a while, the effects from the serum began to kick in as my body lost its physical structure, becoming soft and pliable. At one instance I thought I'd made a terrible decision with this power and started having regrets, but my superiors helped me pull through this phase as I began to regain my confidence and control of my body. After going through extensive training with troops who possess the same abilities I do, I researched elastic superheroes and villains who appeared in comic books during my time of leisure. I find it intriguing how elasticity has so much to offer when you have a lot of creative thinking involved, so I took the time to train myself to mimic the illustrations from these books and creating some of my own until I perfect them to their fullest extent (ongoing to this day as a matter of fact). When I demonstrated the prowess of my ability to the Department of Defense, they offered me a position to work as a spy in their espionage group. I didn't hesitate on that decision and since then I’ve been working as a spy for 12 years. I couldn’t be more grateful, but things changed as time passed by.
  One day I received a large assignment from my superior, saying that this task requires my expertise to uncover an undisclosed document from Russia. So I was sent on a flight to Russia and by the time I got there, the difficulty of my assignment began escalating exponentially. The document is located at Moscow, in the Dom Pravitelstva Rossiiskoi Federatsii (Дом Правительства Российской Федерации, or The House of the Government of the Russian Federation), which sounds like a mouthful, but nonetheless feels like a suicide mission. If things weren’t hard enough, this document is located in the Prime Minister’s office. Though I couldn’t let the notion of entering a building such as the Russian White House turn me into some pussy, so I got my shit together. I shapeshifted into a staff member, nailing down each and every detail such as their facial structure, proportions, weight, eye color, voice, etc. Not to mention how I have a copy of their ID, passport, and other personal belongings a staff member of the Russian white house would have. Getting in was easy, next comes the hard part, so I had to act quick and not cause any suspicious behavior. With a schematic of the building’s interior, I had to find the surveillance room to disable the cameras and slither my way into the Prime Minister’s office. I headed over to the men’s restroom and with haste I entered a stall and stretched my way up through an air vent, slithering my way to the surveillance room. When I found my way to the surveillance room there were two guys monitoring the screens and checking every square inch of each room in the Russian white house. Without making any noise, I slowly slinked my way down from the ceiling vent, piled up behind their backs and covered them up with my malleable body, suffocating them until they’re unconscious. After turning off the cameras, I dragged the unconscious bodies to a disclosed area and made my way to the Prime Minister’s office.
    Finally at the Prime Minister’s office, there was his office desk where the documents were located. With haste I reached for the draws at the desk, but my mission came to a halt as I encountered someone who apparently beat me there. By the looks of it, he had active camouflage on and was expecting me to be there. I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at him asking him why he is there and who they work for. He replied that I was serving the wrong people during my time in service and what I was doing was causing more harm than good to the world. He added that he has gathered all intelligence from the government that I have worked for and that it’s best that I should abort my mission. He must be delusional to think I would give in to his words, so I had to take him down immediately and complete this mission. I slid swiftly beneath the towering bloke, gliding right between his legs to get the upper hand on my circumstances, however, I did not account for his tail to pin me halfway through and grip me in a chokehold before throwing me across the room. Being cautious not to give off auditory alerts, I flattened myself to reduce my weight and shaped myself to normal. He then threw a thick folder in front of me, stating that everything in that folder is evidence of the government’s true intentions. I didn’t give the folder any attention, I was more agitated by the fact that I’m hearing all of this stupid shit come out of his bloody mouth. It’s impossible that the government would ever consider turning their back against all of the people who fought for my country, so I quickly stretched my arm to reach into the Prime Minister’s desk to retrieve the documents. Unfortunately, the tall bloke swiftly got the secret documents before my arm could even open the small filing cabinet under the desk as he pulled out a plasma pistol from his holster. “Don’t get any ideas. Read it and I’ll blow your cover along with the filthy government you work for.” Damn it! He had me on the spot. If I retaliate, I’d have no document to return back to HQ.
    Slowly, I reached for the folder and looked through the documents to see if my government is as vile as this cabrón described it to be... but to my utter dismay, I never felt like dogshit about my own existence. I was at a loss for words. I never felt so betrayed before. All of the colleagues I’ve made back at base, those memories where I grew up with my fellow brothers and sisters there, are now in vain. He added that he too worked for the government, years before I was even brought to this world on what they did to him and many others. Emotionally distraught, I want nothing more but to go rogue for the life that was decided for me and not me controlling the wheel. The tall figure kneeled down and sympathized with me, I was kind of expecting a blast between my eyes to be honest. He told me that there is an organization filled with people like me who felt betrayed by the people they served and felt like the modern government had brought harm to their communities. He mentioned how his organization is the voice that brings change to this world. He has given me his contact info and left the offer on the table if I ever wish to join. I’ve grown hesitant every time I look at it, but eventually I’ve made up my mind when I started living on my own with no strings attached; I’ve become free and independent overtime. What helped the most is the amount of support this organization has to offer. Eventually with time in the organization, that tall figure that guided me and reassured me finally decided to give me his name. Takahiro Nakamura, scuffed up dragon guy with a killer blow and leader of the organization.

Personality:

  My beloved colleagues have quite the way with descriptions when it comes to defining the form in which they perceive me. I, myself, am very direct with the way I present my person. I am a firm advocate for “tough love”, along with high discipline and integrity. I am not an easy individual to befriend, rather, it takes great effort for me to even bat an eye in your direction for acknowledgement. I define myself as a hard-working soldier who strives to be the epitome of perfection in terms of my elasticity and combat to destroy my enemies. Quite often, I am referred to as a completely abrasive bitch. I quite like their use of “Cabrona” and “Pendeja” when they describe me, it’s rather cute to think that they have any notable intellectual capacity to describe a person. To be blunt, I do not give a single fuck about their childish commentary; I know quite well the person I am and what I aspire to be.

Likes/Dislikes:

  I am what many would consider a “composed psychopath”. Let me elaborate on this a bit: I detest all forms of deception, be it little or large; with deception, however, comes the blissful opportunity to serve revenge chilled on the rocks towards those that dared to deceive me. Absolute carnage is simply stunning, especially done by your own hands. Aside from that reasonably questionable form of enjoyment, I very much like to train until I collapse, continuously looking for new uses for my elasticity. With that newly enlisted cat lady who I will eventually recall her name after she actually reaches a few of our training goals, I get to relive my early days in the Barracks.
  Whoever was the fucking genius that both created and invented Entomology, you and your entire ancestry can be swallowed by the deepest pits of Hell where you so rightfully belong. How dare you create such vile creatures… seriously, insects are the fucking devil’s minions, mark my words. Ahem, moving on, childish behavior within grown individuals boils my blood as well. That new rookie kitten gets on my nerves half the time with her overexertion of joy and likability. If the CEO’s of both Pixel Pub and Trisha Treatz ever had a love child, I guarantee you it would be her without a shadow of doubt in my mind.

Beliefs and Goals:

  There is no clear way of sugarcoating this goal, so I will be very direct: I aspire to be a grand killing machine, a lethal lady, a deadly damsel. As stated before, I have years of extensive training, with many more to come as I continue my ventures. As for a secondary goal, it would be very gracious of me to return all the kindness we were given by the Government. All those years of experimentations, damage, and complete torture were quite the welcoming package on their part. It would be rude of me not to bludgeon their brains out with at least one of each of their highly advanced arsenal… it is the least a fair maiden can do in return, wouldn’t you agree? With The Resistance by my side, losing is a complete myth in my dictionary.

Hobbies:

  In terms of my hobbies, they are very much polar opposites of my usual tendencies. I am a very cut-throat person, quite hostile at times, but I do have a great passion for baking. Yes, you read that clearly, I did not stutter. I enjoy baking because it offers a serene level of tranquility that breaking the limbs of a fucking idiot does not offer me. Apart from that, I also enjoy a bit of outdoor activities such as gardening. Being centered with nature is very important; it allows you to study the mechanisms of your surroundings in order to have the upper hand against your enemies. Those are the core hobbies I get the most enjoyment out of. As of recently, I have found myself partaking in the “cosplaying” hobby thanks to my new crew member, Cataline. Such a peculiar individual, but a fresh new take on any given look does help to refresh the mind every so often.

Skills:

  I am quite diverse in terms of my vast library of languages. At present, I am fluent in Spanish, Arabic, French, Russian, Italian, German, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Portuguese, and Nigerian. I have extensive experience with a variety of weapons; bare arms and lethal self defense are my preferences. I am a walking ghost with my espionage tactics and stealth. Having elasticity has amplified my prior skillset, granting me the ability to morph into anything and everything around me, right down to the mannerisms and sound. For jobs that require a clean entry and getaway, I can become as thin as printing paper in order to infiltrate locations undetected. As for elasticity in general, I will spare you the details of usable knowledge and advice that I could potentially divulge to you. Figure it out yourself if you must, but rest assured you will never be as perfect as me.

Powers:

  Aforementioned, I made the conscious decision to take a syringe from a prior DART staff member. I was given a brief synopsis of what the contents of the syringe would do to the individual that injects it; enhancements such as the ability to be incredibly pliable and elongate to great lengths. Along with this, it granted the individual a minor degree of resistance against breaking your own limbs and causing ruptures, both internally and externally. One side effect from taking the undefined substance that was never examined was the color shift in the iris. At times when in this sort of “elastic mode”, my eye color will shift from hazel to blood-red along with a notable “bullseye” distinction. This does not appear to cause any form of impairments nor pain, however, further studies are required. Admittedly, the simple notion of becoming furry ramen does not instill fear into your enemies, though years of extensive training and commitment into honing this newly acquired skill does indeed turn you into a fearsome fucking force. It is quite satisfying to see your opponents quiver in sheer horror over the absolute killing machine one can become. Add some guns into the mix and you’ve got the ultimate military-grade bio-engineered weapon.

Weaknesses:

  It is quite an oddity for me to clearly discern any feasible weaknesses and/or forms of weaknesses. I define myself as a near perfect individual, however, acknowledging your own faults at times does give great room from long-term improvements. Overall, I would suggest that my sheer level of overconfidence will always return to bite me in the ass every now and again. Due to this, I often find myself underestimating my opponents, which downplays my evident skillset. If I allow myself to underestimate my opponents, they can easily gain the upper hand over me in any situation… I refuse to acknowledge failure at my own accord. Apart from the introspective, a physical weakness would be within my newly acquired powers. Having elasticity does come with its fair share of kinks such as vulnerability to both freezing and scorching temperatures, along with high susceptibility towards sharp objects. In addition, there is a great limitation to the total length where I can push my powers. My known cap is 20 miles at this point in time, however, I am constantly and consistently training to surpass this minor limitation. Admittedly, I have nearly overworked myself to the point of borderline death, but what is the point of a high achievement without a bit of pain? As of recently, I can see the fruits of my hard labor coming into fruition.

Valentina Espinosa ©