Post by Henri Batroc on Jan 24, 2015 3:11:40 GMT -6
Full Name:Henriette Renee Batroc
Codename: Batroc
Aliases/Nicknames: Henri, Jackrabbit,
Birthplace: Le Havre, France
Hometown/Base of operations: Mobile
Species: Mutant
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Alignment: Villain
Affiliation: none
PHYSICAL
Height: 5” 7'
Weight: 130
Hair Color/style: Auburn
Eye Color: Brown
Anything Else: Scarring on her back from a shrapnel grenade
Equipment and Weapons:
Spinal implants: Henri has implants in her spine, allowing her to walk again after pieces of shrapnel became fused with her spine.
Escrima Sticks: Titanium alloy with an electric current running through them that activate when she needs.
Costume: It is made out of kevlar, nomex and lightweight titanium, making it easily maneuverable, flame retardant and mostly bullet proof. She has back plates protecting her spine as it is more vulnerable with the implants.
Powers:
Teleporting: More like Jackrabbiting, she can teleport short distances within line of sight. Or, if she knows what's on the other side of a door or wall she can jump into the next room.
Skills:
Master Thief Henri started training young, stealing people's wallets or food from supermarkets to stay alive. Her time with Batroc has only improved some skills. Her skill include but are not limited to: safe cracking, lock picking, pick pocketing, hotwiring cars, disabling security systems, and disguising herself to get away.
Martial artist Being that Batroc is her adoptive father, Henri is very well versed in Savate. She isn't a master at it, like Batroc himself, but she comes very close. All that's needed is the years of experience.
Weapons Specialist Henri has a bit more of an inclination to use weapons when fighting and has been trained in the use of many of them. She doesn't like guns, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to use them. She does have an inclination toward escrima sticks, making her a pinwheel of damage.
Peak human conditioning before her accident, Henri had been trained to peak human levels, allowing her to run, jump and keep up with Batroc or be left behind. After the accident, the technological enhancements brought her back to her previous conditioning, at least physically.
Multilingual Henri speaks French (of course) and English, with a smattering of swear words in Spanish, Italian and Greek.
Weaknesses: (3 minimum)
1.)Recommend Recalibration: Henri can't teleport freely because of her spinal implants. Because of her powers, the implants can become unaligned after awhile. So she spends most days in a wheelchair to keep from using both her implant or teleporting too much.
2.)Everyone has a price: Henri will do most anything if the money is right. Implants like hers are not cheap to maintain.
3.)Bartender keep 'em coming: Henri is fond of the drink, in whatever form she can get them. When she's not on a job, she keeps herself occupied that way.
4.)All in your head: Physically, Henri is fine. The implants work perfectly when she has them calibrated correctly. However, she uses the wheelchair like an emotional crutch most days. Sometimes she won't be able to feel her legs even when the calibration is perfect. And that is all in her head.
5.)I can do it on my own! Henri hates asking for help. She would have to be on death's door before asking for it. She's done most things in her life by herself. She would ask Batroc more than most, but even then, she wants to figure out herself first, before letting anyone else in.
FAMILY:
Mother: Claudette Renoir
Father: Vincent Renoir
Adoptive Father: Georges Batroc
Siblings: none
Children: none
Extended family: Batroc's Brigade
THE REST
Personality:
Henri is very flippant with everyone except her father or those who have earned her respect. It takes a lot to do that, and even moreso to earn her trust. Much like Georges, she has a sense of honor, her own set of right and wrong, and if she's on a job and the person who paid her besmirches her honor, she will make them live to regret it.
She can be quite flirtatious as well, though it might catch some people off guard coming from a girl in a wheelchair. It's the reason she does it, keeps people off guard, which makes it easier for her to pick their pockets if she so decides.
History:
Henri was born in Le Havre, France to two very poor individuals whose names she never knew. They died of exposure when she was barely old enough to walk. Her given name was something she doesn't remember, so she gave herself the name Henriette, so when people called her Henri, they would think she was a boy. And thus Henri became a street kid. She grew up, moving from city to city, doing what she needed to survive. She became very good at picking people's pockets. Until one day she picked the wrong person's pocket.
Henri was 14 when she finally made it to Paris. It was a bigger city, with meaner people and darker streets. She had learned to start hiding the fact she was a girl once she started to show, and in Paris, that became even more important. She kept her hair short or under a cap and wore loose clothing to hide her chest. She tried mostly to stick to tourist areas, but some days she'd get run off by other pick pockets and thieves who had claimed that bit of territory. One night, however, she couldn't run fast enough, the others giving chase, determined to teach her a lesson about stealing from their territory. She hadn't paid attention to where she was going and darted right out into the road.
She would have been a road pancake if she hadn't been so scared she teleported across the rest of the way. She was so shocked by the occurrence, she just stood there for a moment. And then it happened again. She teleported to the fountain she'd been staring at a few yards away. Henri freaked out, rightfully so, and she just kept teleporting in her panic. She completely forgot about the boys chasing her. By now, she was soaking wet and teleporting every few feet until she got tackled and pulled to the ground. Then she was terrified.
Unbeknownst to her, Georges had watch the whole thing unfold with mild curiosity while he was scouting a location. He had thought, as most people did, that Henri was a boy. He did not feel like intervening in a street level scuffle over pick pocket territory between boys. They had to learn one way or another to survive of course. Even if that meant taking a few beatings. When Henri teleported, he became more intrigued, but still not enough to help. Until her hat fell off in the fountain and her shirt stuck to her and the truth was revealed. Batroc knew worse fates usually befell women in these circumstances than just a beating. That was something his honor would not allow. He saw her get tackled and not teleport away, he knew his time to intervene was now. He scared off the thugs and helped Henri up before going on his merry way. Well, he tried. Henri followed him. He leaped his way up to a rooftop, thinking she hadn't gotten control over her powers just yet and began to run, not wanting to be burdened with anybody else's problems. And he thought he got away.
Henri, however, had picked his pocket, having lost the rest of her take from that evening. And she had taken his notes. She knew he would be back. So she practiced, concentrated and gained control as much as she could over her powers for the next two days, waiting for him to show. He was going to break into a house, she knew, and she was waiting for him inside when he did. She had seen him leap, and knew who he was. His name was spoken of by every street kid she'd met, Batroc the Leaper. There was no one else he could be. And she was determined to be trained by him. She did not want to merely exist, picking pockets and getting scraps. She wanted to live.
Batroc, of course, refused to train her that night. So, she took what he had come to steal, and stole it from him, teleporting into the night. On one hand, Batroc was very angry. The statue was worth a lot of money, both to him and to the person who hired him. But he was also rather impressed with Henri's determination. Begrudgingly, he agreed to train her, only after he got the statue back.
Batroc stayed well away from New York during the battle, instead using that time as a massive distraction to go on a crime spree and test Henri. Two years in and she was coming along quite nicely. He had grown quite attached to her. And she to him. Henri had never had someone stay with her so long, nor had she ever trusted someone as much as she did Batroc. He was someone she would die for, an she very nearly did.
A few years later, when Henri was 20, they had been hired to steal weapons from a military facility in Germany and all had been going quite smoothly. Well, as smooth as things can go when bullets are flying. They had made their way to the roof with their cargo and the awaiting helicopter. Henri had their prize and had teleported into the helicopter to deposit it, waiting for Batroc to catch up. But now since they were out in the open, the guards were a little more liberal with their armaments. Henri saw the grenade being tossed and reacted. She teleported out to Batroc and grabbed him, teleporting out as the grenade exploded. She thought she had gotten clear until they reformed on the chopper and there was nothing but searing pain in her back. When she teleported, she had taken some shrapnel with her, and it had now become fused with her spine in the reconstruction.
Batroc went on another crime spree, this time kidnapping doctors and the most advanced technology available. His little Henri would walk again, even if he had to kill people to do it. It was a long, painful and hard road to recovery, and in some ways, Henri is still recovering, but for the most part, the surgery and physical therapy were a success. Albeit with limitations. Henri still hires herself out as a mercenary, but she only teleports in case of emergencies now, relying more on her other training to get her through tough spots.
Face Claim/Play by: Nathalie Emmanuel
Sample RP:
"Alignment at 65%. Recommend recalibration."* A smooth female electronic voice filled the air.
"I heard you the last five million times you told me, you stupid machine!" Henri growled back in French. She stumbled her way down a darkened alley, her hand on the brick wall the only thing keeping her vertical. The other hand clutched at her side, just above her hip. With a grunt of pain, she leaned against the wall for a moment to take stock of her situation. She was in trouble, that much she could tell.
With a hiss she took her hand away from her side. She was never this sloppy. Well she had been once...
"Recommend Recalibration."
"I HEARD YOU!" she yelled then winced. She knew she had to recalibrate. she could barely feel her legs. The spinal implants were beginning to get knocked out of alignment. But that's what happens when you disappear and reappear, broken down molecule by molecule, and there's something not in the original blueprint trying to travel along. Sometimes Henri didn't want damn the implants, she didn't want to have to count her jumps, she just wanted to have her freedom back. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. A shrapnel grenade had made sure of that.
"I heard you... " she said again, quieter, looking around, hoping her outburst hadn't given away her hiding spot. Just to be sure, she slid down the wall and sat for a moment.
Gun shot, no exit wound. It wasn't bleeding too bad but she couldn't go any farther without help. Help. She hated asking for help. No. She wouldn't. Fuck that. She could make it.
This was the very last time she'd ever think the money was too good for her to say no to a job. She always said no to corporate espionage as a rule, but this one time, the offer was just too good. She'd gotten what she's been paid to get. But it appeared she hadn't been the only one who had accepted the offer.
And now here she was, in an alley, bleeding from a bullet in her side wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this one. Reluctantly, she pulled out her phone, her fingers shaking so bad she had to go back several times to erase numbers as she dialed. It rang twice, and she wasn't even sure if she still had the right number. But she tried anyway.
"Alexei. J'ai besoin d'aide."
*translated from French
Secret Word:
HOLA!
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