Kamilla Rumlow-Schmidt: Red Skull

Full Name:
Kamilla Engel Rumlow-Schmidt
Codename:
Red Skull
Aliases/Nicknames:
Angel (ironically enough), Kam, Kammi, Mila, Millie, Red, Sin, Miss Nazi, Princess Skull, Snake Charmer, The Final Solution, Nikklaus Regurk (least often used; only used when being a guy is absolutely necessary), Synthea Schmidt, Erika Heimsalder, Angelica Laurie, Sharon Rogers, Beatrix Amsel, Anzhela Nizhniy, Elise Jumeaux, Melyxa Rumlow (As you can see, she keeps good track of a lot of the aliases she uses for her dealings with people of many different places. This is but a few of her aliases, of the persona's she has made herself to get by in personal missions or the like.)
Birthplace:
Braunau An Inn, Austria
Hometown/Base of operations:
Secret base hidden in the Black Forests of Germany/Mobile
Species:
Mutate
Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty Five (Born April Twentieth)
Alignment:
Villain
Affiliation:
Supreme HYRDA (She also does lead her own small personal gang, her own version of the Serpent Squad, with only three elite members and then her brother. Codenames King Cobra, Rattlesnake, Viper, and Diamondback.)

PHYSICAL

Height:
Five foot Ten inches
Weight:
One Hundred Twenty Seven Pounds
Hair Color/style:
Naturally brunette but dyed. Appears to be Medium Length Red Hair.
Eye Color:
Di-chromatic Eyes: Left eye pale brown, Right eye crystal blue. Though she is often having to wear varying coloured contacts to change the way her eyes look.
Anything Else:
A swastika tattoo over her heart is the only ink that taints her skin. However, she has many scars on her that she mostly received during training and preparation in her childhood. She also has freckles across her nose and cheekbones, much like her mother did. These blemishes are easily covered up with a little bit of makeup here and there.

Equipment and Weapons:
Multiple Firearms: Generally any form of a gun that she can get her hand on she is likely to use. She has training in not only the use of but also the assembly and care for a fair number of weapons both military and non-military issued. She only really owns two sets of guns herself. Firstly are her .9mm twin, police regulated Glock 17's, each with their own personalized grips. The other set are a pair of .9mm twin magnum revolvers, also with their own personalized grips to make them perfect for her hands. While those are the ones she owns, she generally only one set on her at a time, needing room for spare bullets and clips as well as her crossbow that she got from her father. If she thinks she has need for more ammunition or artillery, she is known to take from her comrades, not often caring for their safety without the weapon. It's because of this that those she commands over have started bringing an extra handgun in case she steals theirs.

Collapsible Crossbow and Bolts: There is never a reason to not be prepared in battle and if there was one thing that her parents taught her, that would definitely be up there. Always be prepared for the worst. And being that sometimes, a gun just doesn't cut, her father's old crossbow works just as well. Much better for attacks that need a bit more silence and stealth to them, she knows that she can always trust her collapsible crossbow to get the job done. Generally, she uses two different kinds of bolts: regular bolts and poisoned ones. The poisoned ones usually don't have any sort of hard core poisons on them, nothing that she's aware of that are deadly. They're more so used to test out different poisons in certain increment in hopes of inflicting some sort of delusional state upon her enemies that she hasn't killed. Because, what better distraction is there than one of your own men talking nonsense and trying to bring you harm?

Various Explosives: Big ol' firework shows are always the best, aren't they? What? C4 isn't considered a firework? That's crazy talk. Being the child of terrorists, sometimes are necessary and oh how she loves the smaller ones. Because, while they might not be as big, sometimes, the smaller ones can pack a much bigger punch. Besides, size doesn't matter, not when you know how to make them correctly. Though, when it comes to explosives, she tends to leave them mostly to Caspar, only borrowing them every so often when she feels she needs to.

Old SHIELD Uniform: Something she found one day while rummaging through her mothers old things, it is literally one of the uniforms that SHIELD agents used to wear in her mother's time and, being about the same size as her mother, it was also a perfect fit for Kammi (albeit it had needed to be lengthened just a little). While she doesn't have much use for it, she likes to have it on display in her Base in the Black Forests, waiting for the time in which it could be useful. And, let's face it, there is definitely going to be a time when it might be useful, what with SHIELD's return onto the playing field.

Red Skull Mask: A simple mask that was created to look just like her grandfather's head, it fits perfectly over her own and clings to it, allowing for the mouth piece to move as she speaks. Generally, she uses some form of red make up around her eyes to keep it from looking odd when she blinks. The mask serves no real purpose other than to show that she is, in fact, the Red Skull. Usually used during larger gatherings when she is giving out important information or just trying to put on a show for her people, it's also very useful in keeping her identity a secret. The only thing about it that isn't completely normal is the vocal changer in it that allows her to change the settings on it in order to give her voice a different sort of timbre in hopes of keeping it untraceable.

 Modified Sin Outfit: What had once been a simple fashion choice of the late Synthea Schmidt is now a more efficient, somewhat hi-tech outfit that helps to keep her on the top of her game and, even without powers, allow her to battle with the best of them. Reinforced with both Kevlar and special microfibers, these two in combination help to take in and absorb the brunt of a blow as well as stop a bullet from piercing into her skin, keeping her from breaking ribs too easily and dying from what could be considered a killing blow. On the downside, this material doesn't cover all of her body and leaves her shoulders, neck, and head extremely vulnerable. The costume has a body regulation system that checks many aspects of the wearer such as heart rate, body temperature, as well as be able to isolate where serious injures may have been received during battle. If the costume is covering one such injury, the microfibers will actually condense in order to create a cast-like barrier around the injury to keep it from getting any worse until she can make it to a place where she can check and properly bandage her own wounds. If her heart rate or other vital stats are starting to elevate into what could be considered highly dangerous range, she will be alerted through the means of high frequency waves that she can hear emitted through the choker worn around her throat. As for her body temperature, the costume can help keep her warm, adjusting it's temperature to try and counteract the temperatures around her. This aspect, however, is still in its beta testing phase and doesn't always work as planned. While this costume has many features that can help her, it has not yet been perfected and is highly susceptible high levels of electric currents. However, while susceptible to electricity, the suit has been modified in a way to be resistant to fire and heat, something that has been recently added to accommodate her recently activated genes. The costume also has many other features as well as parts to it which shall be listed below:

GPS and Alarm Choker: Synthea Schmidt used to wear a black choker around her neck with her outfit. What the purpose of this choker had originally been is pretty much this: there was no purpose. It was something that was worn simply to be an added accessory, to add to the look. If there had even been any other purpose behind it, it was a secret that was buried six feet under with her. Kamilla didn't like the idea of it being a simple accessory, though. No, it needed to be something more. So she technolized it. What had once been a silly piece of fabric that rested around her throat was now both an alarm system and a tracking device. The alarm system works by a simple frequency pattern. The choker itself seems to be electromagnetically connected to the rest of the costume, inaudible waves informing the choker of the data that the microfibers store. When certain vitals get into dangerous levels, the choker lets out a high-frequency sound wave of the highest calibre that Kamilla can still hear to let her know she needs to either stop what she is doing or find safety. It also has an acute sensory system that can pick up on the surrounding waves that certain devices might put off, such as bombs and the like and uses a slightly lower sound wave frequency to alert her to these. The sensory system, like so many other aspects of the costume, is still in its beta testing stage and can easily be overloaded with other frequency waves to the point in which it can short out. And if it shorts out, her alarm system is worthless. The GPS system aspect of the choker is only activated in time of dire need by isomorphic control via touch or a code phrase that is not usually used in general conversation if restraints prohibit the touch. It also has vocal recognition, able to identify her voice and only activate on her command. The GPS system is generally activated when she is either facing capture or has already been captured as a way to alert the Serpent Squad as well as her 'higher ups' so to speak. If confirmation of an escape has not been given within a week of the initial signal being put out, this usually results in a team being sent out to help aid in escape. The code phrase to activate the GPS is "Wess' brot ich ess', dess' lied ich sing", which translates to "Whose bread I eat is whose song I sing".

Holographic Image Inducer: Something that she got when her mother passed and Johann had turned Kammi into his own, personal Sin, it was something that her mother had once used for things such as breaking into a SHIELD containment facility in order to rescue her beloved Brock. The Holographic Image Inducer is able to reflect a set appearance upon it's user using a form of Holographic Imaging that keeps them looking like exactly who they want with very little flaws. It's great for disguising herself when she needs it. However, she usually only uses it when she wears her costume and is located on the belt area. Being that it is somewhat older, though, and one of the few things she has yet to actually mess with, it doesn't often work for very long bursts. By the time of activation, it only works for, at most forty three minute before it falters and dies, needing to be rebooted and recharged, something that can take quite a bit of time, several hours even. But it's a wait she doesn't mind. She doesn't need some device to disguise herself, she knows how to do that all on her own.

Modified Gauntlets: One of her father's old gauntlets, she had incorporated it into her new costume as a way to honor his memory. They had been modified to fit her much skinnier wrists and go up to almost her elbow. A bit bulky, they are made of a thick, top-grade titanium alloy to allow for not just a lighter weight, but a bit of resistance when used to block attacks. They are often being fixed, however, as nothing can ever be perfect and have two quite interesting features to them:

Spring-loaded Stiletto Blades: There is a trigger in the palms of her hands connected to the gauntlets that makes the stiletto blades pop out. These blades are quite thin though don't exactly break as easily as one might think. They are great for faster paced attacks and especially jabbing, easily able to slide between ribs and other bones so long as the stab is precise. They are not unbreakable, though, and, once snapped, are practically useless until she can get back to fix them.

Communication Device: An old communication device that had been originally installed by who she assumes was her father, it acts almost like an encrypted radio signal, connected back several different channels. The ones that she actually uses are the ones connected back to her personal base, to Caspar, to her HYDRA base, and to her Serpent Squad. Plus the open radio channel for when she needs to talk to multiple people at once. Rarely one, though, as to not be traced or tracked, it's something she never thought to take out of the gauntlets because, honestly, it of more use than harm.

Special Throwing Daggers: The bodice part of her costume has sheathes for up to six throwing daggers specially made for the costume. They are thin and lightweight, meant to barely be noticed when wearing the costume. She has fun every once in a while dipping them in different poisons but, in honesty, she believes that they lose a bit of their integrity when she does that so it is only on rare occasions that she does.

Winterized 'Double': Her costume, being something that, while can help keep her heat balanced, doesn't quite cover as much as she would like, doubled with the fact that she cannot quite function well in the cold what so ever due to her powers, she needed to create a version of her costume that kept her heat in as a way to help with her abilities. This 'double' isn't really much of a double, though. No, more so, it is just a specially made jacket, created similarly to the rest of her costume, in order to keep her body temperature at a constant and cozy one hundred degrees.

Powers:
PASSIVE
Minor Accelerated Healing Factor: This factor is, as stated, only minor. So it doesn't quite work to the same extents as the usually healing factor does. For it, it quickly heals wounds such as cuts and bruises within a day at the very most, so long as they aren't too terribly severe. Breaks and fractures take a bit more time. Even some of her organs can be reconstructed so long as the damage to them isn't too severe. However, if she loses a limb or an organ is torn out of her, then that is that. There is no re-growing it or fixing wounds like that. And, while she has never lost a limb before, she isn't sure if reattaching the limb within a certain time limit would even work. However, something rather interesting about her healing factor is that, in the right amounts of heat or by using some form of her thermo-energetic transference, she can heal her wounds much, much faster than usual. Still, even with that, severe injuries such as the lost of limbs and parts cannot be easily fix and, while she might be able to endure small amounts of deadly force, there is a point in which she breaks, literally, and there is no returning from that. Alive, at least.

Resistance to Poisons: Because of her healing factor, her immune system is much stronger than most people's. This has presented itself in a way that she has become resistant to most poisons. That isn't to say that they cannot effect her at all. Of course, in high doses or concentrations than they are usually given, she will start feeling the effects of these poisons. It's more so that she can withstand them, as if immune to them.

Heat and Fire Resistance: Being that her power is heat based, she had quickly learned that heat doesn't bother her and even fire touching her skin has no real effect. She doesn't sweat like people are supposed to, her body storing the heat energy to be used later (generally in backlash to a heightened emotional state). However, with being resistant to heat and with fire not burning her, there is a catch. That catch being that, the more thermal energy she takes in, the more violent her combustions can become, being more deadly to her than those around her.

ACTIVE
Thermokinesis: Thermokinesis isn't quite the same as pyrokinesis. While it still deals with heat and even fire, it works on a somewhat different level. In short, it is the ability to control and manipulate thermal energies. Though, in Kamilla's case, it is seemingly linked more so to the heat aspect of thermal energies. She sucks them up and stores them in her body like a sponge takes in water. Everything about her physiology is different, made to be able to take in and endure extreme heats. Right down to the molecular make up of her blood, she is like a living, ticking bomb at times. The plasmas in her blood are different to allow the soaking up of heat energies without boiling over, her organs being the same way. She isn't sure how it works and is currently doing tests on herself with the help of others to figure it out.

Spontaneous Thermo-energetic Combustion: One of the first things she had learned about her powers, unfortunately, was the 'combustion' aspect of it. However, it's not really so much as she combusts as it is that the Thermal energy stored up in her cells releases itself through her skin in a burst of visible red energy within a four to seven foot radius of her body, depending on the amount of energy that is stored up. The 'blast zone' tends to have a sort of fiery after effect to it. People caught within it tend to be shoved backwards with a high velocity force and even find that parts of their clothing and hair to be singed or even starting to burn, depending on how close they are to the blast. However, when this energy is expelled, it has quite the effect on Kamilla herself. Generally, it rips through her clothes, leaving her naked. Furthermore, the energy that is used with it tends to leave her either weak or unconscious, unable to do much on her own for at least an hour or so. The blast zone is generally effect as well with a circle of fire slowly burning away and the inside of the circle a black, charred mess. This power is, at this moment, highly unstable and very much linked to her emotional stance.

Thermo-energetic Transference: The ability to transfer energy, generally changing the heat energy from someone or thing else to cold energy and sucking the heat up. This power is used as a way to keep her body temperature up most times, especially when her temperature is dropping into dangerously low regions. The transfer is done tactilely, meaning that there needs to be some form of contact with her skin to whatever the object or person she is transferring from is. However, this power doesn't necessarily need to be used like this. Being that it is the transference of any sort of thermal energy, in times that she needs to, she can also use it to shift some of her own heat energy and transfer it into someone else, as a way to heat them up. She cannot use this to set someone on fire, but it can have the effect of a fever to someone, to the point in which their brain can boil over. However, doing this, at this time, is extremely difficult and, usually, before she even gets to the point in which she can boil someone else, she passes out, rendered unconscious due to using more energy than she actually has available to herself.

Thermal Body Control: This is something she has but she doesn't know how to do, so, in essence, it is dormant at the moment. When she learns how to control her powers more, though, this will be a possibility. It's quite simple, really. She'll be able to shift her own body temperature using the thermal energies stored in her cells as a way to make her body give off heat signatures either far lower or higher than they might really be. This will be very useful in evading heat sensors. But until she learns how to use it, it's something that she will remain blissfully ignorant of.

Pyrokinetic Sublet: Being that fire is made up of high amounts of thermal heat energies, it is actually possible for her to transfer the thermal energies within her into a 'corporeal' form, that form being fire. However, she doesn't actually know this yet and doesn't know how to use it. What she knows is that fire doesn't effect her. More likely much later than sooner, she will start experimenting with this. She won't be able to generate much fire on her own, as she will need a small bit to start it. It'll be after she has some in her hands, most likely taken from a lighter or candle, that she'll be able to manipulate it from there. And only in short bursts. This will take up vast amounts of her own personal stores of thermal energy and, once those are depleted, she'll be rendered unconscious.

Skills:
Expert Manipulator: Manipulation can be key when someone is in a leadership role. Being able to use your words, twisting them and turning them into something beautiful that makes someone else believe in you, in your cause, without ever really knowing what they are 'signing up for' can be especially useful. This is something that Kamilla has worked on ever since she was little. She had always been the manipulative type, making damn sure that she would, in one way or another, get what she wanted. Manipulation isn't so hard, not when you practice it so much, not when you spend so much time working on the art of it. 

Master of Persuasion: Something that can easily go under manipulation, Kammi strongly believes that manipulation and persuasion go hand in hand. Being able to be good with your words in order to convince an opponent or a possible ally that you are trying to do what is best or simply bring them over to your point of view is a powerful asset that some people work on all their lives to try and obtain without ever being able to reach such a goal. In Kammi's case, however, it came about as easily as the art of manipulation did. She is often using her charms as a means to help with persuading others but sometimes, her own mental instabilities can get in the way of gaining the results she would prefer, leading to things going in a direction that probably isn't for the best.

Expert Liar: A skill that is only heightened by her ability to charm snakes and properly meditate, lying is an art. An art like anything else and it is something that she needs to be able to do to get the results that she likes. Another thing she likes to think goes along with manipulation and persuasion, she is able to lie with great ease. And not just that, she's also rather skilled at getting people to buy into her lies, no matter how ridiculous they might sound. She possesses such a confidence and vindication that people tend not to argue a point she makes, more often than not actually believing what she says. It also seems to help that she is able to control the speed of her heartbeat with breathing exercises and the like to keep it calm even when she lies, liking to use that to her advantage when she does have to take a polygraph. Nothing's better than being able to fool the lie detector.

Intimidation: When properly dealing with the art of manipulation and persuasion, they mean nothing without the proper intimidation skills. One can persuade with ease, but keeping people in line, keeping them the way she wants them to be, only through the use of intimidation can she succeed, or so she believes. She relies heavily on this skill when keeping her personal 'employees' in line. With the skills and techniques (as well as the grim realisation by most of her people that she's not afraid to kill or track them down), she has learned that intimidating them is always the best way to go. While she might not look the scariest, her skills with a blade and her words certainly make up for it.

Expert with Firearms/Marksmanship: Being raised and trained by her mother and father from a young age, marksmanship was something that was a must for her. She had started off with 'simpler' things, such as the crossbow and daggers. Things that didn't have much of a kickback to them. She was getting close to twelve or so when the guns came into the picture. From live moving targets to the ones that you see in shooting ranges, her parents worked her until her aim was impeccable. However, that doesn't mean it's perfect. After all, no one is perfect and even she messes up. She just doesn't like admitting to it.

Adaptive in Combat: Her father had always taught her to be adaptive in combat. To be able to use your surroundings and whatever weapons you can get your hands on to your advantage. She has been doing this since her training practically began, though she still hasn't gotten a complete hold of it. She is good at adapting to the environment but, sometimes, adapting to the weaponry around her is harder. She likes using certain things and it can be hard to break away from her usual weapons. However, she does have quite a knack from using pipes and small blades that she can find around her when needed.

Hand to Hand Combat: Kamilla's fighting style isn't exactly just one set style. So saying she's got a mastery in anything like ninjitsu or tae kwon do would be a lie. In reality, her fighting style, loosely based on her parents, is more so her own creation. It uses many of her own personal skills, relying on her experience with parkour, the use of her surroundings, and, more than anything, street fighting and 'dirty boxing' techniques. Of course, it wouldn't be good if it didn't mix something that was well known into it. Being as she likes to try and be unique, though, she integrates aspects of MMA, or Mixed Martial Arts, into her combat. And all without the use of a single weapon.

Excellent Tactician: Being that she is in charge of quite an extensive operation, being a tactician is somewhat a necessity. She has so many people under her belt and, while sometimes she can shove it off onto one of her elites, nothing beats making a good plan all her own. She's highly intelligent, though often over thinks things. Even still, she is great at making plans that encompass many different possibilities and outcomes and executing them is about just as easy as creating them.

Leadership Skills: With tactics also comes leadership and though she might not always be the nicest or civil of leaders, the skills are definitely there. She is strong, intelligent, and quick on her feet and, above all, someone that her people seemingly look up to. They believe in her, thinking that she will be the one to be able to break down the barriers and bring the Fourth Reich into existence and control. And, for the most part, she believes that too. People tend to follow her, for better or for worse, and the ones that doubt her soon learn of their mistakes in doing so.

High Pain Tolerance: Kamilla was raised by Synthea Schmidt and Brock Rumlow, and her eldest brother wasn't exactly one to pull his punches, not to mention her best friend is something akin to a tiger in some of her aspects. So, saying that Kamilla lived a violence free life would be a lie. Just like saying she was never abused would be too. Being that her parents were firm believers in the use of violence and pain to influence their children to be the way they wanted them to be, she was beaten quite a bit when growing up whenever she messed up. And, because of this, she had to quickly develop a high tolerance to pain.

Minimum Medical Knowledge: Her knowledge isn't anywhere near extensive or overly useful in most situations, but she knows enough to treat her own wounds and keep them maintained until she can get to safety. Because, while she may have a minor healing factor, the more severe a wound, the longer it'll still take to heal. In reality, she has what could be probably classified as 'Survival Medical Training'. Really, all that means to her, though, is she knows enough to keep herself alive and that's all she cares to know.

Peak Physical Condition: Being that she had started her training at a very young age, she was pretty much raised to be at her peak levels. Her parents wanted her to be as strong, fast, and durable as absolutely possible. And they would not be lenient in making sure she ended up that way. And while she doesn't have a muscular appearance, her lean muscles make her much stronger than she appears. She can lift up to six hundred pounds, when exerting herself. She can run at approximately twenty three miles per hour for small periods of time, the longest generally being less than an hour and that's if she's pushing herself to her very limits. Her reflexes have been honed to be quick, able to dodge incoming thrown objects and certain attacks though her agility isn't always up to par (leading her to just try and train all the more to be the very best that she can be). She's extremely flexible, reaching what could probably be considered human peaks for that as well, though really, she's just double jointed. Of course, while she might be at her peaks, she also tends to forget her limits and over exerts herself in all of these categories, leaving her to injure herself or render herself unconscious.

A Mastery in the use of Accents: While some might argue with me that this isn't a talent, I would strongly beg to differ. Being able to change ones voice with different accents and the like is extremely difficult. But Kamilla makes it look easy. She simply needs to hear an accent for little bit to start picking it up, almost mimicking it, as if were. This mastery in the use of accents has also made it very easy for her to change her voice, even to the point in which she can deepen it slightly to come off more masculine than feminine. But, of course, she rarely does that. And it certainly does hurt the throat when she does.

Excellent Actress: Accent and disguises are one thing, but they mean nothing if you can't act. And oh how she can act. Acting, in essence, is just an elaborate version of lying (or at least that's how she looks at it). And thinking about it like that has made it all that much easier for her. While she sometimes has trouble with certain identities, she tries her best and, in some ways, is still learning. But one is always learning, really, when it comes to the field of acting. It's something that must be ever changed, she believes, and it is something she is sure she will be learning for a good bit of her life.

Multilingual: She can speak, read, write, and completely understand German, French, Russian, Spanish, English, and Latin and she is constantly trying to expand this list by learning more and more.

Occult Knowledge: One cannot expect a Nazi to not have some form of knowledge in the Occult. While she can do very little with this knowledge, it is something that fascinate her and that she tries looking into as much as she possibly can. Because who knows when one will find an item of the occult that can be deemed useful in what she is looking to achieve.

Technological Aptitude: Having been taught about science and technology more so by her 'uncle' Zola than anyone else, she has quite a gift in it. From analyzing to creating, she has an understanding in most of the fields that are presented with technology. All but hacking, but that is something she can learn as she gets grows. Besides, she has others for that. Her technological aptitude is more so used in her use of creating and modifying technology to be more useful to her. Of course, she also has the help of a team of scientific geniuses, but that's anther story entirely.

Chemical Knowledge: Just because someone has a knowledge in something does not mean that they are an expert in it. Where chemicals are concerned, it's more so a basic understanding due to an interest in it. She doesn't often work with them herself, though, leaving that to her scientists. She is, however, often known to watch experiments from the sidelines and takes notes on how different chemicals have different effects. And, eventually, when she has the time, she probably will start trying to integrate her own support and help into such experiments.

Knowledge of Various Poisons and Antidotes: Poisons and Antidotes are a subset of chemicals in some peoples eyes, especially in those of Kamilla. Her knowledge of them, a little more than just general, comes from her friend, Verena, who is somewhat of an expert with them. Kammi likes to learn as much about them as she can due to their usefulness in many different scenarios, though she is no where near being an expert yet.

Stealth: Being able to sneak around is sometimes a necessity, especially when you are meant to be someone elses 'perfect little soldier'. And, when Kammi was under the SIN Program, that was exactly what she was. Stealth, however, is something that carried over from her programming and includes two major subsets:

Skilled Infiltrator: Taught to be able to get into any building, she knows her way around a lock and a security system in order to infiltrate when needed. She also understands the use of a good disguise when doing these things. She often learns the layout of a building first, knowing that it's key when infiltrating. On top of that, she also tends to get an understanding in who operates the area and other such things that are needed in order to be successful.

Escapology: With breaking it, though, also comes breaking out. Escapology is key and she has taught herself may different ways to get out of any given situation without outside assistance. From knowing the people around you to the things you make sure are hidden on your being to the usefulness in breaking or dislocating certain parts of you to get out, she is constantly 'evolving' her escape tactics to be the best she can be.

Parkour Extraordinaire: Parkour, also known as free running, is something that she picked up more so as a hobby and as a training tactic than anything else. And she is very good at it. It helps keep herself in shape as well as use her surroundings to her advantage. Not to mention, it's just plain fun.

Snake Charming: Though not necessarily something that can be considered useful to the terrorist, as a means of relaxation when she was younger, she learned how to play a flute in order to help her do what most call 'Snake Charming'. Her mother thought it suited her daughter well, considering that someday may run her own little 'Serpent Squad' or even better, HYDRA. Though Kammi may not necessarily be someone who should be trusted with animals and pets, snakes have never really been much of a problem for her. Then again, she just learns to charm them, not how to really take care of them.

Meditative Skills: With snake charming comes meditation. Sometimes harder than it looks, though, she has been working on meditating for quite sometime and yet still hasn't quite gotten her handle on it yet. Still, it helps with her breathing, heart control, and other such things that are key to what she does. Plus, it's an amazing way to relax yourself before and after a big mission.

Skilled in Information Extraction: Extracting information from people can be a long and tedious process, especially if you don't know how to do it. Where Kamilla is concerned, though, she was taught by one of the best. Her father had been amazing at almost all of the aspects of Information Extraction and took great joy in causing someone else pain to get what he wanted. It was these tactics that actually helped his wife to remember who she was, once upon a time. And these were skills he had happily taught his daughter, if only because he loved showing her on both herself and other targets. Extracting information can come in many forms, though the simplest, the ones that she has an understanding in, are as follows:

Torture: Using torture tactics is usually the first thing to try. And boy does Kamilla love using them. From physical, psychological, and emotional torture, it takes time to perfectly torture your victim. Time, patience, and an admiration for seeing others in pain certainly helps. A perfect understanding of your victim is key, though because, without it, the victim might never break.

Brainwashing: This can be done with the use of techniques such as waterboarding, torture, and other such things as well as even a little technological help. Doing it takes quite a bit of time and energy and, to be honest, she is still learning a bit in it herself, though it is something that she has to continue to teach herself since her father is no longer with her. If done correctly, though, getting the information you need from someone is easy as pie.

Skilled Pilot: One of the last things that her father taught her before he died, and something that was continued when her brother took over control of her, so to speak, she is excellent in maneuvering a jet or helicopter. She is known to steal them and fly herself places she needs to go.

Weaknesses:
1.) I'm not the crazy one here, you are - As anyone could suspect, being a complete sociopath isn't exactly something that would be considered a strong suit. It brings about a number of things with it. Like a lack of understanding on an emotional level as well as something of a blindness in certain aspects that most normal human beings would think incredibly important. In a sense, she is insane. Then again, that is what calling someone a sociopath would indicate. She's cracked, broken, not all there. She never was and she probably never will be. Her mind is clouded with the fantasies that her family had instilled in her. There was never any real assurance that she could ever possibly lead the Fourth Reich into a whole new world, it was just a dream. But one she can't believe can't be true. It's an obsession, an insane obsession and a weakness. And if only she could see it as such, maybe she'd be a little better off.

2.) Humanity is overrated - Albeit, she isn't like most humans, she isn't much more special than any of them either. After all, she's only a mutate, only had the powers that she was given because of her parents experimentation on her and even still, at this moment, those powers are unknown to her. Like any other human, she can easily be killed by any normal means. From poisons to loss of blood to simply removing things that are deemed vital to sustaining life. She is a human, she is not immortal, she is not indestructible. Just don't think that she'll go down without a fight, though. And don't expect her to stay down. After all, the Red Skull has always been known for his or her ability to spring back.

3.) Zeig Heil - Hubris is never something that ends well for people and can be quite easily considered a deadly weakness. Becoming too prideful in her cause and in herself can lead to someone being able to take advantage of some part of her plan, being able to see what she might do before she does it and, in doing so, take her down before she even knows it's coming. On another hand, being too prideful can simply lead to forgetting to check something in a plan and lead to some sort of mistakes. It isn't often that Kamilla makes a mistake (and even when she does, she easily finds someone else to pin the blame on and then take care of the problem) but when she does, it is usually because of her pride and overconfidence.

4.) You can't change the past - Kammi is haunted by vision in her head, visions placed there by the one part of her that isn't completely sure that she was meant for this. That small bit of doubt that was placed there thanks to her late, despicable brother Johann's installation of the Sin Program. She doesn't feel any sort of sorrow or remorse for what she had done, actually quite giddy at times about the terror that she caused. Some could call her a sadist, they would be right. But still, she sees these images, usually flashbacks. Some are good, about the times when she was little and happy with her parents. And some are not so good, about waking up to find Johann killing her mother, father having already been dead for what could have been anywhere from minutes to hours. Sometimes they are visions of what had been done while she was Sin. And sometimes, there are of what she fears could be in the future, what could happen despite what she believes should happen. And sometimes, these visions cripple her, leaving her with much to think about and so little time to push it away.

5.) Who is Kamilla? - A part of her personality that was artificially created, very similar to what SHIELD had once done to Synthea Schmidt or what the Russians had done to James 'Bucky' Barnes once upon a time. Sin was created as a means for her older brother to have a willing second hand, someone deadly yet completely loyal, despite a young age. She was someone who was constantly trained, constantly kept in check, though not as constantly watched. Though she still had a little bit of herself left, she was mostly a living doll, a machine to be played with and taken advantage of. It had taken a lot to break free from it the first time but it had been down and now it was something that is locked deep within her mind. But she knows it is still there, knows that if someone could figure out how, they would have their very own Sin machine. Were it to be activated, she would be finished, until such a time that she could break free again.

6.) These uncontrolled chaos inside - Her powers are very much something to be called an uncontrolled chaos, mostly because, as they have only recently manifested, they are pretty much more emotionally based. They are a chaos for Kamilla more than anyone else. Her powers do more harm than help for her. Like anyone with powers, she isn't exactly able to control them with ease and perfection right away. It would be impossible. The powers that she has take time, energy, and concentration to use. Exceeding the amount of energy her body can consume without harm does more than just hurt her. It can leave her knocked out cold or, even worse, if consumed on too high of a level, it could even kill her. While this may be true, I do not see her trying to exceed more than she needs to and will not likely kill herself simply because she wants to use her powers to their fullest. She is not stupid nor is she that kind of crazy. She would very much believe that she does not need her powers to rule. That they will just be useful tools at her disposal that, someday, she will control. And when that day comes, gods help them all.  She is working on them, however, when she has the time, and slowly but surely, she's getting a hang of... some parts of them.

7.) Why must you idiots insist on making me angry? - It is not uncommon for anger to be uncontrollable within the Schmidt family. It could actually quite easily be said that, in a way, they had always been controlled by their anger, by their rage. And it is what gives them power. Like so many in her family, Kamilla doesn't quite have any good control over her anger. She can have violent mood swings and slipping into an unannealed rage isn't uncommon. Though she really should learn to control these rage outbursts, it isn't as easy as it looks and they can be considered quite the weakness. Going into one of the 'episodes' usually has the effect of, in a way, blinding her to the world. A sort of tunnel vision temporarily develops and no one, not even herself, is safe.

8.) My friend, i will never hurt you - Kamilla isn't one to easily trust other people. She does not have emotions (or at least she ignores said emotions) and there had never really been a time she has considered anyone really a friend. Sure, she has allies, people to help her in her cause. But not one real friend. Except for Verena. She hates to admit that she has any sort of emotional attachment to the girl, despite the fact that they had grown up together. But, as much as she cannot physically bring herself to say it, Verena is a weakness. She would not dare show this weakness to anyone else. After all, in her twisted little mind, she believes if she shows attention to someone in a way more than just someone that is below her, she shows emotion. If she shows emotion, then she shows weakness to other people. And if that weakness is seen, if that weakness is known, she isn't very well able to properly lead. She cannot let emotions and weakness get in the way of her goal. So she hides how she feels towards Verena to keep people from making a connection. Though she knows, deep down, if anything happened to her childhood friend, she would crack even more and she would avenge her, no matter the cost.

9.) Only I'm allowed to kill my little brother - Her little brother, the only real living family she knows, is something of a weakness to her as well. Not so much as Verena, though there is something of an understanding inside of her that she knows, were anyone or thing to try and bring harm to her little brother that wasn't her, she'd do anything she could to bring that person down in the most painful of ways. Ever since she was a little girl, she had always seen something in him, something worth protecting only because it could be something worth using. And somewhere, deep in her twisted little heart, she does have some form of affection for him. Which is why she knew that if she ever had to kill him herself, and she most certainly would if she had to, it'd probably be the only death that she would truly regret and she knows that.

10.) Can someone please turn up the thermostat? - Ever since they put her through that experiment when she was thirteen, she's had an extreme intolerance to the cold, more so than what is probably normal for a person. Even the slightest changes in the temperature can have an effect on her, usually causing her to become rather annoyed with people far easier. The colder it starts to get, the weaker she actually starts to feel, though. It's for this reason in part that the heat regulation system was installed into her Sin costume and why she has a winterized version of the costume as well. Admittedly, she should probably stick with the winterized version, seeing as it covers much more of her body, but where's the sense of adventure in that? Her intolerance to the cold comes from her heat energy based powers, even though she doesn't actually know that just yet.

FAMILY:
Mother:
Synthea “Red Skull” Schmidt || Married to Brock, though never took his name || Deceased (Murdered by Johann) || Terrorist (before death) [Marvel Canon]
Father:
Brock “Crossbones” Rumlow || Married to Synthea || Deceased (Murdered by Johann) || Ex-Mercenary and Terrorist (before death) [Marvel Canon]
Siblings:
Johann “Red Skull” Rumlow-Schmidt || Older Brother (32 when he died, two years ago) || Deceased (Murdered by Kamilla) || Terrorist (before death) [OC]
Caspar “Crossbones” Rumlow-Schmidt || Younger Brother (21) || Alive || Thinks he's Kamilla's right hand (though really, just one of her closest supporters and helpers)/Serpant Squad Member/Terrorist [OC]
Verena “Königstiger” Hertz || Adoptive Sister (26) || Alive || Kamilla's best friend and elite guard, often the one she puts in charge when she has other things to do/Terrorist [OC]
Children:
She can't even take care of a pet, why do you think she would have children? If she had them, she shouldn't be trusted to raise them. Anything that could attempt to take power over her is, in her opinion, something that should be taken out with extreme prejudice before it has a chance to up rise.
Extended family:
Johann “Red Skull” Schmidt [Maternal Grandfather/Allegedly Deceased], Arnim Zola [Maternal 'Uncle'/Teacher]

THE REST

Personality:
A sociopath, a megalomaniac, a ruthless and coldblooded killer, an emotionless drone without pain and remorse. These are but a few of the terms that have been used when describing the dreaded Red Skull as she has become in what could be called her most recent incarnation. The legacy of the Red Skull is a long and tattered road, dating back well into the 1940's yet it is a legacy that continues to strive. Some say that the Red Skull never truly dies. After all, the Red Skull has died so many times and yet still he lives on. Whether or not the true Red Skull, Johann Schmidt, is even really dead is a mystery. One that isn't exactly the most important to dwell upon though.

Kamilla, as she is known by, was never normal. There had always been something wrong with that girls head, ever since she was little. Though I suppose that is to come of being the daughter of Synthea Schmidt and Brock Rumlow. While generally people are born sociopaths, the way it later develops and is depicted within the person is based somewhat on the way their life was lived and the decisions that have been made. For Kammi, it was a number of things that lead to her much more cracked personality.  Granted, the diagnosis was something that doctors believe she was, no doubt, born with. Living a life of constant learning and training to pretty much become a masterpiece of a human weapon was only the start. The very first kill, the first time she had someone elses blood on her hands, that was when it all started to feel right. She feels no remorse, no suffering for what she does. Almost as if she had no emotions. She likes to think she has none herself, having turned them off ages ago, but she knows that isn't quite true.

The one emotion that always finds a way through, one of the most dangerous ones, is her rage. She tends to have very violent mood swings, especially when concerning those that try to belittle her or try to make even the smallest of negative comments on her plans. Control over her anger isn't something that she was ever good at. Just the smallest of incidents could trigger her to fall into one of her 'episodes'. And usually, only violence and some form of bloodshed ensue from her anger. It can be hard keeping scientists and other such subordinates when their own can just as easily be killed for saying the wrong thing. It wouldn't really be a problem if people weren't such nescient fools.

An egoist at heart, a sense of arrogance and superiority clouding her mind. She is a girl who believes that pretty much every person on this planet is a lesser being to her. She is almighty, she is all-powerful, no creature big or small could stand up to the likes of her. And though she may lose a battle here or there, she will never lose the war. She is, in a few words, full of herself. But for what she believes is a good reason. After all, she is going to lead her people into a new era. The dawning of the Fourth Reich is just beyond the horizon, as is the dawning of the era of the Master Race. And who better to be the orchestrator of this new era than herself? It is what her family has always wanted, always dreamed of. And she was going to be the one to make it happen.

Kamilla is a very hands-on type of leader. She doesn't like always relying on other people to do jobs she knows she can do much better. She likes to disguise herself, likes to go undercover as it were in order to gain access or information that could be quite useful to her in her ultimate goal. Between costumes and accents, changing who she seems to be isn't as hard as one might think. Infiltration is a skill that she has perfected over the years. It is the only time she is known to take any sort of orders from someone else, no matter how gruelling it may seem to be to her.

Merciless and cold as she may be most of the time, there is also a small bit of fragility to Kamilla that few, if any, ever see. A side still haunted by visions and nightmares of the past and, sometimes, what her mind wants her to believe could be the future. A future that, of course, it cannot know for sure exists. While she has no true remorse for the things she's done, the people she's killed, there is still just a small fragment of her mind that isn't a monster. Just one small part, always reminding her of what she is. These visions dance in her head and, on occasion, they get to her, bringing out a part of her that no one shall ever see. They bring out weakness and weakness is something that she can never have.

There is but one other part of her, one that is locked deep inside. It's the part of her that her older brother had once gleefully dubbed Sin. The Sin Program is something she is far from being proud of having inside her head. A personality locked deep within that could change her from her high and mighty role as the Red Skull to something that is far below her, a lesser being she hates with all her heart. Sin is loyal to the one that unlocks her, making her a deadly asset if controlled right. And I do mean controlled. She is not her own person, not anymore. Simply a 'machine' awaiting orders. A part of her always knows that it isn't right, that she isn't meant to be this subordinate but it takes time to crack back through, to let herself out again. She dreams of being able to get that abomination that is apart of her mind destroyed someday. But, until she really finds the time or believes that it may be at risk of being abused once again, she leaves it there, waiting and lurking for someone to activate it.

History:
The life of Kamilla Engel Rumlow-Schmidt is a long, twisted road that is filled with violence, mayhem, death, and despair. Sounds exactly like one would expect from the grand-daughter of the real Red Skull and the daughter of not just one but two somewhat psychotic, terroristic parents. But, in all fairness, to understand her, you must first understand the terms of the birth of her eldest brother, Johann. You see, Johann, born a good eight years before Kamilla was, had been the apple of, well, his father's eye. Brock had always seemed to have some form of a deeper loyalty to Syn's father that she had never felt. And it had been his idea to name him Johann to begin with. Synthea harboured a strong hatred towards her father, though, and looking at Johann, she had always seemed to just supplement him with the same feelings of resentment her father before her always had for her. She believed that no man could ever uphold the proper name of the Red Skull. But she had obliged her husband in helping to train the boy just a bit. However, his mother's distaste for him would not go unnoticed. They would partly be the undoing of Brock and Synthea. As would the birth of their only daughter.

Skip to eight years after his birth, on the eve of what has become known as Hitler's birthday. Synthea had little regard for the life she had been carrying inside of her for months and she was damned if it was going to have stopped her from doing things such as go with her husband on little 'violent vacations' that would easily end with her covered in the blood of others, pushed down onto an old motel bed, a knife close by as she spent time with Brock. But on this eve, on their way home, the woman's water broke just outside the little town of Braunau An Inn, what had once been the home to the originator of the Reich's that Syn idolized and wanted to bring back up someday. The signs all seemed to add up. And the contractions had been far too painful (not even the kind of pain she liked) for her to want to attempt the trek across the border back into the Black Forest's that held her home. They stayed in Braunau An Inn, getting admitted into a hospital to properly give birth to their second child. Several hours later, the little Kamilla, born nearly a month later than she should have, was curled up in the arms of her mother, without so much as a peep leaving her lips.

It was love at first sight for Synthea. She had a daughter and everything about her daughter's birth seemed to fit some signs that weren't even there. Born April Twentieth, sharing the day with Hitler, born in his town, on their way home from what could easily be described as a blood bath. What most would consider to simply be all facts of her birth, Synthea saw them as more. She saw them as the universe telling her that this child, while she might not be the oldest, was the one who would bring glory back to the Schmidt name. Now some may wonder why would a woman ever be able to do such a thing? But in the eyes of Synthea, it was the men who had faulted it. Her father had always been so hostile to her, always said she had been worthless because she was a girl yet she believed the Red Skull had done more good when it had been her time to shine than it ever did in her father's time.

It was a few days later that they brought Kamilla home. One look at her from her older brother, Johann, and it had been clear that the two would be off on the war path most of their lives. Kamilla had never really understood her older brother's distaste for her as she started to grow up. But she didn't really care, either. They were rivals, that was what she knew. And everything he seemed to do, she was better at. And that had been something that had infuriated him when they were younger.

She had always been quick with most everything she did. She was walking at seven months, starting to speak at nine. A little baby genius. And almost immediately after she uttered her first words, her parents thought it was a good enough time to begin her schooling at the very least, starting with languages. They preferred home schooling and got the best they could to do so. Not so much because they wanted to, they just didn't really trust the socialistic school systems that they knew kids went to these days. Schooling was easy for her, and she learned rater quickly. She was barely getting to the age of two was when her mother started incorporating a bit of training into her daily learning regiment. They had never thought of the strain starting so young could be on a child, nor did they care. Their eldest was always acting out and they wanted to make sure that Kamilla didn't get the opportunity to be affected by their son's rogue-ish nature.

She was going on four years old where her youngest brother Caspar was born, but it wouldn't be for several months that she finally saw the baby's little face. He wasn't the strongest of children and the fact that Brock and Synthea allowed the boy to live was something of a surprise to many of the people who lived in the facility and worked under them. But when Kamilla finally did see him, him in all his weak little glory, she saw him for something more. She saw his potential. What he could become. And the weak had so much potential when science could be involved.

Kammi's training started to intensify when she was about four and half, going on five years old. They didn't quite understand that a child shouldn't be going through such a vigorous regimen but who were they to really care? They wanted to make sure that their little girl had every possible chance to learn all that she would need. She was to be their lovable little monster, the true terror within her was something they wanted to unlock. They could see it there, under the surface. It was in the way she looked at people, the way she acted as she walked through the halls. It was almost like she knew she was better than the rest, like she knew that she was the leader, or that she would be someday. That was all that mattered to her.

She had killed for the very first time when she was five years old. It was something of a life changing event for her, something that her parents had forced her in to. It had been a rather late night, one of those nights where she hadn't really been doing much sleeping, more so staring at the ceiling and thinking of nothing, when she heard a noise at her door. Sitting up straight, almost shooting out of her bed, she had reached for the small blade her mother constantly tucked under her pillow, but it was only her father. She remembered glaring daggers through her father, pretending she had been asleep, but he didn't give a damn in anyway. He just grabbed her arm and pulled the child from her bed, dragging her down the halls to what, to the outsider looking in, appeared to be a panic room of sorts. One of many that the hall held. He was rough with her, tossing her into the room without so much as a gentle word and locking the door. Inside, her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lights. And when they did, that's when she saw him. There was a bloodied up man chained to the wall.

Kammi was confused, staring forward at the man. After a few long moments of listening to the man plead with her, she heard her mother and father's voice boom through the room. They gave her a choice, said it was a part of the lesson. A life for a life. And whose life did they hold over her other than the young brother she wanted to protect. While her parents clearly showed displeasure in the girls fondness for the younger boy, they knew he was something that could be used to their advantage when they needed to. But they hadn't even needed to do such a thing. She would have listened to them, done anything that they wanted. She stared forward again after listening to her instructions and started to crawl across the floor, her hands searching from the blade they said was there. And when she found it, her fingers curling up around it, she felt a rush of something unfamiliar. Dark eyes had turned towards the man begging for her to spare him. But he was a deserter, he had been ready to give away secrets that could have endangered her home, her family. And she couldn't allow for that.

With the blade in hand, Kamilla had slowly stalked closer to the man. His words had fallen on deaf ears as she started to smile just a little. Just barely a child, she listened to each and every word her parents said over the speakers. Every cut they told her to make, she did. Every word they spoke, she repeated. Everything and anything that she had to do, she did. And when she had gotten him to tell her everything, she made the final... incision. Less than an inch of the blade went straight into his jugular, staying in there a moment as she allowed him any last words before pulling it out. She stayed in there the rest of the night, watching him as he bled out. And when his body was lifeless and limp, she curled up on the floor and fell asleep by his feet, soaked in his blood.

After that night, her training took a turn. It was more than just languages and fighting, now. More than her simple defences. What they saw when she had killed, the almost sick pleasure she had taken in it, they figured it was time to start getting into some more... darker aspects of what being a Rumlow or a Schmidt meant. And as the years went by and Caspar started to age, she started to help him in teaching him all she thought he'd need to know. From his studies to his actually training, she felt as though he was her responsibility. But she was okay with that. So long as he was there for her in the end. And he would always be there for her, that she knew. That she made sure of.

Kammi was about six or so when another member was added to their little family. Well, sort of. A little girl, around seven years of age, was found in a small cabin in the Black Forests. And when she was found, the thing was savage, almost like an animal. But it was a young animal, meaning it could be trained. So Synthea had given the order and the girl, who they would learn carried the name Verena Hertz, was brought to the facility and, in a way, adopted by Syn and Brock. Not because they wanted another child, though. No, they saw the weapon she could become and wanted that weapon trained for them.

Verena was often kept in confinement, far from their other children, but that didn't stop Kammi from finding her. When she had initially heard about the girl, she had showed interest. An interest that led her back to the little girl's cell almost every day and night to talk to her, get to know her, and teach her if she could. She actually quite liked the girl and she learned quickly that she had a taste for a different kind of meat than the type you could buy in a store. So, as a way to buy favour with her, she would lure unsuspecting guards and scientists back towards the cell and shove them in for her darling 'sister' to snack on. They became rather close from there, even if it was their little secret.

While Kamilla and Caspar got along great, Kamilla and Johann started to get into more and more arguments. Her older brother definitely wasn't too thrilled about having more than one younger sibling, especially since the female seemed to get more attention and better accommodations than he did. There was a clear favourite amongst them and he hated it. But he did seem to love it when Brock and Synthea pitted the two together in training sometimes, for Kamilla's benefit more so than Johann's. He didn't know what annoyed him more, though, the fact that he had to share his glory or the fact that his sister seemed to so often beat him during their training.

When Kamilla was eleven, she got to go on something that could be considered her first mission as well as her first 'vacation'. Synthea and Brock had left Caspar and Johann at their base, under the supervision of some of their more trusted subordinates. They would have left the girl, too, but Syn wanted her to see this, wanted her to know just what kind of power her family could have if she was trained correctly. This was what the name of the Red Skull would be able to mean, this was what it could accomplish. And Brock couldn't talk Syn out of bringing her.

The two had intel on a pair that they had oh so much affection for. James Buchanan Barnes and Natasha Romanoff were a couple they had had their fair share of interactions with. Both in and out of costume. They really didn't have much reason to do any of what they did. But hearing about where they were living, hearing of the twelve year old son they had, something inside of them thought that it was about time that they paid their 'old friends' a little visit. Send a message that they weren't as dead as some people might think. In Synthea's mind, she was just finishing the job she had started when she was Skadi. And in Brock's, well, he never really did need a reason to kill before. So off to New York they went, Kamilla in tow.

It was all planned out. Brock would take his shots from outside, cause a distraction from the outside, while Synthea went in to get the sample and take care of the pests. And Kamilla was to shadow her mother. Now, Kammi hadn't had much training with guns at this point, her parents having focused on knives until they thought she'd be able to handle the kick. So, though she was given gun and holster for this little mission, she held her knife closest. The mission wasn't until later that night, leaving them to do as they wished to get ready during the day. From make up to disguises, they wanted to make sure that no one knew except for the victims who had done it. Kammi didn't understand at the time. She still didn't understand, actually, but it wasn't for her to really understand. When they were ready and the cover of night finally set, that was when things turned.

Brock had always been the better shot, which was most of the reason as to why he was left outside to take his chance when he had it as well as keep anyone who wasn't meant to get in from going in while Synthea went did the inside job. What real reason did she need for doing this? None, really. Kammi was told to watch, to learn, and she did just that, hiding back in the shadows. Natasha had initially ran, a bundle in her arms that Kammi had just barely gotten a glimpse of. A boy, it seemed though she wasn't too sure. While the red-haired wonder was hiding whoever it was that was in her arms, her mother was fighting with Bucky. It was interesting, strange, though. The man she had heard so many things about, how he was so great, such a worthy adversary and a prize to kill, was no more than an extremely elderly man now. While he had seemingly done his best, his best wasn't enough. And when the moment had been right? BANG! A bullet was lodged between his eyes. It was then that Natasha had returned, to find her love dead on the floor. Syn hadn't given Natasha much of a chance to fight. No, she used her pistol to her advantage and the dead body as a distraction to get a few good hits in first. However, the fight didn't seem to be going in Synthea's favor near the end, and Syn almost found herself on the receiving end of a deadly attack. Until Kammi came out, screaming no. The little girl had been enough of a distraction for Natasha that Synthea was able to take her shot, right between the eyes. And soon, two bodies lay lifeless on the floor. Syn took a few vials of Natasha's blood, samples that she needed to try and recreate the Russian Super Soldier Serum while Kammi just watched, staring emotionlessly at the limp bodies. Brock had given Syn a warning and, without warning, Kammi was being scooped up and they were out of there. She hadn't registered it, though, too distracted by the sight. They had left via jet immediately after, leaving not a trace of who had done it behind. Kammi had sat on her mother's lap the entire time, though she say nothing. Nothing but Bucky and Natasha's corpses. She had wanted to ask about the boy, but had never gotten around to it.

Kammi can still see the pair, laying dead and cold on the floor, clear as day when she closes her eyes. She used to tell the story to Caspar when he couldn't sleep, sprucing it up every so often to make it seem more exciting, like they were the good guys, and that the victims were only getting what they had deserved. They didn't spend any more time in New York after Bucky and Natasha were killed. Brock stole a small plane and flew them home post-haste, his little girl sitting in her mother's lap with eyes staring off into the distance, seeing and reseeing the delightful mission.

When she was twelve, she got into her real first fight with Johann. At the time, Johann was twenty years old and he was serving under his parents, though he hated almost every second of it. He may not be as strong or skilled, but he was sure he had all the smarts and ego it would take to rule. He was always so jealous of the attention that Kammi got, what made her so special? She was a female, she didn't deserve the attention, let alone the right to bare the name of Schmidt. He definitely had the attitude that his grandfather had before him. The worthless woman, she was better off drowned in a river, where she could never belittle the good name of his family.

He hated her, hated them all. And he had a few people around the facility he could talk to. Of course, they didn't usually live long after he started venting to them, taking his pent up frustrations out on them which would often leave them to be, well, less than in a breathing condition. It was during one of those times that Kammi, having been off to go visit with her animalistic older sister, had been passing by Johann's room when she started to hear him speaking. He was talking in somewhat hushed tones, only ever pausing long enough for a soft scream or gasp to fill his room. And what he kept going on about started a fire inside of her veins. Kamilla was something of a mommy and daddy's girl, and any bad mouthing of them was simply not going to fly. For as long as she was able to take it, she listened to him go on about the pathetic nature of their parents, on how he could do so much better. And on about how, someday, he was going to end their pathetic, miserable lives to take back proper control of a name he deserved.

Having to listen to this, she couldn't seem to stand it. She kept hearing his words in her head and they just bothered her more and more. But instead of simply going to her parents with something they could probably care less about, she decided to do something about on her own. She waited for Johann to be alone before following him into a more secluded area. And, with her little frame, she pushed him with all her might against the wall, telling him just how things were going to go. There was going to be no more bad mouthing, no more talk of killing Synthea and Brock. But that didn't quite do much to deter the boy. No, rather, it started to piss him off. Words turned to violence and soon Kamilla and Johann were going at it like cats and dogs. She wasn't about to go easy on him, wasn't going to spare him any expense. He may be older, have a little more experience than her, but she had always been the better fighter, everyone knew that.

It was a fight that lasted maybe half an hour, and they hated that neither of them were really a winner in that fight. Caspar had come in, tried to intercept. And, though Kammi knew that her older brother deserved to get beaten within an inch of his pathetic, good for nothing life, she let him go, only to make sure that her little brother didn't get hurt. While she wasn't the clear winner, she had left him with enough bruises and broken bones to teach him for a little while not to talk about their parents like that. Of course, she didn't come out unscathed either. Who would have won, it's still quite a mystery. But had they gotten the chance, they would have kept going until one of them was on the floor and limp, the sparkle of life gone from their bodies.

Another year gone by and Kamilla was now thirteen. Two years after her little shadowing mission with her mother and father where they had killed Black Widow and the Winter Soldier but what for? Why go through so much trouble to kill a few people and steal their blood? It is a well known fact that Natasha had been given the Russian Super Soldier formula long ago and Synthea had known that. What she wanted was simple. With the blood in hand and the scientific team she had at her disposal, she was sure that they could decode the formula for them to use. Two years it took to get it to where it was now. The old German version of the formula that had been used in the creation of the Master Men didn't seem to have as high of a success rate as they would have wished. But with a formula derived from Natasha's blood? They might have a chance.

They thought they had done it, having used only one of the several vials of Natasha's blood to make it. The rest was stored where it wouldn't lose it's potency and lack what they needed from it. But they needed someone to test it on. Johann had wanted so desperately to be that person but his parents needed someone younger. Someone like his sister. And Kamilla was all too willing to be their little guinea pig. The point of the experiment had been to see if they had been successful in their new and improved Super Soldier serum. The process was extensive and excruciating but a part of her seemed to focus on the pain throughout it, deriving pleasure from every second of it. She remembered how much she screamed during it, though never crying. The pain seemed almost like a happy reminder of what this experiment could hold for her, how it could make her something stronger, better than she actually was.

But, in the end of it all, the experiment seemed to be something of a fail. Or at least that was how it would appear. She was no more the perfect German Super Soldier than her own brothers were at this time. They didn't quite understand why it didn't work. It infuriated her parents, but all Kammi cared was that this meant they knew it had to be tweaked. If they could isolate the problem, fixing it would be a cinch. What she didn't know, though, was just how well the experiment actually worked. The Super Soldier formula is thought to unlock the truest potential within someone. And, within Kamilla, the potential to be unlocked wasn't any old super strength or stamina. Her's was the x-gene that would have never activated without it. Her passive abilities, such as the resistance to fire as well as her healing factor started to make themselves known months after the experiment, but by that time, they were already off tweaking it to try and make it work that they never even thought that, maybe, it had already done it's job in Kammi to begin with.

A few more years went by in peace, Kammi's training intensifying every day. And with every passing day, she was seeming like she was going to be all that much closer to becoming the next perfect Red Skull. Even Brock was starting to have more faith in Kammi than he did in Johann. Maybe a woman would be just as good, if not better than any man who did the job. But as Johann started to see this, he knew that he had to do something. Because if he didn't soon, he'd lose everything that he ever wanted. Kamilla was sixteen when she lost her parents.

At twenty five years of age, Johann realised he needed to either kill or be killed and he wasn't too thrilled about the idea of the latter. So he did what he knew he had to. Because it was abundantly clear that he was never going to become the Red Skull if he didn't use force. He went into their room in the middle of the night and slight their throats, they never saw it coming. No one did. No one but his siblings. The original plan had been to kill his siblings as well. Until he remembered something about his dear departed mother. SHIELD once had a protocol that could be used to reprogram people. It was what they did to reprogram Synthea to make her forget who she was. And he realised that, if he used this, and did it right, he'd have a willing slave in Kamilla.

Kamilla was bright, a fast learner, strong for her age, and above all, she was an almost perfect soldier even without the necessity of some formula to make her better. So he developed the SIN Program and turned her into something she wasn't. His subordinate.

The SIN Program was specially created for Kamilla, instilled in her by her older brother. And it had worked. He had made sure that it was active and working in her though before really letting her out of her cell. He kept a constant close eye on her and Kammi didn't seem to notice a thing. She figured she had always been like this. She was always the second hand to her brother's Red Skull. But part of her, deep down, still felt things the old Kam felt. Such as her protectiveness of Caspar. It was more so to keep her happy that Caspar didn't end up killed. Instead, Johann started helping with his training but he refused to allow Sin (the name he had started calling Kammi in leu of her real one) see Cas. Her mind was cracking, a process that had started when they had used her as a test subject. But she couldn't do a thing about it.

She spent years under the influence of the SIN Program and as the years went by, the real Kamilla was starting to slip through the cracks again. They had to keep her in check, do tests every so often to make sure that she stayed Sin. Even Johann knew, at this point, just how dangerous Kamilla would be if she was no longer under his control.

Kamilla was Sin for roughly six or so years. Johann thought that he was golden, that he was in the clear. He would help train the two, giving his special little Sin girl extra special treatment. During this time, though, she was also very restricted. She wasn't even allowed to see Verena, something that hurt for some reason far worse than not being about to see Caspar. But Sin didn't understand any of this, she didn't know where most of these feelings came from. Even her own memories didn't make sense all the time, so many gaps from what Johann had done to her. But they couldn't keep her forever. Johann should have known that. His downfall was putting enough trust in her to take care of an away from home mission on her own.

When she was on her way back from her mission, Caspar had intercepted her. He was able to get away from the facility long enough to do something to help. He had been doing a lot of research and looking into things to figure out how to save his sister and he had finally figured it out. Though it was painful and a bit lengthy, Caspar used the same mind program that Johann had to reverse the effects of the SIN Program. Or at least that had been the hope. It did deactivate it, thankfully, but it didn't get rid of it. The SIN Program still lays dormant in her head for anyone who could figure out how to activate it again.

Kamilla was able to stay under the radar of her older brother for a few months, and he was none the wiser of it. She continued to pretend to be the Red Skull's faithful servant. But she could only continue the charade for so long. Anger was boiling inside of her. She was having to play loyal to the man who had killed her parents, the man who abused her brother, the man would wouldn't let her near her only friend, and the man who had turned her into something she wasn't. How could she do such a thing? How could she just stand idly by while he ruined everything for her. The answer was simple, she couldn't. She was twenty three when she finally killed Johann and every single man, woman, and child who had been involved with the SIN Program. She made it seem like an inside job, like someone had infiltrated and killed him. It was simple to pick someone at random and turn them into a scapegoat.

She was free, now, that was all that mattered. She did what she had to, mourned to make it look believable. And every one of her brother's followers who hadn't been involved with the SIN Program quickly pledged their allegiance to Kamilla. No one noticed it, but the rest of the cracks in her already deteriorating mind were starting to fall through, the real terror that her parents had always known was there lurking ever present in the forefront of her mind slowly coming out.

It was about a month or two after her older brother's death that she took up her proper place as the Red Skull, the place she knew she was always meant to take, the place her mother had always dreamed for her. She knew that her mother was watching her somewhere, and she was definitely proud of her little girl. A little bit after that, she had created a new identity for herself that she used to infiltrate HYDRA with. She spent part of her time there, watching, waiting for her time to strike. She had spent a couple of years under the rule of a HYDRA she disagreed completely with. Nearly two years, to be exact. But she was patient, and easily able to split her time between them and her own people back in her base. As she spent her time there, though, she got to know her fellow men and women and made sure to gain their trust.

She had never agreed with the little wannabe who thought he could take Johann's place. Her brother had been a tyrant and a disgrace to her good family name. This man was only doing worse. She knew that she should have been the one to take his place. She'd been the one who killed him, after all, though that was meant to be a much guarded secret. Still, Hydra was hers for the taking. But she waited, she bided her time as she got more and more of the other members of Hydra to see just how much this new Supreme could mess up. It had happened when someone had managed to infiltrate the base out on Typhoon Island that everyone truly sided with Kamilla. Once the threat had been neutralized, she had made her move, killed the wretch who thought he could be her Supreme and took her rightful place at the head of it all.

She had HYDRA in the palm of her hand, a Serpent Squad on the side to do her bidding, and her family to help where they were needed. Everything seemed perfect as she started up a new base headquarters for her HYDRA. But, things weren't as perfect as she thought. For, you see, her cells were growing ever unstable and, one day, during a rather heated argument with one of her less than loyal 'soldiers', she blew up, almost literally. Though, to be precise, the energy stored within her expelled itself for the first time, her powers leaving their dormant in a fiery blaze left in one of the new corridors of her facility.

Her powers, a 'recent' development of sorts, are something she now needs to learn how to control, on top of leading not just HYDRA but her own people back in her base in the Black Forest. But she is managing it splendidly. She has scientists to help with her powers, there wasn't really anything she needed to worry about. Get a few tests done now and again, everything would be just perfect.

It's actually quite pleasant, life was starting to look the way she had always wanted it to. And now, all that was left, was to show the world the face of terror. To remind them that, even when they think it's safe, it never truly is. It was time to show them that the Red Skull was back now, and she was better than ever.

The world was going to burn, that was what she was going to have happen. And boy did she feel sorry for the people who chose not to follow her.

Face Claim/Play by:
Allison Scagliotti

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