Opal

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I M A G E _

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I N F O R M A T I O N _

NAME: SUBJECT O; "OPAL"
ORIGIN: PROJECT CHIMERA
SIGNALMENT: 5 FEET 7 INCHES; 155 LBS.
BLOOD TYPE: O+
PLACE OF BIRTH: MIDGAR
DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 6 [ μ ] – εуλ 1982 (23 YEARS)
SPECIES: HYBRID; CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS
EYE COLOR: GREEN
HAIR COLOR: GREY
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: BLACK GRADIENT ON HANDS/FEET; BURN SCAR OVER LEFT EYE (VISION COMPROMISED); SKELETAL TATTOO ON CENTER OF BACK
KNOWN RELATIVES: JADE LYCANTHYR [SISTER], AMBER [SISTER]
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: ENGAGED TO SETH VANDER
FACTION: DEPARTMENT OF GENERAL AFFAIRS; SHIN-RA ELECTRIC POWER COMPANY
CURRENT STATUS: TURK STATUS ACQUIRED; EMANCIPATION UNDERWAY; UNDERGOING TRAININGBlinking text input.gif
ORIGINS: PROJECT CHIMERA_


OPAL is the result of a small side project in genetic splicing developed by the Science Research Division of Shin-Ra Electric Power Company in Midgar. The genetic information for the project was collected under the guise of a ShinRa donation drive fronted as a means to aid infertile couples in child-bearing. The egg and sperm combinations were then used to manufacture the subjects without the knowledge or consent of those who chose to donate.


Proving to be a substantial loss by the SSD administration, the time inevitable came to terminate the project. Three docile females (age 17) were spared from liquidation; the remaining 23 subjects were subsequently culled.


“When you pass the med bay, you must close your eyes.”


Obedience was expected of those three remaining subjects upon their release from the laboratory. Though largely indifferent to her treatment within the lab, Opal found herself at a crossroads of complacency and defiance. In that one definitive moment, Opal made the decision to bear witness to that which had been restricted by her superiors. Witnessing the atrocities carried out upon the twenty-three other unfortunate subjects--familiar faces twisted and frozen in agony, writhing in their final death throes before being piled upon gurneys awaiting cremation, a tenuous strand in Opal's mind snapped, priming her for an inevitable descent into mania.


Those three remaining subjects were destined to be dispersed via a ShinRa Benefit auction to compensate for losses sustained by the project. Being the last subject up for auction, Opal ended up in the custody of a wealthy, widowed ShinRa benefactor by the name of Margaret Umbers. In an act of self-preservation, Opal made the conscious decision to remain obedient to her new handler in spite of that which she had witnessed, terrified of the prospect of sharing the fate of her fallen brethren.


THE UMBERS ESTATE_


This new handler was exceptionally abusive of her new property. Determined to beat her expensive prize into complete obedience, Opal's day-to-day as Mrs. Umbers' maid reliably resulted in often severe physical or psychological harm. For two years, Opal endured the torment of indentured servitude, every abusive act whittling away at her already fragile mind, deigning every scar and bruise to a far better fate than that which she could have suffered.


Mrs. Umbers' treatment steadily increased in severity. Bruises and light abrasions turned to lacerations, skin snapping with the force of her switch. Opal's resolve had begun to wear away with every strike, the line between life and death beginning to blur as she considered options other than enduring her continued mistreatment. While Opal was in the midst of finishing the mistress's laundry, Mrs. Umber stormed into her quarters, wailing obscenities and verbally abusing her canine servant before yanking her hot iron from the ironing board, reeling back, and striking Opal across the face with it, causing permanent damage to her left eye and the burnt skin surrounding it.


It was with this unparalleled act of abject violence that the fragile binds of Opal's psyche came completely unwound. For the first and final time, Opal retaliated for her unsubstantiated abuse, tearing the iron from her mistress's grasp, fighting her to the ground, and beating her to death with her own makeshift weapon. As the final breath escaped Mrs. Umber's lungs, Opal came to realize she was experiencing her first moment of peace.


Shortly thereafter, Opal gathered a number of valuables from the largely uninhabited estate before escaping unnoticed into the night.


WANDERING JUNON_


Opal's vagrancy persisted for many months following her escape from the Umbers Estate, determined to keep a low profile in consideration with her origins. Her travels would eventually bring her to the slums beneath the towering military city of Junon. It was in this desolate landscape that Opal crossed paths with a local gang leader, Seth Vander. Clearly homeless and positively aimless, Seth took it upon himself to induct Opal into his ranks, hoping to instill the young, belligerent woman with some semblance of purpose. Under his guidance, Opal honed her combative skills, perfecting the slight of hand and proving her worth as a valued member of the gang. The tedious process of gaining Opal's trust would eventually prove successful, and for many months, Seth Vander became the only family that Opal felt she had remaining.


It was with the arrival of Shears and subsequent absorption of Seth's gang into the ranks of AVALANCHE, that Opal once again found herself uprooted. The militaristic structure and worldly agenda now taking over her only source of comfort. Opal elected to disconnect, gathering her few belongings and leaving Junon without word, determined to avoid falling in line with AVALANCHE's higher purpose.


Using the skills earned through her time in Seth's gang, Opal began picking up various jobs necessitating her personal flavor of violence. Earning her keep as a freelance mercenary, Opal never settled into one particular spot for longer than a few weeks, valuing the freedom of her ability to disappear completely.


Those endless travels would eventually bring her back to the bustling metropolis of Midgar. Opal would thus begin coasting on the gil she had earned in her freelance work, preferring to isolate herself from society by maintaining a largely vagrant lifestyle.
PERSONALITY_


The consequences of Opal's decision in the laboratory have affected her personality considerably, and treatment prior did little to keep her from descending rapidly down the slippery slope of her deteriorating psyche. Opal exhibits behavior characteristic of a sociopath, largely selfish in her endeavors and eager to disconnect from psychologically strenuous situations. She is not quick to trust, and finds comfort in isolation from normal society. Those very few individuals whom she has come to trust still find Opal's largely aloof and deadpan demeanor to be unsettling. In more recent times, as Opal has begun to finally allow herself time to recover from the various torments of her past, her frayed edges have started to solidify again. Opal is, for the first time in her life, in a comfortable and mentally sound state of mind.

SKILLS / FLAWS _

CLOSE-QUARTERS COMBAT

Taught and honed by her former gang leader, Opal is proficient in grappling and close-quarters techniques. She is a brawler by trade and possesses no specific martial arts training.

TACHYDIDACTIC

Much like her sister, Opal has an acute cognitive ability, given her lack of reason or need to study anything at all. This skill has led her to learn and retain multiple languages with relative ease, surprising even herself.

ENHANCED SENSES

Opal's hearing is slightly above human average due to the psychical structure of her canine ears. As a perk of her canine lineage as an experiment, Opal's sense of smell is also more acute than that of the average human.

HIGH ENDURANCE

A life of vagrancy and constant travel-by-foot has kept Opal's endurance in peak condition.

MULTILINGUAL

Common [native], Wutaian, Northern, Costan; Learned mostly through necessity, Opal's tachydidactic ability makes it easy for her to retain languages.
HALF-BLIND
Opal's preference for close-quarters combat was decided by her utter lack of depth perception, given irreparable damage to her left eye.

INEPT CASTER

Her frayed mental fortitude makes it extremely challenging for Opal to conjure the focus to harness the ability of any materia. As she has begun to find herself and regain her mental stability, the eventual use of materia has begun to appear more promising.

DISTINCTIVE APPEARANCE

Opal's very distinct characteristics make it largely impossible for her to infiltrate.

EQUIPMENT_

JAGGED EDGE
Opal's previous weapon of choice. A uniquely shaped machete-length blade kept at the small of her back. It has since been retired in favor of more discreet weaponry.

HR-22 REVOLVER

For emergencies only. She has been familiarizing herself with its use more frequently.

P.H.S.

Opal's first phone. Faith Jin's text message shorthand irritates the ever-loving hell out of her.

RESPIRATOR MASK

Primarily used to conceal her identity during freelance missions.

S.S.D. SUBJECT COLLAR

Attached when Opal was brought to the laboratory after turning herself in. She's had the option to remove it from herself for weeks, but has taken a liking to its appearance and what it represents for her.

LEATHER WRISTBAND

Seth Vander wears an identical wristband. As the last living members of The Pack, they are eager to maintain their identity to one another.

BUTANE LIGHTER

Given to Opal by Seth after first reuniting in Midgar. It has the initials "J.V." engraved in the front.

ROCK COLLECTION

Opal's years of travel have resulted in a pretty extensive collection of interesting rocks, gemstones, and minerals from across the continent. Her most prized specimen is a 4-foot tall cathedral amethyst geode, kept in storage for years before finally ending up in the bedroom of her Midgar apartment.

EYE PATCH

It's one hell of an ugly scar...
CONTACTS_

A L L I E S_

Seth Vander

You've always been the pillar I found myself tethered to. You were always there to reel me in when I ran too far. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Benjamin Fitch

You were the only one that didn't treat us like livestock. What I wouldn't have given to have you around for every stupid decision I've ever made.

Carlos

Carajo. But reliable as all hell.

Faith Jin

You saw something in me that most don't. Here's hoping I don't prove you wrong.

Jade

I don't blame you for anything. Not anymore. And I'm truly sorry that I ever did.

Gabriel Lycanthyr

Not the kind of person I expected my sister to end up with. Then again, I think we'd all resigned ourselves to being alone forever. Thank you for being there for her when I couldn't be...

N E U T R A L S_

AVALANCHE

I still don't know what to think, but you gave me shelter. That's something. Everybody has their means to an end, though.

Andrea Norén [Deceased]

Looks like you ran your ship aground. Your mother misses you, Snowflake.

Fuse

Level-headed and pragmatic, but compassionate still. I didn't expect that. Trust me when I say it's nothing personal.

Arynn Valen

Ma'am.

Alecto Sciarri

Nice place you got there.

Amanojaku Clan

I hope you're amused, you bunch of decadent drunks.

ShinRa

Simultaneously responsible for my greatest pain and my greatest sense of belonging. It's complicated.


E N E M I E S_

Erika VanHuen

You're a bad seed and your days are numbered.

Dr. Henrik Klamp

Easing the life out of you was the greatest pleasure that I have ever experienced. But that is all I have left to give to you. It's time for me to live my own damn life.

THEME SONGS_

Opal . . . Square Go by Fish [1]

I'm a soldier in the forever wars. No photos of a family in my wallet. Got no ID, no credit cards. I don't exist. I never have. Raised in jungles, I quickly learned to read the trees. Schooled in deserts; I walk on shifting sand.
Tired of losing out and being put down. I wanna punch back, fight back. I wanna slash, I wanna knife. I wanna just... hit back at this world. One day, I want a level playing field. I want to see the world. Fight the world on my terms. I want to fight back...

Vander . . . Save Yourself by Stabbing Westward [2]

I know your life is empty and you hate to face this world alone. So you're searching for an angel, someone who can make you whole. I can not save you. I can't even save myself, so just save yourself. I know that you've been damaged. Your soul has suffered such abuse, but I am not your savior. I am just as fucked as you. Please don't take pity on me. My life has been a nightmare. My soul is fractured to the bone. And if I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone.

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Eaten Alive . . . Machete by Moby [3]

Yesterday I felt so cold, I felt like I could die. Took the needles from my arms and put them to the sky. Watched the cold come take me pull me down like I did know. I saw it gone, saw it gone, saw it gone, saw it gone. Hold myself up til tomorrow holds me down again. Feel the darkness coming over see how it begins.

Isolated . . . Burn the Clock by Adam Freeland [4]

Unhinged . . . Revolution by Uppermost [5]

Regret . . . Blind Side by Hybrid [6]

Mother's eyes, set in stone on a face so young. Your blackened heart speaks to me so silently. When you fell from grace, you took your place and left you alone. You're lookin' like shit to me and far from home.
Running away, you're running away. You know you're gonna find yourself, somebody, someday. Take it away, take it away. There's nothing that I can do, you're always drifting. Turning away, turning away. You like to think of yourself as a little bit different. Maybe you're dreaming, but you've died inside.

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Vile & Victorious . . . Back in the U.S.S.A. by KMFDM [7]

The future belongs to those of us still willing to get our hands dirty.

My Shadow . . . Forty Six & 2 by Tool [8]

My shadow's shedding skin and I've been picking scabs again. I'm down digging through my old muscles looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly, clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions, for a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes coming down. I wanna know what I've been hiding in my shadow.

Stream of Consciousness . . . Pearl's Girl by Underworld [9]

White room, sun room, shadow room, night transmitting cars across the room, these things sent to dance across the room, eye watching from your bed, returning to you.
I.A. . . . I Am Home by Massive Attack [10]
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