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=Biography= | |||
Misty started having a normal childhood through her early teens. She was active, involved in school activities, volleyball, girl scouts - the works. She loved being out and around people. All signs pointed to a nice, normal life ahead for the girl. | |||
Early in her teens, however, something happened. The cause was never really found, but she started doing ... less. She couldn't help it, moving hurt. Staying still hurt. Soon it seemed like every nerve in her body was conspiring to cripple her. The doctors looking at her tried what they could in therapy and medications, but eventually came to the conclusion that she'd not have a normal life ahead. Barring some miracle treatment, she'd be essentially disabled, at the mercy of the pain she was in almost constantly. | |||
Misty didn't want to live her life stuck in a room, reliant on pills or IVs to make it through the day. During the times she did have some relief from her rebellious nervous system, she read. Meditation, martial arts, anything she could think of, she read. | |||
Her mother was surprised to see her up and walking around the house without help a few weeks later. By the time she was sixteen, she was back in school - though excused from gym, annoyed as that made her - walking there and back. Senior year, she was in gym, too, though being out of practice meant she missed volleyball, her only real disappointment that year. The doctors? They couldn't explain it, and really didn't have a lot of time to. They eased her off the pain medications, called it good and just had her come in for checkups, declaring her cured of whatever had caused the pain in the first place. | |||
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Revision as of 20:00, 17 August 2021
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| Rez | |
| Rez Dispenser | |
| Player: @Therra Arcson | |
| Origin: | Tech |
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| Archetype: | Defender |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Server: | Confidential |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Misty Andrews |
| Known Aliases: | Rez |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Mid 20s |
| Height: | 5'7" |
| Weight: | Excuse me.... |
| Eye Color: | Greyish |
| Hair Color: | Blonde |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | US citizen |
| Occupation: | Vanguard-associated medical personnel |
| Place of Birth: | ' |
| Base of Operations: | Paragon City |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Mother, father, sister |
| Known Powers | |
| Nanite-generated healing/regenerative, assault. | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Medical assistance, including healing, up to revival. | |
| Equipment | |
| (Internal) nanites, furniture with wireless recharging. | |
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"Wait... combat swimsuit? Seriously?"
Biography
Misty started having a normal childhood through her early teens. She was active, involved in school activities, volleyball, girl scouts - the works. She loved being out and around people. All signs pointed to a nice, normal life ahead for the girl.
Early in her teens, however, something happened. The cause was never really found, but she started doing ... less. She couldn't help it, moving hurt. Staying still hurt. Soon it seemed like every nerve in her body was conspiring to cripple her. The doctors looking at her tried what they could in therapy and medications, but eventually came to the conclusion that she'd not have a normal life ahead. Barring some miracle treatment, she'd be essentially disabled, at the mercy of the pain she was in almost constantly.
Misty didn't want to live her life stuck in a room, reliant on pills or IVs to make it through the day. During the times she did have some relief from her rebellious nervous system, she read. Meditation, martial arts, anything she could think of, she read.
Her mother was surprised to see her up and walking around the house without help a few weeks later. By the time she was sixteen, she was back in school - though excused from gym, annoyed as that made her - walking there and back. Senior year, she was in gym, too, though being out of practice meant she missed volleyball, her only real disappointment that year. The doctors? They couldn't explain it, and really didn't have a lot of time to. They eased her off the pain medications, called it good and just had her come in for checkups, declaring her cured of whatever had caused the pain in the first place.