Bangs

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Bangs
Player: @zilljah
Origin:	Natural
Archetype:	Sentinel
Security Level:	50
Personal Data
Real Name:	Dr. Barbara Ann Heisenberg, Ph.D
Known Aliases:	Bang-Bang
Species:	Human
Age:	29
Height:	5'8" (1.73m)
Weight:	"I'm not sayin'!"
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Pink (naturally brown)
Biographical Data
Nationality:	American
Occupation:	Professor, formerly mercenary
Place of Birth:	Hartford, CT
Base of Operations:	Paragon City, RI/Nerva Archipelago, Rogue Isles
Marital Status:	Single; dating Rebecca Ball-Graves
Known Relatives:	Mother and father, living
Known Powers
Dual Pistols, Super Reflexes
Known Abilities
Physicist, technician, weaponsmith, teacher
Equipment
Preferred weapon: dual Maelstrom pistols (match grade, customized, anodized pink); also known to use Magnum revolvers and Match Compensator pistols
She/Her; Bisexual (prefers women)

(This is a work in progress)

A mathematics prodigy, Barbara was pushed into accelerated educational programs by her mother at age 11. She graduated from MIT with a doctorate in Physics at 22. By the age of 24, Barbara was living in St. Martial, becoming a mercenary.

Excerpts from interviews recorded for a possible book, later scrapped by Dr. Heisenberg. The validity of her statements should be considered questionable

Childhood

I was always smart, even when I was little. They kept telling my mom I was a prodigy. You know what Dance Moms are? Mine was a Nerd Mom. She'd send me to every advanced placement class, send me to schools with the highest placement rates, you know? Mom decided I was gonna be a Nobel Prize winner. And if she thought you weren't with the program, she'd run you over like a tank.

So I was sixteen and at Harvard. Became a Rhodes Scholar, then to MIT for my doctorate. I'm twenty-two by that time. My dissertation was on exotic energies and inter-dimensional power extraction. Don't worry, most people don't understand it. Hell, people still think I was nuts. Turns out, I was.

What was I like as a kid? Quiet, didn't hang out with other kids. Mom kept me busy, you know. I really hate her. Like, I don't talk to her or anything 'cause she fu-um, screwed me up. My dad? Yeah, I had one. He let mom do her thing, and he'd go to work or play golf or do stuff around the house. One day, his stuff wasn't there. He'd decided he . . . well, he needed someone else. Yeah.

Breakdown

You wanna know what happened, right? Why I-yeah. Look, there's what I know, what I thought I knew, and what I found out later. And, I got no idea anymore what's real or not. See, after getting my doctorate I stayed at MIT working on applications for my research. What I found was a way to contain energy from other dimensions so it could be used as a power source. Kinda neat, yeah? Clean energy, right? Unless you release it in a certain way. Then, it's a bomb. Like, a big one. Think of the biggest atomic bomb, then scale it up by hundreds. Yeah.

They said a terrorist group blew up the MIT lab I was working in, took all my data, set off worms to remove it all from databases. And left me dying in the wreckage. I was fortunate to live, even though I had to have emergency brain surgery and I ended up-well, disturbed. That's the story. The truth? A terrorist group attacked the lab trying to take my work to make bombs. Or, I sabotaged my own work 'cause I couldn't let anyone use it as a weapon and faked it all. Or, maybe, there are people who saw tapping into other dimensions as destroying magical realms and couldn't let it continue and killing me would leave too many questions unanswered.

I used to think I knew the answer. Now? Maybe I did have myself lobotomized so I'd forget what I created. I can't remember it, anyway. Maybe I'm the victim of some magical cabal that believed all life was sacred and couldn't kill me so they . . . (turns off recorder)

The origin of Bangs:

When I first came to the Etoile, I tried to look like a professional-and nobody would hire me. After I started working at the Funhouse, having to make up an identity so I wouldn't go crazy, I got this idea. So, I dyed my hair pink, started wearing pink leather, talked like I was from Brooklyn and gave everyone a "Yeah, so?" attitude. And called myself 'Bang-Bang.' The jobs just rolled in. Go figure.