Avian Morrison

[Avian Morrison]

Avian Morrison

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Full Name- Avian Victoria “Tori” Morrison
Gender- Female
Age- 26
Date of Birth- 4 September 1987
Sexual Orientation- Bisexual
Location- Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
Celebrity Claim- Lawley, Robyn
What should we call you?- Rayne
Play anyone else?- Dakari Johessman, Marshall Quatrevaux, Marcus Rodgers, Fallon Daugherty, Gabriel Constant, Sayeva Reardon, Jordan Mercer, Christian Moynahan
Have You Read the Rules?- Wait, I gotta go milk the cat.

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Personality and Appearance-

At first glance, it would seem the woman is leading a double life. Among her friends, she is known as “Tori”; at work, it is strictly “Avian,” at best. Most often, it is “Ms. Morrison.” Her names seem to denote those lives, as well; with her friends, Tori is open and outgoing, often the one to lead a party, and loves to have fun. Ms. Avian Morrison is tough and takes shit from no one, expecting only the best from those who work around her - unforgivably strict, sometimes a hardass, occasionally a bitch. She sets a high bar - high enough that she can reach with effort, and that she expects everyone else to reach with effort as well.

In every instance, whether with friends or at work, love is what drives Avian. She loves her friends, loves to be the best, and loves to see others try their best as well. Oftentimes, she ends up loving her coworkers as well, in a more professional way, just as she loves her university peers and professors. She has a large heart with seemingly enough room for everyone and everything, and, once a person proves him/herself, she is happy to let that person in.

Her appearance ties somewhat into her personality. Growing up, she was always a little more heavyset than other girls her age, until high school, when she found herself more in the middle of being slender and being obese. In either case, she was made fun of or her beauty was played down because of her size. Her parents taught her that beauty has more than one definition, however, even though they were both slender themselves. From there, Avian decided she could be any size she wanted to be, and managed to keep in shape for playing sports without having to force herself to have a Barbie-doll figure.

As a result, she is very open-minded about appearances and expects others to be the same way. She also has no tolerance for anyone making fun of anyone for any reason; that wears down her patience more quickly than anything else. If she sees it in the workplace, rules be damned, she will punish as she sees fit. She believes that everyone should be free to be who they are and who they want to be, and if someone else does not respect that, that person deserves the worst she can give.

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Abilities/Powers/Skills-

-Civilian-

While she does not have any special abilities, Avian is more than able to take care of herself. She is in excellent shape and knows how to defend herself. She has studied kickboxing, primarily, and is somewhat familiar with Krav Maga as well. She can drive very fast without losing control of the car - she has had to do so before, many times. She can also handle just about any firearm - pistols, revolvers, shotguns, rifles, even sniper rifles - with some proficiency, even if the weapon is one she has not used before, simply by dint of practice. She can also handle small blades well. Finally, she knows many languages, due to having lived in many places.

Limits-

Avian’s self-defense tactics rely more on speed than force. A more accurate and forceful opponent could outmaneuver her. As for weapons, she has never used a machine gun and would likely not be able to control one. Blades longer than about half a foot would be terribly unwieldy. Also, her accuracy with guns varies - she’s a near-perfect shot with her own, but having to adopt to something she has not used before, something fairly different, would likely throw her off. Her ability to drive well extends only to compact cars and sedans, not trucks or anything heavier. She would hardly begin to know how to drive one of those, much less drive one well.

Loadout-
Two-tone Sig Sauer P226 - primary firearm.
Beretta 92FS - secondary firearm.
Mossberg 590 - shotgun, stays at home unless she thinks she’ll need it.
Switchblade stiletto - consistently carried on her person.

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History-

While her birth was standard enough - Avian was born to Raven Morrison and John Wren in Melbourne, Australia, who chose her name because they both had bird names - the relationship between Raven and John had already been breaking down, and, while they tried to work together for Avian’s sake, they finally filed for a divorce when Avian was a year old. The divorce was simple and quiet - Raven kept the child, and each of them left with what they had entered the marriage with. Raven saw John again a few times when he came to visit Avian, and soon, although they no longer maintained a romantic relationship, they did become close friends. When Avian was roughly eighteen months old, Raven confided two things to John: that she felt more comfortable seeing women, and that she had a desire to make a living off the livings of others.

The first revelation was perfectly acceptable to John. The second left him entirely unsettled. Separated though they may be, John still very much cared for Raven’s safety and, more importantly, Avian’s. If Raven were to begin robbing banks and the like, he stated, he wanted Avian completely out of harm’s way, and even offered to take care of Avian whenever Raven made an attempt, if she absolutely must. Raven agreed to that.

Very soon after that, even before she had robbed her first bank, she met a woman her age named Abigail Smith, who shared many qualities - including an ideology - with her. Together they made plans to bring Raven’s ideas to fruition. They started small, with a local, family-owned bank, and were successful. This money they redistributed to charities in the area, keeping a portion to take care of themselves and to help raise Avian.

This became a routine. They dropped Avian off with John, John protested, they did not listen, they did their work, they returned with money. It was a very “steal from the rich, give to the poor” sort of arrangement, one Raven and Abby were very proud of. Additionally, they found success at every turn. However, the authorities’ investigation began to get a little too close to them, and Raven and Abby decided to move to New South Wales.

John could not and would not move due to employment circumstances, but he begged Raven to leave Avian with him. However, Raven insisted on taking the child with her, and, since the court had awarded the child to Raven, there was nothing John could do without compromising Raven. So the trio moved away, with John visiting when he could.

Again, the authorities got too hot, giving the pair the nickname “the Money Mavens,” a term Raven actually liked, as so far, they had not failed yet. But with the investigators closing in, Raven and Abby decided to run again, and this time, they disappeared from Australia completely.

They resurfaced in Cape Town, South Africa. Avian was three at the time. She was now being raised by two women, and Raven and Abby had indeed entered into a romantic relationship. They continued their work there, always leaving Avian with a clueless friend, varying ones so there would be no pattern. They were careful, and conscious of Avian’s safety.

In Cape Town, Raven and Abby suffered their first loss. Instead of leaving with the money, they had to run before the police made it to the bank, and had to shoot two security guards in the process. They did get away, however, but had to take some time to recover from their first close call.

Soon it came time for Avian to enter school. Raven and Abby decided this was the perfect cover. They could leave her at school and do their work in the meantime, thus keeping her safe. The plan was solid, except they had to keep moving as the authorities in each country got too close to them. They moved to Brazil, then Belize, then Portugal and Spain and France, the Mediterranean, and some parts of North Africa, through to Russia, and even Japan, quickly picking up on languages along the way. In some places, they stayed long enough to enroll Avian in school; at other times, they taught her at home.

They had been trying to avoid the United Kingdom. That country had already caught wind of their movements and was practically expecting them. It would be a challenge. Still, there was little else they could go and not face civil conflicts. Avian was fifteen at the time, and was beginning to suspect what her parents’ real jobs were, but said nothing until Raven and Abby began to argue over the UK, at which point Avian suggested they go for it, and that she join them.

The first part had merit. The second part they refused.

They changed their names and moved to England. Avian enrolled in school there, and Raven and Abby worked as quietly as they could. They met with success many times, and they worked their way up. Eventually, of course, they met with problems, and the “Money Mavens” might have finally been caught had a third party not shown up, blasted some of the bank guards and the manager with non-lethal shots, and driven the pair to safety.

It was then that Avian revealed that she had been learning to shoot handguns for months, from a friend. She had also learned to drive a car from another, older friend. Raven and Abby were impressed - but still refused to let Avian take part, although she had saved their asses. Finally they reached an agreement: once Avian was sixteen, she could be their getaway driver.

She was more than their getaway driver. As the “Money Mavens” grew older, they found themselves in more and more trouble and fewer creative ways to get out of it. Avian often found herself jumping in to help; she had to learn to shoot and to drive fast as they got caught up in many high-speed chases. There were more close calls at first as Avian learned on the go, but soon enough she was able to earn back the reputation her parents had built so long ago in Australia.

That life was not for her, however, and she knew it. She wanted the opposite. She wanted to lead, and she loved the thrill of the chase still, but her love was learning, something she did not quite get enough of in all their moving. She finished school in England; her test scores almost got her into her desired university, Cambridge. She tried again the next year, teaching herself all she felt she had missed, and this time, she was accepted. The cost was steep, though. Raven and Abby revealed that they had anticipated this and had set aside a significant amount of money to serve as Avian’s university fund. At first, she refused the money; she wanted nothing to do with it. But she needed it, and could do nothing but accept it.

She studied criminology at Cambridge, to the amusement of her parents, and earned a Master of Studies degree there. Meanwhile, she convinced her parents to retire, and they did, with the esteemed record of having never been caught or even truly named. When she chose to move to the United States - the only country left untouched by Raven and Abby before their retirement - her parents did too, and moved to California to live far more peaceful lives there.

Before they left, they celebrated the attainment of Avian’s degree. There, Avian was surprised to meet John Wren in person - and even more surprised to see how Raven embraced him. John had been tracking their movements, for the most part, although he had lost them between Italy and Japan. As he was the only one who knew their true identities, he had been able to watch them and ensure that Avian stayed safe. In the UK, he had been ready to fly out of Sydney - to where he had moved by that time - at any moment, seeing that Avian was helping them, but luckily, that was unnecessary. Still, he could hardly miss his daughter’s graduation.

John returned to Australia, while visiting both Avian and her parents every now and then, and Avian moved from place to place, mostly offering consulting regarding criminology here and there.

Faction- Company

Anything else?- I have no idea where she was on April Fourth - probably England - but she is under the impression that she did not manifest an ability. That’s because the one she had for four and a half minutes was Ability Detection, and since there were so many abilities around, she did not know she was using it.

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Sample RP-

Detroit, Michigan, USA

Skerrrrrrrrrrr!

The negotiations had not gone nearly as well as planned. Avian was not afraid to say that it was the negotiator’s fault. Avian had sized up the robbers to a ten, and told the negotiator exactly what to say to appease them. The negotiator had followed her suggestions, at first. Then the robbers had started getting angry and loud - as Avian had said they would - but the negotiator took that harshly, and now Avian had eleven dead hostages on her hands and a high-speed chase through the worst-kept part of the nation’s most dangerous city.

Once the robbers had shot down all their hostages, even before the EMTs could assess the damage, Avian had been in her car. The police chief had barely made it into the car before Avian started driving. Ms. Morrison had only been with them a short while, but by then they had already learned that if they needed someone to drive really fast - or to shoot a man down - she was the one you wanted to do it, protocol be damned.

She was making her way up a thirty-mile-per-hour on-ramp at twice that speed. The robbers managed it, but in merging, they nearly hit a car, which was lucky to swerve out of the way and not hit anyone. Avian kept her lane. She knew exactly what these criminals were going to do - try to shake her off.

They weaved around one car and then around another. Avian pressed the gas and kept just beyond where they were doing their dance. They drove faster; she drove faster. Soon they were both pushing their cars at a hundred and twenty. The police chief was hanging on for dear life. “Follow them!” he commanded, but the last thing Avian was going to do was weave through traffic at this speed, not when it was unnecessary.

A sharp curve, and Avian narrowed her eyes, gripping the wheel tightly. The robbers did not make the curve. Instead, they slammed into the bumper of another car and made it spin, then crashed into the guardrail that was meant to keep people from crashing. Stopping at that speed, with that much momentum, would have been more difficult than Avian cared to try, so she let go of the pedal, let the speed drop as far as she could without passing her quarry, then pulled the wheel so that her car turned sideways, the wheels slowing the car themselves, and brought the car to a stop. The rest of the officers’ cars braked to their halts behind her.

In the next moment, she had a loudspeaker in her hand and her pistol at her waist. The police chief already had his weapon drawn, and announced the arrival of the police loudly.

“Exit the vehicle with your hands raised.” She used her English accent. She had many accents. She had many languages. She could even read and speak a bit of Japanese. Everything had its usefulness. Here, this accent felt the most practical.

The four men got out of the car just as Avian instructed. “He can’t do it,” one of the men explained, referring to a cohort who only had one arm raised. “His arm broke.”

“We will keep that in mind as we arrest you.” Avian watched impassively as the men approached them, slowly, and the officers stepped out from behind their doors. Avian remained where she was - and saw the man with the broken arm stretch it just as normal. “Feint! Duck!”

The officers took cover just as the robbers pulled out their guns and opened fire. Avian rolled down her window a bit and unholstered her pistol. She took out one man with a shot to his kneecap, while bullets from somewhere else slammed into and through chests. When her man attempted to get up again, she shot the gun out of his hands, breaking both hands in the process. Not an easy feat. Avian had practice.

“Hey, man!” The man actually rushed Avian. The woman simply pulled her car door shut a bit, then bounced it back open again to knock the man to the ground. Stepping out now, she laid her foot into his chest.

“You’re under arrest,” she said. “Any questions?”

The man groaned.

“Good. I’ll let these ladies and gentlemen read you your rights.”