Sept 5, 2020 19:17:04 GMT
ARENA o6 [OOC]

Adrian is one of those many souls who think they have promise as a gladiator but have yet to find a corporation that agrees with them, and it doesn't take much of a display to show she's got the requisite skills. She built her own vehicle out of a 40-year-old junker, and any witnessed street fight she got involved in would leave no doubt that she was modded, though she refuses to give the details. Her reactions seem extremely high and she was once witnessed shoulder-checking a haymaker from a seven foot black man's hydraulic fist, implying both strength and durability augmentations, though nothing is visible. She could walk down any street and no one would guess at a glance she were abnormal. Of course, most of her body is covered with her jeans, shirt and jacket, and even most of her hands are covered with her biking gloves. It's entirely possible the meat and potatoes of her augments are concealed underneath her attire.

So why hasn't she been picked up by corporations before now? Why does she feel like she has to fund her own entry into a race just to prove she's got the goods? No doubt there are scouts wondering that very thing, but the reason is soon revealed. Adrian Cooper is a nonperson. In the darkest parts of the world's underbelly, whole generations could go by with nobody caring, living off of the detritus and garbage from those above them like rats. She could easily be one of these people who just happened to turn out to be a self-taught prodigy, for whom any lot in the world above would be an improvement. Of course, it's equally as likely that "Adrian Cooper" is an assumed name, but facial recognition fails to identify her by other records.

In any case, she seems jovial about the whole idea of the gladiatorial arena and rarely seems to be taking it seriously, just excited to participate, as if she were more of a fan than a competitor.

Her vehicle is a 1980 Impala Interceptor, rolled and reinforced steel hull intact and painted red with black highlights. The innards of this tank on wheels, however, have been extensively modernized, increasing the power delivered by the engine while improving fuel efficiency as much as can be done for a sedan that weighs in at nearly two tons. As powerful as a working man's truck with the profile and wide wheel base of a police car, it suffers from slow initial acceleration from a stopping position as it gets its momentum going, but once it's moving, all of that mass makes it very hard to stop, and the front grill is reinforced with rambars and a wedge scoop to take advantage of this should anyone be foolish enough to impede the beast. Assaulting it from underneath is equally futile, sporting bulletproof tires, bulletproof glass and a reinforced underbelly. Its equipment is modular to allow it to comply with the rules of any given race and can be removed if not needed even if not restricted to reduce weight. This includes twin forward-mounted M230 chain guns, an optional M134 minigun to be operated by a passenger or remote, semi-autonomous fire, rear mounted chemical thrusters, a smokescreen, an oil ejection system, a mine deployment system that can drop a small supply of explosive mines or caltrop traps and a heatseeking missile launcher. This last one isn't actually operational, however, as she's still working out the lock-on system to prevent collateral damage. When operational, however, it's a reserve weapon on account that it only has one shot due to space constraints.