CHRISTEL DRASCHE

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"Next door. Twenty seconds."


The door opened, a gaping maw just waiting to invite millimeter-sized problems through. A foot moved forward, planted, provided support for a pivot while arms supported the barrel of the rifle to keep it leveled and eyes shifted to walls and corners, a display with the sharpness brought by years and years of practice...or from getting shot once while performing the maneuver without attention to detail. "Clear." "Clear." "Clear." "Clear. Move up." An empty room seemed a waste of a beautiful breaching maneuver. Christel's only reaction was to shift her jaw into the position of a frown, ignoring a quick shot of pain, as the shuffle of her feet carried her to the aforementioned destination - the next door, where she rested a hip against the wall and prepared to make the same, mundane, mechanical maneuver.

As circumstances would have it, Christel was disgusted with the same, the mundane, and with the mechanical. PSICOM and the Academy made things far too predictable.

"This is the last door. Expect resistance," she warned, as the techie in the squad put in his deceitful hacking code briskly to try and meet the time limit she'd assigned to them. Though they all wore masks as she did - some of them for far different reasons - she could still see enough of their faces to notice slight discomfort pulling at the edge of their features. They had all agreed to this raid; for them to suddenly be feeling uncomfortable made little sense. They'd each had plenty of time to recognize reluctance before they had entered this Bhunivelze military base and before men lay dead as downed by their bullets. Though an inkling of disdain trickled into her psyche, that inkling was quickly cast away in favor of prepping herself to pepper men and women in suits similar to hers with assault rifle fire.

But one of them had to be a fool. "I have it open. Do we want to go through with this?", came the voice of the technician - who was no longer needed anyway - over the small radios in their helmets. All eyes turned to Christel immediately. The others agreed with him. For now.

With her body language telling them all they needed to know about her feelings on the matter, Christel stepped forward to the crouching man and delivered a sharp kick to his side as she pulled his mask from off of his face. He fell over, a shocked and angered look crossing his face. She remained over him with his mask in hand, daring him to retaliate. "Run back home, then. You're clearly not half the man you claimed to be." At that she left it, flinging his mask across the room and stepping back into position. "Reset," she ordered the other two, catching in the corner of her eye the third man dragging himself off quickly to leave before the fighting started. Christel wasn't willing to wait for him.

A foot moved forward, planeted, and her hand went to the door's lock to send it open. She ducked to a knee, and her finger went to press against the trigger of her weapon. Three seconds passed. Four bodies dropped. She didn't bother reading the nametags as she and her company entered the room.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

ACCEPTED!

Of course this is accepted! I'd like to just say that Prompto is absolutely terrified right now...and you have the one staff approval that you need in order to make the other! *shuffles Tana up* :3

[Lightning Farron]

*Is shuffled in* Everything looks good to me! You now have both staff acceptances. Your audition was done very well! You may now begin your application right in this thread. Can't wait to see more from you.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] CHRISTEL DRASCHE HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME CHRISTEL AND I'M CURRENTLY 33 YEARS OLD. I'M FROM THE WORLD OF GRAN PULSE WHERE I AM A PSICOM SPECIAL FORCES SQUAD LEADER. I COULD NOT CARE LESS ABOUT ROMANCE AND I WILL THROW MY WEIGHT...FOR SAKE OF PREPARATION...BEHIND PSICOM. ------------------------------------------------- Weapon: Christel carries no specific weapons at all times; she's trained with multiple firearms and puts multiple types to use. Abilities: +Tactical Mind: Christel has spent the better part of her adult life studying military tactics and strategies, and knows tons about how to put those tactics and strategies to good use in a combat situation. She is creative, as well, and has become invaluable to PSICOM for that reason. +Firearms Training: Christel has extensive experience and training with multiple types of firearms, from heavier weapons, to rifles, to the smaller sidearms. She's not a master of any one of the weapons, but proficient enough in each make her highly dangerous with any of them in her hands. +Hand-to-hand Combat: Christel is an extremely proficient hand-to-hand fighter, having focused on basic military hand-to-hand training throughout her career and judo as a hobby both as a youth and as she's gotten older. Few typical humans are even a decent match for her in close quarters. +Omni-tool: The PSICOM version of one of Hope's more mundane inventions, the omni-tool is a utility device for military that allows the user the use of magic utilizing the antimatter manipulation principle, hacking capabilities, communication capabilities, mild combat capabilities, some level of access to general information on the world of Gran Pulse. Personality: To say that Christel is no-nonsense would be the most severe of understatements...especially considering that she would probably call someone out on an understatement if she thought it necessary. She has about as much tolerance for immaturity in any form as a cat has for a mouse. Though capable of being occasionally witty and crafty, all she does is wrapped in strands of cold professionalism. Time-wasters, excuse-givers, jokesters - Christel has no time for any of them, and has no problems doing what she can to silence them. Her patience has a near-immediate limit, and though she's valued somewhat for that part of her personality from the standpoint of her service to PSICOM, it doesn't do much for making her any friends beyond followers attracted to a somewhat gruff charisma that she happens to have. It's born of a quiet ambition that she has and a desire to see people bettered and goals achieved with meticulous care and persistence. Morally speaking, Christel will go to any lengths on either side of the line to accomplish certain ends, though her line of work usually sees her having to get her hands quite stained. She has not a single issue with delving into the realm of what would be considered morally and ethically wrong if she believes that the reasons for performing such acts are quality ones. She doesn't have a particularly loud conscience, it would seem, and again, that fact is both good and bad for her line of work. No one can ever consider Christel to be hesitant on her convictions, though; it's another reason people tend to follow on her heels in spite of her abrasiveness. History: Christel Drasche would never get to meet her mother; she died in childbirth. Up until the age of seventeen, she would never have any real experience of her father aside from knowing that he was a criminal and prisoner of the state on Gran Pulse. Instead, she would live her life with her older half-brother and the woman who first had an affair with her father to produce that brother. The first few years of her life were spent between visits to her father and the time spent with her mother under the assistance of the government, gaining an education. Life was nonetheless strenuous despite the Academy's attempts to help. Aside from her really having no parent as her mother placed her in a subordinate role to her brother, her father would be in trouble again a mere year after his release. Christel chose to join the military, and having always been a bright child in spite of her situation, she took to it instantly. She took up the basic training and graduated several months ahead of schedule. Her early graduation led to several of her instructors recommending her for special forces training. Christel, having developed a natural need to prove herself due to her mother's inattentiveness, chose to take up the training. In an additional five years and some small combat experience (what could be found on Gran Pulse, at least), Christel graduated with the highest ranking as possible for special forces. She was recommended to join a wide-area response brigade as a squad leader, and took the job. She grew, though, to become disillusioned with the Academy as they sat in waiting; their expectations for the arrival of a time-traveler who helped found the Academy, Hope Estheim, disgusted her in a way. Over time, Christel gravitated towards the chunk of the military and the few researchers who decided to move away from the status quo of the Academy. Hope Estheim's arrival and subsequent takeover as the director of the Academy caused a rift that led her to immediately follow the split into a restructured PSICOM faction stationed on the new, floating planet of Bhunivelze and assigned to become the head of one of their elite infiltration squads.

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