Misfire

"Don't make me attack you. We both wont like it if I do."

Alias	Misfire
Real Name	Misfire Mink
Species	Reploid ...uh... Mink
Gender	Female
Height	6' 0"
Weight	160 lbs.
Apparent Age	Mid/late 20's
Real Age	6
Birth Date	21XX-09-23
Marital Status	Single
Personality	Social and kind, Misfire Mink doesn't let the depressing elements of her job get in the way of the rest of her life. She takes advantage of her armor's ability to disconnect from her primary body so that she wont be a large, cumbersome hulk in public. Somewhat of a pacifist, as she would rather talk things over then start a big fight. This stems from the fact that she doesn't want to risk hurting anyone or causing too much property damage with her earthshaking weaponry. She's a nut about keeping rooms and areas clean, like a Greenpeace member on crack. Due to the destructive potential of her explosive weaponry, she refrains from using them unless as a last resort. She has limited patience, especially when Mavericks are involved. A fan of karaoke and Japanese-style techno rock music, Blast Mink often listens to these songs in her spare time or sometimes when she's fighting or working.
Powers	Gem identification, blast mining, LOTS of explosive weaponry plus some other things (Napalm missiles, shock wire, and a pressure cannon), Melee combat, enhanced senses, watertight, driving!
Weaknesses	Acid and electricity. Slow while in Exo-Armor.
Skills	Ability to call in her Exo Armor.
Alignment	Hero
Profession	Maverick Hunter/Miner
Affiliation	None
Description	It's a mink. A rather strange mink. She stands up to about 6' tall, bearing a slight frame with pleasing curves in all the right places. Most notable are her feet and wrists. Each foot and calf is enclosed within a large, metallic boot of some sort, the feet terminating in oval, domed pads. Each wrist has a similar bulgeing object, perhaps indicating there's something hidden inside them, or something like that. Her face is finely detailed, bearing a stout, minkish muzzle and small black nose to contrast her white, synthetic fur. Her cheeks are small, located high on either side of a mouth filled with small, sharp teeth. She has whiskers, three on each side of her nose, located just beneath two large, expressive grey eyes. Her ears appear to be able to swivel about, their bases hidden in a long shock of synthetic black hair, kept in a loose ponytail.
Other Description	It's a mink, though only her face and tail are visible under what must be more then a ton of Replium armor. Standing at a full 8 feet tall, and having as much bulk as a small car, she can be quite...imposing. Only her grey hands, synthetic fur-coverd tail, and finely articulated head show that the occupant is a mink, and is proof that it's not some horrible automaton. Each leg is close to two feet thick, oval shaped with square feet that have twin dull spikes for toes. These huge calves extend up to her knee, where they extend another dull prong, more of a bludgeon then anything. More thick armor leads up her thighs to her midsection and torso, both of which are covered in a series of heavy, Replium plates to protect her body. Each shoulder bears a triangle-like box to protect her own vitals, and beyond that each arm is covered in articulated armor plates that conform with the movements of her elbow and shoulder. The armor ends after her wrist, letting her normal hands show. Her head is clearly visible, sporting tied-back black hair, expressive gray eyes, and delicate features. Each arm bears a weapon attached to the outside forearm. On the right is mounted a heavy, belt-fed chaingun - the belt feeds out of her arm. On the left is a long, 3-inch wide tube that extends 6 inches back past her elbow. On her side, mounted on a folding hook, is a powerful pressure hose, capable of putting out water at the same rate as a fire hose. There is a similar cannon that can fold up over her shoulder, with a dark barrel. Her most prominant weapon is the large, metal 'backpack', which contains about 60 percent of her ordinance.
History	Built by a mining company called CoreCo 5 years ago, Misfire's original purpose was mining. Specifically, Blast mining. Her frame was built small, slightly humanoid if a little tall with mink features and tail. This was so that she wouldn't be a burdon when she wasn't working in the mines or on other projects. To preform her main duty, however, she was equipped with heavy duty mining armor, which she can wear like extremely bulky clothing. Attached to this armor are her various tools. Deep in the mines, she would blast new tunnels and seek out metals or precious minerals for her superiors to cart up the the surface to be processed. She was happy at her job, not really exposed to anything else. CoreCo fell into bad times, 3 years after Misfire's creation. Not one to worry about finances, Misfire continued to work the mine, though she hadn't found anything that would help CoreCo get back on its feet. Four years after the Misfire Mink endeavor, CoreCo filed for bankruptcy, and Misfire was essentially fired. She bounced from job to job, serving for a while in a volunteer police force, as a singer and cabaret, and even a little toxic substance handling - where she found out that Acid was bad for her systems. Hooking experiences in police work and military operations (from a brief stint in Russia's national army), Misfire applied to become a Maverick Hunter. She saw it as a way to better deal with the larger threats of the Robot Masters and the Mavericks, rather then turn her weaponry to potentially harming humans by the dozens in Russia's little endeavors.
Miscellaneous	"See Mink. See Mink run. BOUNCE, Mink, BOUNCE!"

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