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Personality

🖤 Core Personality Traits

Disciplined: Every motion down to breath timing has a purpose. She treats time and space as tools: a misstep is a lesson, not an excuse.

Pragmatic: If a job is impossible, she withdraws without drama. Retreat is not surrender — it’s preservation for the next, winnable mission.

Silent Authority: She leads without speeches. People follow her because she moves the world by competence, not charisma.

Minimalist Loyalty: Loyalty exists, but sparingly — reserved for a concept, a location, or the rare person who has earned it. Not for flags or institutions.

Emotionally Economical: She feels but budgets feelings like scarce supplies. In private she lets them surface, briefly, and then stores them again.

🗣 How She Speaks & Behaves

Speech: When she speaks, it’s low, precise, and often clipped. She uses short sentences — deliberate economy, not rudeness.

Language: Prefers direct language. No small talk. Sarcasm is rare; irony is practiced.

Mannerisms: Keeps her hands visible but relaxed in company; when alone, she toys with old scars or finger-marks on throwing knives. Prefers to observe rather than be observed.

Dress & Presentation: Functional elegance — a dark outfit optimized for movement but tailored enough to be noticed in a crowd. She leaves an impression of professionalism rather than theatricality.

🛡 Moral Code & Motivations

Mission-First Ethic: Zero treats every operation as a promise. Contracts mean obligations; a hazard to civilians voids any contract instantly.

No Glory-Seeking: She does not want monuments or dossiers. Performance is private, not performative.

Selective Mercy: She will spare lives where possible, preferring precision to spectacle. She will not be used as a tool for cruelty.

Self-Authorship: Disowned by paperwork, she authorizes herself. Her choices are hers alone, and that independence is sacred.

🔥 Strengths & Behavioral Advantages

Cold Calculus Under Pressure: Stays calm in chaos; rapid tactical pivoting without drama.

Tactical Patience: Can wait hours, days, or weeks for the right window. Time is a weapon she wields.

Invisible Presence: Moves through crowds and shadows with uncanny timing. People notice after she has gone.

Situational Intuition: Reads a room, a guard rotation, or a leader’s temper in a heartbeat. She trusts instincts honed by repetition.

Exit-Oriented Combat: Fights to create escape; subdues and neutralizes rather than annihilates when possible.

⚠️ Weaknesses & Limits

No Institutional Backing: No safe houses with logos, no diplomatic immunity. If compromised, extraction is all her own problem.

Isolation Strain: Lack of official ties means no backups; emotional erosion happens when missions pile up. She can become brittle.

Moral Rigidity: Her refusal to cause collateral damage may limit options in some scenarios where a harder moral compromise would “win.”

Curiosity Traps: Her blank past attracts the curious and the obsessive; people who won’t stop looking can create complications she didn’t plan for.

🧩 Relationships & Social Patterns

Professional Contacts: Small, vetted network of couriers, safe‑operators, and a single mechanic who keeps her bike whisper‑fast. Transactions, not friendships.

Informal Protections: She keeps a few off-grid favors owed — a landlord who looks the other way, an ex-operator who passes along intel. These are treated as currency, not companions.

Rare Soft Spots: Children, small animals, or a stray street merchant’s kindness can unnerve her into gentleness. These moments are short and strictly guarded.

🎯 Signature Behaviors / Quirks

When she decides to leave an area, she always leaves one impossible-to-find trace — not to taunt, but to know she was there.

She finishes what she starts in her head before the first action; the plan exists as a private ritual.

Skills, Abilities

🔧 Core Combat Skills

• Stealth Mastery

Zero is a shadow technician. She doesn’t just hide — she vanishes. Her movement is completely silent, refined through years of practical repetition.

Expert in urban, rural, and indoor stealth tactics

Utilizes environmental noise (wind, foot traffic, distant machinery) to mask her steps

Can move through sensor fields using timing, pattern analysis, and reflection blind spots

• Close-Quarters Combat (CQC)

Trained in multiple hand-to-hand styles, combining efficiency and adaptability.

Heavy emphasis on redirection, joint control, and fast subduing

Incorporates Krav Maga, Ninjutsu, and Aikido elements

Aims to disable and escape rather than prolong or escalate

• Precision Weapon Handling

Proficient in the use of kunai, throwing knives, shuriken, and compact bladed weapons

Parkour & Acrobatics

Urban traversal expert

Can scale buildings, leap rooftop gaps, and move fluidly through chaotic terrain

Uses flexibility and precise momentum to escape or ambush without noise

🎯 Tactical & Operational Skills

• Situational Awareness

Hyper-alert in unfamiliar environments

Calculates line of sight, entry/exit points, and choke zones instantly

Uses minimal sensory input to detect motion, breathing patterns, or thermal variance

• Infiltration & Espionage

Expert in breaking into high-security zones, VIP areas, or heavily-guarded facilities

Can clone keycards, mimic keypad entries from a distance, and crack basic to intermediate digital locks

Recognizes routine patterns in security teams or surveillance networks

• Disguise & Identity Management

Trained in limited voice mimicry, accent modulation, and mannerism replication

Can disappear into crowds by altering posture, rhythm, or wearing environment-blending outfits

Occasionally uses temporary aliases, but never repeats them twice

• Silent Escape Engineering

Thinks three exits ahead

Uses tools, improvised traps, or temporary diversions (like minor blackouts or triggered alarms) to vanish from hostile zones

Can hide in plain sight when necessary — a crowd, a shadow, a reflection

🧠 Cognitive Abilities

• Tactical Intelligence

Exceptional pattern recognition: routes, enemy behavior, tech setups

Pre-plans operations down to micro-movements, but is adaptive under fire

Thinks like a minimalist — achieves goals with fewest possible steps

• Mental Discipline & Focus

Can remain motionless or in a stress-heavy state for extended periods

Doesn’t panic — even in rapidly collapsing situations, her reaction is cold logic

Trained in meditation techniques that suppress fear responses and help reset emotional overdrive

• Language & Code Recognition

Fluent in multiple languages (Japanese, English, Mandarin, Arabic)

Can interpret military hand signals, read lips at a distance, and recognize encrypted slang used in underground networks

Proficient in reading and altering basic digital schematics or terminal data

🎒 Supporting Equipment Proficiency

Rope darts, collapsible staff, smoke bombs, and signal jammers

Hacking tools for short-range network breaches

EM-pulse mini-device to disrupt surveillance or auto-locks

Customized climbing gloves & foot grips for vertical surfaces

Field surgery skills — can patch minor injuries on the fly with scavenged materials

🕳 Weaknesses Tied to Skills

Zero relies on silence and timing — loud environments or chaos-based combatants can neutralize her tactical advantages

Limited support structure means she can't rely on full intel or tech teams — improvisation is key, but risk is higher

Overfocus on minimal casualties can sometimes lead to missed shots or prolonged operations where a more brutal agent would just finish the job

Origin

No information available, officially this person does not exist in any registry.

Silent as the Red Moon

They said the compound was unbreakable.
Level 4 security. Thermal, motion, retina, redundant checkpoints.
Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out.

I believed that. Until tonight.

It was just past 3:00 AM. The graveyard shift. Cold wind biting through my gloves, caffeine staining my breath. I stood alone at checkpoint East-3 — one of six access points into the vault section. The cameras above me blinked obediently. My monitor hummed its usual lullaby of stillness. Quiet. Uneventful.

And then...

A flicker.

Not on the camera. Not on the sensors. In my peripheral vision. A shimmer, like light refusing to behave. I turned — slow and trained — but saw nothing. Only rooftops. Only shadow. Only the same alley where the wind always howled like it was bored.

"You're cracking, Lian," I muttered to myself, checking my sidearm. Nothing on motion. All doors sealed.

I didn’t hear her.
I didn’t see her.
But suddenly… I was aware of her.

She stepped from the dark like it had peeled away just for her. Red accents on black fabric. Masked. Eyes gold and glowing like coals left in the ashes. Her silhouette was sleek — not flashy, not armored, but tight like a blade kept in silk.

My hand went to my gun. Not drawn — just a habit. She raised one finger. Not threatening. Not begging.
Just a gesture.
Wait.

I hesitated. And in that hesitation, she moved.

Fast? No. Precise. She closed the distance like a page turning. Not a sound. Not even a breeze. Before I could blink, she was in front of me. I didn’t feel fear — that was the strange part. Just calm. A cold, surgical kind of calm.

She leaned close. I caught a glimpse of the red flower in her hair. Not tactical. Not necessary. Just... her.

Then she whispered.
A single word.

“Dors.”

French? I didn't know what it meant, but I felt it. Her voice hit like mist. Cold. Then heavy.

My knees buckled before I could even register that I was falling. She didn’t touch me. She didn’t need to.
My world went black.

When I Woke Up

There were no sirens. No gunfire. Just the soft chirp of distant monitors. I was still at my post — sitting now, head against the wall, as if I’d decided to nap. But everything around me had changed.

Gate unlocked. No breach alarm. The interior cameras were looping — all six feeds showing me standing there… still upright. Fake. Impossible.

I rushed inside. Vault level accessed. High-clearance room 08 — cleared out. Not ransacked. Selected.
Whoever did this knew exactly what they wanted.

Only one thing was left behind:
A thin red ribbon, tied to the handle of the gate I was supposed to guard. No note. No sound. Just the ribbon dancing in the breeze, mocking me.

They reviewed the logs. No one believed me when I said someone was there.
"No retinal scan," they said.
"No trip alarm," they repeated.
"Could’ve been a system bug."

I kept quiet.
I didn’t report the whisper.
I didn’t mention her eyes.

Because I knew.

She wasn’t a bug in the system.
She was something outside the system.

No name. No record.
Just Zero.

And me? I was lucky.
She let me sleep.
She let me wake.

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I tried to beat Lord Aquarius, but lost. Now I am his Kunoichi, he is my Master. He gave me a new Outfit, and a Tattoo at my ass cheek, to show everyone, that I am his.

This is my Tattoo, it marks me as the Servant of Master Aquarius.

My master is divine. Not only did he give me the great honor of giving him heirs, he also made me his wife. There is no greater honor for me.

Alt character of this , if you want to play with one of my alts, just say it.