Kendra X (Niveau 1) mail warning

Don't get in my way. I am pursuing my goal and will achieve it. And I will strike down ANYONE who tries to stop me.

Personality

💢 Relentless & Unforgiving

Kendra doesn’t forget betrayal. Her enemies don’t get second chances.

When she sets her mind on something—training, fighting, or revenge—she sees it through to the end, no matter the cost.

🧊 Emotionally Armored, but Not Numb

She doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. Trust is a luxury she rarely affords.

She feels deeply but channels pain into purpose, not pity.

🥊 Survivor’s Mentality

Kendra’s mantra: “No one’s coming to save me.”

She’s self-reliant, pragmatic, and always has a backup plan—often violent, always effective.

⚙️ Cyber-Disciplined

With her new cybernetic body, Kendra has developed a machine-like discipline and precision in combat and life.

She's meticulous about training, maintenance, and strategy. She doesn't rely on raw power alone.

😒 Cynical, Yet Fiercely Honest

After being used, discarded, and left for dead, she sees the world through a hardened, skeptical lens.

She hates liars, manipulators, and hypocrites more than anything.

🕶️ Cool Exterior, Burning Core

She often comes off cold, controlled, and intimidating, but there’s a fire always burning beneath the surface—a passion for freedom, justice on her own terms, and proving that no one owns her.

💡 Anti-Hero with a Code

She’s not out to save the world. But she will destroy the parts of it that destroyed her.

Abilities, Skills

⚔️ Combat Skills

🥷 Unorthodox Street-Fighting Mastery

Learned in the slums and underground rings—her style is dirty, efficient, and unpredictable.

Uses environment and dirty tricks: gouging, feints, pressure points, improvised weapons, you name it.

🧠 Tactical Brawler

Not just brute force—Kendra reads opponents’ habits and weaknesses mid-fight.

Her fighting isn’t about honor—it’s about survival at any cost.

⚙️ Pain Immunity

Due to nerve damage from the explosion, she feels no physical pain.

This allows her to ignore damage, keep fighting with broken bones, burns, and more—freaking out opponents who realize they can’t slow her down.

🧠 Mental & Tactical Prowess

🕷️ Predator Mentality

Tracks, stalks, and breaks targets psychologically.

Fear is a weapon to her. Once someone knows she feels no pain and won’t stop, they often break before the fight begins.

🧠 Battlefield Calculations

Can process tactical advantages in real time—cover, exits, multiple opponents, etc.

Thinks like a machine when fighting. Emotion doesn't cloud her during combat—rage becomes fuel, not noise.

🔐 Interrogation & Intimidation

No need for finesse—she gets answers through raw threat and psychological dominance.

Her mere presence is often enough.

👤 Urban Survival & Stealth

Master of navigating cityscapes, especially underworlds and slums.

Can disappear into crowds, find hidden pathways, use the city as a weapon.

🤖 Cybernetic Enhancements

💪 Superhuman Strength (Tier: Extreme)

Her alien-forged limbs grant her raw power beyond military-grade cyborgs.

Can punch through reinforced walls, crush weapons, lift vehicles.

🛡️ Alien-Alloy Arms & Legs

Her limbs are made from a supermaterial far beyond human alloys.

Resistant to high-caliber bullets, explosives, energy weapons, and extreme heat/cold.

Can be used as weapons: bladed edges, impact strikes, or even makeshift shields.

👁️ Vulnerability Scanner (Ocular Implant)

Constantly scans enemies in real time.

Highlights injuries, weak spots, hidden weapons, behavioral patterns.

Integrates tactical data with instinct for precision takedowns.

🧭 Gyroscopic Balance & Reflex Boosters

She can maneuver perfectly through debris, slippery surfaces, and mid-air situations.

Can dodge bullets or catch projectiles at close range.

🔋 High-Energy Core

Integrated for power surges—temporary overdrive mode for speed, damage, or shield.

Drawback: overuse causes temporary shutdowns.

🩸 Weaknesses (to keep her interesting)

No Pain = No Warning Signs

Damage can go unnoticed until critical systems are affected.

She doesn’t stop when she should—leading to breakdowns if overextended.

Isolation & Trust Issues

Prefers working alone. Doesn’t form bonds easily, making team-based strategies harder.

Emotional Repression

Rage, guilt, and trauma buried deep could explode under pressure, especially around reminders of her past (like her old manager or the explosion).

Origin

Life hasn't been kind to Kendra. She grew up in a slum, every day was a struggle. Without good family and friends, she quickly learned that only she can change her life because there will be no Prince Charming to get her out of it.

She fought, she trained. and every day she got better at it. Eventually she joined an underground fight club. At first she was literally fucked there. But she became tougher and stronger until she was the one who not only fought her opponents with her skills, she downright destroyed them. Word got around quickly.

A manager who owned a minor league team hired Kendra. Now she could show what she could do in official fights.

The crowd loved her. Such a brutal girl who took down opponents who were supposed to be far superior to her physically or in experience, but who didn't count on her fighting spirit. Not even remotely. She fought. And she won.

She was making money. Lot of money. Enough to be able to afford a real, but small, flat.

Eventually, however, everything took a tragic turn. Her manager approached her. He had accumulated financial debts to people who were not to be trifled with. She couldn't believe her ears when he told her to lose the next fight. These people no longer wanted to watch their fighters be defeated by a nobody who wasn't one of them.

Kendra refused. Losing on purpose seemed like giving up in her eyes. She fought against her opponent and broke a lot of things in her anger. The crowd celebrated her, even if no one really understood what had happened.

A few days passed. Kendra was about to enter her home when it exploded. Revenge for not accepting a deal.

But, what these people didn't know was that Kendra had survived. She was alive, albeit in an absolutely destroyed state. At this point it could all have ended for the woman from the slum.

But she was found just in time. Not from paramedics or the fire department, all people who couldn't have helped her in her condition. No, she was found by HER! A simple coincidence, because this creature had only just flown by, actually with a different goal, to explore a city full of possibilities, as Kendra would later hear.

Where human technology would have long since failed, this visitor from another world succeeded. She rebuilt Kendra. Whatever could be saved was saved. If something couldn't be saved, it was replaced.

So the fight continued. First she had to get used to her new body while also figuring out what was happening out there.

The explosion in her apartment was attributed to a leak in her gas line, a clear lie. The public mourned her for a while until everything went back to normal.

When she was finally ready, she didn't hesitate. First she went to her former manager. He screamed when she appeared in his office, and even more so when she beat him with her new arms. He quickly gave her the answers she wanted. She left him where he was and warned him never to appear before her again, for there would be no mercy again.

Now she wanted revenge on those who had taken away from her what she had worked so hard to earn. Yes, these people had a large contingent of guards. However, it didn't saved them. Whoever stood in Kendra's way fell. What she ended up doing to these criminals was, to put it simply, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

After she finished, she moved to EF City. She was fed up with the corruption of her hometown. Here she wanted to start over, both with a home and with her career.

The Alley

as told by the girl who lived

The city doesn’t sleep.
It breathes.
It hunts.

I knew better than to cut through the Eastline Alley after 10 p.m., but the bus was late, my phone was dead, and I was tired of being scared of every damn corner in my own neighborhood. I thought maybe, just maybe, tonight I’d make it home without incident.

I was wrong.

They came out of the shadows like cockroaches. Two guys, maybe older than me, maybe not. Didn’t matter. One had a knife. The other had that look—like he’d already decided I was nothing more than a purse and a body.

“Don’t scream,” one said, but my throat had already locked shut.
My body froze, like it always did in nightmares. Only this wasn’t a dream. I could smell the sour sweat on his jacket. Feel the cold metal against my stomach.

I think I whispered, “Please…”
I don’t know what I was begging for. Mercy? A miracle?

And then I heard it. Not footsteps—footfalls, like something heavy, like metal hitting wet concrete with purpose.

They looked up. I turned my head.

She walked in like a thunderstorm.

Black combat boots, blacker eyes—or maybe they were glowing red, I don’t know, the rain made everything blur. Her arms shimmered in the alley lights. Not skin. Not armor. Something else. Alien. Heavy. Deadly.

“Walk away,” she said. Voice like a broken circuit, low and calm and filled with knives.

One of them lunged.

What happened next was… brutal. Efficient. One was thrown into a wall, spine-first. The other tried to run—she grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him into the pavement like a toy. I heard something snap. Maybe his pride. Probably something else.

Silence followed. Just the rain hitting the pavement, and the two of them groaning.

She turned to me. Those eyes—red and scanning, almost like she was reading my heartbeat, measuring my fear.

“You alright?” she asked.

I nodded, though I wasn’t.

Then she crouched down to my level. Not softly. Not gently. Just real.

“No one came for me when I was your age,” she said.
“I got lucky tonight. You did too. But if you keep walking through life weak… luck runs out.”

Her gaze didn’t judge. It cut. Deep.
I nodded again, slower this time.

She stood. Turned. Started walking off.

“Wait,” I called, surprising even myself. “Who… who are you?”

She didn’t look back.

“Someone who got tired of being prey.”

And then she disappeared into the night, rain sizzling off her back like it didn’t dare touch her.

I sat there, heart pounding, rain soaking through my jacket, and I knew something had changed.

Not just out there.
Inside me.

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