Character Name: Kari Rayn
Description: Kari has long
brown hair, usually tied in a ponytail or a plait. She is quite small (5'3) but very skinny and a bit underweight. Her skin is pale and her eyes are
green. Her clothing style usually consists of a black leather jacket, boots, black skinny combat trousers, a black t-shirt and a rather thick belt.
Age: 19
Personality: Kari is a bit of a flirt. She never takes it seriously though, she just likes to tease. She is also extremely good at 'acquiring things' (stealing) and her job is going back through time to steal artifacts etc. She only does things for her own gain unless she likes someone.
Species: Human
Tools and accessories: She has a Time Agent Wriststrap (Like Jack Harkness. It can function as a remote control, a short-distance communication device (including a built-in holographic projector which also allows voicemail) and a personal teleporter. It also has a built in Vortex manipulator that allows her to jump through time. She chooses to use knives as a weapon and keeps them in various places:
XXXGood/Evil?: On the edge- she joins the side that she thinks will win.
History: Kari was born in the 46th Century and became a time-agent at the age of 14 (young, I know). She then quit at the age of 17 but kept the equipment and became a burglar instead.
Other:
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account
Jubjub bird