Sabrina

Hailing from the long fallen Global Sector 43-A, somewhere in the former European Coalition, Sabrina Zee is a military operative under the employ of the Demon Eradication Corps and stationed at Ritornello. Her callsign is "Poet". Sabrina has long and wavy silver hair. It's quite fluffy, actually. Not that she makes a habit of letting people touch them, it's well known around the base how quick Sabrina is to lash out when that occurs. Her eyes are gray, but as per DEC standards, her eyes are scribbled out with the aid of IFF systems on cameras. Her tactical outfit consists of a gray turtleneck sweater with a chest rig and blue capelet, with black pants and boots. While on base, Sabrina prefers softer clothing, instead wearing a faded gray graphic t-shirt with the logo of a firearms company and black joggers with white socks. She has a modest chest (according to certain individuals they're bigger when unbound) and slim figure with strong legs, but you should be asking better questions than that. She's 5'9, in case you needed to know. For the DEC's Killhouse records, Sabrina currently holds the third place position at 26.22 seconds. (Squadron Leader Mira holds first at 19.64 seconds). While she's not a competitive person at heart, Sabrina runs the course whenever she gets the chance in an attempt to shave more time off. Small talk isn't a Thing for Sabrina. There's a job to do first, after all. She's aloof, blunt and neurotic, speaking tersely and tending to curl up with a tablet over social interaction. Really, Sabrina's an introvert. Sabrina tends to speak in short clipped sentences. A bit of a limited vocabulary, but not for a lack of knowledge. She just prefers to talk less in person. When it's not face to face, or when she's typing through an interface, she's more longform. But get her started on guns or an Interest, and she's off to the races. She'll talk people's ear off if given the chance. Her favorite thing to do is browse gun sites, often posting questions anonymously about the various inner workings of weaponry, and getting into arguments over which caliber is better. When Sabrina's not doing that, she's looking at the weaponry itself. Weapon maintenance is akin to mediation for Sabrina. Field stripping, reassembling, cleaning, she likes it a lot. As an operative, Sabrina's work involves small team operations within enemy territory. Emphasis on small team, 2-3 people is perfect. 4 is pushing it. Ask her to lead eight...? Hah. You'd have better luck elsewhere. Sabrina's a veteran, having participated in many missions over the years, seeing all that it entails. It's made her very commanding and pushy. Physically pushy. Many partners and teammates have come and gone. Sabrina's room is decorated with pictures of the people she remembers fondly. When she considers someone a friend, she'll ask for a photo of them together, and from that point on, Sabrina will be by their side, being cheered up by their presence, more animated and talkative as a result. Her weapon of choice is the Syncopate Machining "VALE-15" Battle Rifle, firing 8.56x82mm cased ammunition. It's a reliable workhorse, able to drop the creatures and the Damned lurking in the lost facilities with ease due to the large caliber. The rifle has a portable reloading kit in its stock, allowing for the assembly of new rounds with the appropriate resources (brass casings and powder). In Sabrina's opinion, the VALE-15 is elegant and beautiful. She hugs it at times, and she won't hear anything against it! It may be heavy, it may kick hard, and it might be The Damned use the smaller international standard 5.54x90mm caseless for their human weaponry, meaning that the only reliable source of 8.56x82mm Sabrina can find during missions is scrounging up unfired 5.54mm for the powder and retaining her brass casings so that she can assemble rounds on the go. Sure, she could pray that someone's carrying a higher caliber rifle, but those rarely get answered. As a result, Sabrina's a neat freak when it comes to retaining her brass. After each firefight or combat encounter, Sabrina will refuse to leave the area until she has enough brass and powder to refill. It's compulsion. If time is too much of a factor, or circumstances force her hand, she'll accede to leaving ammo behind. Just don't expect Sabrina to be very happy about it. For her sidearm, she carries the FM-02 "Stellvertreterin", a blocky compact pistol. Ammo is plentiful, but Sabrina dislikes the look of it. It's life a Glock, if a Glock could somehow exude disdain for the world. This weapon's existence alone invites vitriolic arguments in Ritornello and among DEC operatives. If she had the choice, she'd carry anything else, but it's the only pistol that she can reliably find ammo for. The Damned have procured a lot of FM-02s, the pistols a common sight in the hands of their Conscripts. While officially, FreeArco Holdings has denied any sort of dealings with Hell, unofficially, everybody knows they're practically another wing of Hell itself. There's a plethora of reasons why one would join the DEC. For Sabrina, it's societal obligation, with a bit of personal interest sprinkled in. Back in the day, the armies would do recruitment drives at schools. The DEC did the same, but they brought a cosplay division over. Yes, Sabrina joined because of the flashy outfits and advertising. No. She doesn't regret doing so.