Name: Allison “Alice” Monroe
Age: 26 years old; however, she has a physical appearance of 18 years old.
Gender: Female
Race: Human-Elf Hybrid
Archetype: Normal
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Royal Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Short
Height: ≈1.8m
Weight: ≈70 kilograms
Body Type: Curvy mesomorph
Mother: Indelwen Monroe
Father: Adam Monroe
Siblings (if any): N/A
Profession: Engineer at Monroe Mega
Talents:

• Good with computers


• Can type 130 words per minute


• Accurate shot with a firearm


• Works well under stress


• Possesses a remarkable ability to work independently

Abilities: N/A
Strengths: Allison considers her ability to think while under pressure to be one of her strengths.
Weaknesses: Allison is addicted to alcohol and doesn't know when to stop drinking.
Flaws:

• Allison is a functioning alcoholic.


• Frequent user of drugs


• Hedonistic


• Hypocritical


• Overambitious

Weapon (if any): Allison owns several weapons (listed below).
Personality: Allison has a friendly outgoing personality. She’s always up for trying new things and meeting new people. One downside is that she acts a bit childish at times.
Background:  Allison Monroe was born October 26th, 1995 AGW in Capricon City to Adam and Indelwen Monroe. Shortly after Allison’s birth, Adam and Indelwen got a divorce and Indelwen was granted custody of baby Allison; Indelwen moved back to Elvenaric with the intentions of raising Allison in proper Elven fashion. Unfortunately, Allison was mocked and berated by her family and peers for being a half-breed (something her family considered a huge dishonor) and lacking the ability to control magic. At age nine, Allison befriended a man, who made frequent trips between the human and elven capitals; over the next few months, he helped her locate her father without her mother’s knowledge. One day she packed her stuff and left Elvenaric without warning; showing up at Adam Monroe’s house a week later. Unable to speak English, it took Adam some time to realize Allison was his daughter. After a short legal battle, Adam was granted custody of Allison and she was enrolled in Capricon City’s branch of the Academy of Knowledge. There she developed a fascination for how things worked and demonstrated an IQ on par with any genius. She graduated at age fifteen, three years ahead of schedule, and was quickly admitted to her choice college. She completed a dual major program in three years, earning a bachelor degree in Engineering and Thaumaturgy. In order to give back to the Republic, viewing it as her savior from Elven society, she enlisted in the Republic’s armed forces; achieving the rank of 1st Lieutenant after graduating from Officer Candidate School. She was assigned to as team leader and marksman to a squad attached to the Republic’s Border Patrol; serving in this position for fourteen months before an incident left with two months of medical leave. The subsequent psychological trauma resulted in an honorable discharge three months prior to her twentieth birthday. Her father offered a temporary internship at his corporation, as a way to keep her occupied. She excelled at her position, often impressing her colleagues, and it wasn’t long before she took a permanent position. With a stable job, Allison took advantage of the corporation’s work-study program and went back to school. At first she only intended to earn her Masters’ degree, but decided that since she was getting paid to go to school, she might as well go for her PhDs. At age 26, the successfully defended her thesis and earned her PhDs.

RP Example: Wind battered Allison’s face as the UH-60 Black Hawk flew along its designated border patrol route. The sun had sunk below the horizon long ago forcing Allison’s squad to use spotlights to locate illegal border crossings; their night vision goggles had been left behind due to a communication error.  Her earpiece crackled to life as the voice of Specialist John Delancy came across the radio.
“I just saw some movement. Looked like three figures.” He said. Allison signaled to the pilot to turn around. The helicopter tilted to the right; circling around John had spotted the border crosser. No one was there.
“Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me,” he said “no wait.” His spotlight shifted to a position where it illuminated two figures: a troll and an Orc. The border crosser’s pace quickened. “I’m going to try to turn them around.” He squeezed his trigger and the sound of a M249 briefly interrupted night’s silence. Tracers impacted the dirt in front of the figures.
The troll lifted an object up into the air. It was a bow. Sergeant Matt laughed over the radio at the sight of it. “He’s going to try to shoot us down with an arrow” he said hysterically. John, Corporal Max, and the pilot joined the laughter. Allison was about to laugh when the arrow impaled the object right next to her; Corporal Josh Delancy. His lifeless body fell out off the side of the helicopter, his safety harness dangling him in the air.
Allison quickly shouldered her rifle; placing the troll in her sights. The bolt cycled three times, each cycle ejecting a hot casing into the air. The troll didn’t stand a chance against the combined energy of the projectiles; they ripped through clothing, flesh, and bone. He fell backwards into a pool of his own blood. Allison glanced around for the Orc. Where did he go? The ground lit up as a fireball streaked through the sky and collided with the helicopter causing it to spin uncontrollably.
“Shit! He took out our tail rotor,” the pilot said over the comm. “I can’t control her. We’re going down. Brace for hard landing.”
The sky spun controllably as Allison held onto the Black Hawk for dear life. The chopper’s blades shattered into dozens of pieces as they impacted the ground. As the tail rotor collided, Allison was thrown into the air; the force of her harness snapping back knocked the air out of Allison’s lungs before breaking and sending her flying through the air. She hit the ground with a dull thud and blacked out.
Allison slowly regained consciousness. Smoke and fire filled the air, her lungs felt like they were eviscerated, and a sharp pain originated from her lower abdomen.
Notes:

• Allison has the agility, near immortality, and pointed ears of an elf; however, Allison hides the points of her ears under her hair to appear more human.
  
• Weapons
  
  
  
  • Customized M1911 - Allison's prized pistol is a heavily customized M1911. The frame features a picatinny rail where a SureFire X400 is mounted. The standard trigger has been replaced with a 3-hole variant, the slide stop has been made flush, a lanyard point added, and the grips have been rubberized for more friction. The slide has been fitted with a full length guide rod, front cocking serrations, adjustable night sights, chromed barrel and bushings, and has been engraved and inlayed with intricate designs.
  
  
  • Custom M4 - Allison's M4 is equipped with a MagPul UBR stock, MagPul MBUS sights, EO Tech 552 Holosight, PEQ-15, MagPul AFG2, KAC URX Medium RAS, FAB Magwell Grip, and MagPul MIAD grip. Allison only uses PMAGs with Ranger bottoms. The weapon is secured with the MS3 sling.
  
  
  • Custom Mk. 39 EMR - The particular EMR  that Allison owns possesses a 3-9x40mm scope, PEQ-15 box, and Harris bipod. As with her M4, Allison's Mk. 39 uses a MS3 sling.
  
  
  • Handforged Katana covered in elven inscriptions and markings. Sent as a gift by Allison's mother upon graduation from OCS.
  
  
  
  


• Allison's computer: http://pcpartpicker.com/p/1jeg9