Name: Bianca "Boo" Reveles
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 100lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Auburn
Race: Mutant
Age: 29

Occupation: Civilian, Ex-Military/Black Ops
Group Affiliation: ---
Base of Operations: SF Bay Area/Berkeley

History: Bianca was born to middle class parents in the North West. In her tiny town of Squim (Population=50) Bianca was the only child in her family, and was pushed hard by her parents to succeed in her obvious talents of gymnastics and dance. As a child she looked normal, but had this amazing dexterity and took all kinds of gymnastic classes and dance classes for most of the first half of her life. She was never what you would call a social child, being that most of her time was spent in gymnastics class or dance, she only had private tutors as a child since the hours she spent most of her days in gymnastics classes, and it was the only way she could get an education with the hours she kept.

She became deathly sick for a week when she was almost 13, her parents didn't know what to do, and the doctors had never seen anything like this before. No one had even heard the word "mutant" and at that time no one in the state, let alone this tiny little town, knew what to even look for. All of her skin had turn a splotchy blue, some spots darker then others, and her eyes began to bleach and loose their color, fading from a dark brown to almost ice blue. Finally the call was made to the government for assistance, they couldn't have this little girl contaminate the populace after all, and the military put a lock down on the hospital and transported her to a navy medical hospital.

Over the next couple of years, her skin became darker and darker and darker till she almost seemed to be a walking shadow, if it wasn't for her hair, and over the years she spent there she even grew claws and a tail. The military was good to her, for a time. They trained her in fighting styles, she was able to practice the gymnastics and acrobatics whenever she wanted as well as read as much as she could get her hands on. Another after effect of her "sickness" was her inability to sleep. She would be up for days on end, unable to sleep, until she would take an hour or two nap, it made for many hours of practice, learning and reading.

Many of her hours of research were spent on trying to find others like herself. At this point there were very few cases of mutants on file, and none of them were of any help. after many years of searching and reading up on what was known of her "kind" as many of the jar heads would say she finally gave up on finding anything to explain herself. the only thing she could think of was she had to have been an experiment of some sort (the few medical reports on the subject, the mutant in question was always engineered by the government for purpose "classified") that the government was not prepared to fess up to. Finally at age 17 she was accepted to special forces/black ops team. There was nothing else in life that Bianca wanted, she wanted to go out and do some good in the world, to be able to use her oddities in some way that might make a difference. She earned her nick in special ops by being one of the better assassins in the corps. They always said, they never saw her coming, and the last thing they would hear is, "boo..."

Her uncanny ability to get in places that most couldn't, and her keen insight into profiling certain criminals won her a fair amount of attention. After several months of not seeing anyone that wasn't work related, she finally decided to visit her parents after nearly 10 years (the last place she saw them was in the hospital before the military took over). she showed up to her family home in the same clothes she was taken to the hospital in all those years ago and a bunch of daisy's for her mom (they were he favorite flower) she was greeted by a shotgun held to her face. Being quite taken aback she slowly backed away from the front porch and identified herself, her father didn't move the shot gun at all, but her mother came out and just stared at her. Not knowing how to break the awkward silence, Boo just blurted out, "look, I�m sorry if I shouldn't have come here; I just wanted to see you again-"

With that her father cocked the shot gun and fired and her mother screamed. Boo, as soon as she heard the shot teleported to the roof of the house out of sight, shocked that her own father, who used to love her so dearly and call her sprite, now, apparently, wanted her dead. She stood silently on the roof for a good 5 min listening to the screaming black hate coming from her father�s mouth, "IF I EVER SEE YOU AGIAN YOU BLUE FUCKING FREEK YOU'LL BE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME!! YOU'LL BE FUCKING DEAD AND BURRIED, I'LL TRACK YOU DOWN AND SLIT YOUR MOTHER FUCKING THROAT IF YOU EVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN. THIS ISN'T YOUR HOME, WE AREN'T YOUR FAMILY YOU FREEK, YOU GOD DAMN DEAMON! I'LL BE THE ONE TO SEND YOU BACK TO HELL WHERE YOU CAME FROM! YOU HEAR ME YOU GODDAMN FREEK! YOU BETTER NEVER COME BACK HERE, EVER!"

She didn't know what to do, this obviously wasn't what she was expecting, and she merely stood silently on the roof of the house in a stunned silence. Her father continued to rant and when she realized his voice was moving, she could almost see exactly where he was, almost like radar, she teleported again to the tree where her swing was when she was a child. She had never been met with such hate and anger before in her life, no one ever mentioned her appearance, but looks don't really matter in the military, she was heart broken. She simply left her bundle of daisies on her swing and teleported back to her room on base. It was at this time that she realized she truly wasn't welcome in society anymore. She had been so removed from society for so long and had been around the military for so much of her life now that she realized that she simply couldn't function "normally" anymore. She had always dreamed of going home and showing her parents the good she had done in the world, and now, obviously, that would never happen. It was also that day that she accepted the promotion/invite to join a new black ops operation on the east coast in Maine. She had been putting this off for so long, mostly because she believed there was something here worth staying for, and now, there was nothing stopping her.

She took the rains of her own team for the first time, in Maine. Her group was monitoring other government groups of mutants, making sure that no one "got out of line" as they normally would say. The groups they were most concerned with were the Canadian government projects as their unruly mutant's would often "get lost" and wonder to their side of the boarder. Leaving her and her team for clean up after their exploits.

During one of these routine clean up runs Boo was attempting to track another mutant back over the boarder to be sure he was no longer a threat to the surrounding areas. This particular mutant had been giving the populace in the area a lot of headaches. Several reports had come in, in regard to this trouble maker, and her team had made it part of their practice to be sure he went back over the boarder after each report. While tracking him through the forest, getting closer and closer to the Canadian boarder the trouble maker decided to pull a U-Turn and try to make his way back into the states. Boo was having none of that, so she teleported to the nearest tree and inched down like a spider to catch him. She wasn't aware that one of her team mates had been following her and was trying to "prove his worth" by subduing this mut. He leapt in front of her before she could stop him and the mut snapped his neck in one go, just like twisting off a bottle cap. she teleported to behind him and went to disarm the mut, but before she could he spun around and punched her in the solar plexus which carried her well over 100ft, into the propane tank of the small house that happened to be in the area. She didn't remember much after that, but woke up in the medical ward of the base. Apparently her instincts upon impact and explosion of the tank teleported her back to her quarters on base. She had been burned, but not severely, and was told she would need to spend the next week under observation. She wasn't found till the rest of her team came back to base and checked her room since they were unable to find her anywhere else after the explosion. They had come looking for their other team member when they saw the explosion of the tank.

Once Boo came to her senses completely, she asked about the mut in question and what had happened. They informed her that the mut in question had fled the blast, and the blast had killed all of the members of the family who lived there.

When Boo had fully recovered her team was taken away from her because of the incident, but they wished to keep her in the service anyway. because the members of her team were all human, except for her, she caught much grief in "allowing" him to die, and killing an entire family of humans as well, she was ostracized within the corp. it got so bad that she was forced to move all of the furniture in her quarters against her door as people would come in and vandalize her quarters and her belongings with or without her being there. She had no use for the door anyway, and had no roommate because of her freakish nature.

Eventually, after several "mishaps" and trips to the infirmary, Boo's commanding officer decided it was best for her safety, and the safety of the troops that she operate alone and only be used in extreme circumstances. Needless to say she didn't get to get out much, and she jumped at anything that they would give her to do. She no longer viewed herself as a "person" thanks to this treatment; she simply viewed herself as a monster who they unleashed on poor unsuspecting victims.

Her commanding officer sent her a file on a man who was to be assassinated, the reason was classified. She did her homework on him, realized he had several body guards and it would be best to launch a surprise attack and not follow him and study him first. She was given strict orders that he was to be in his kitchen at 10p that night, and given blue prints to the house and grounds, she had gotten very good at detecting a space even by drawings due to the nature of her job. 9:30p all the light went out in the house and she teleported to the kitchen. All the lights were out so she climbed up the wall and stuck to the ceiling above the fridge where she was certain she would not be seen. Like clock work, at 9:57p the phone rang and was answered, and a couple minutes later she heard foot steps coming down the stairs towards the kitchen. She waited for him to come into the kitchen, but he seemed delayed for a second. 9:59p he finally made his way to the kitchen and picked up the phone, "yes... what is it?-" was all he got out. Boo leapt from the ceiling on top of him and slit his throat with her razor claws as he fell to the ground, but he didn't fall as she was used to seeing dead people fall, there was something in his arms and in that split second of her brain processing the screaming began. The Governor of Maine had his 6 year old daughter in his arms when Boo slit his throat. Upon the screaming starting Boo teleported back to her quarters and cried. It was the first time since she left her parents house for the last time that she had cried.

It was that night that she took off her uniform, took out her old clothes from the hospital, pulled out her leather trench she had bought in basic training in Berkeley, and left. The last anyone heard of her in the corps was the file she left on her commanding officers desk. There were no finger prints on it, no handwriting on it, just a simple stamp stating "complete" left on his desk waiting for him when he came into his office in the morning.

It was a long time before they realized that she was no longer in the building, being that she kept to herself and she was the only one who could get in and out of her quarters (her assignments were delivered via drop box). It wasn't until they had another assignment for her several months later that went unfulfilled that they realized she was no longer there. Gone like a whisper in the wind. no one really said too much about it, everything she could have used (besides herself) to gain access to the building was left in a neat pile on her bed, her uniform, her badge, her id cards, boots, bags, and all paper work. Just like she up and vanished into thin air like she never existed.

Being that now Boo had no home, no where to call her own, she decided to go back to Berkeley. She had already gone through basic there for Black Ops, it was as good a start as any. Berkeley always seemed to grow on her the few times she would blow through town, people seemed less judgmental and people kept to themselves more.

She truly became an animal of the city, scrounging for food in dumpsters, sleeping (when she felt like it) and staying in the Campanili (the clock tower on the UC Berkeley campus) and only roaming at night. She learned the city quickly and wondered the parks and city streets often, causing rumors among the street people of a demon roaming the streets of Berkeley. Boo was unaware of any of these rumors till she was spotted by a local tattoo artist known as Spike. Boo was rummaging in the dumpster behind the building that Zebra is attached to when Spike came out to throw out the trash. Boo was shocked as she believed all of the shops were closed, and fled to the corner of the ally. Spike, not seeing her face at first thought she was just another homeless gutter punk and attempted to coach her out of the corner. Boo just hissed at him, �You don�t understand, you will NEVER understand� just leave me in peace�� and with that looked up at him in the face. Spike took a couple steps back, trying to get his bearings first as to what exactly he was looking at.

Spike, after examining a bit, just shock his head and said, �what� so your blue? What�s so wrong with that really�?�

A bit taken aback at his words Boo just stood up and threw her jacket to the ground, reveling her tattoo work that went all the way up her arms and around her shoulders and seemed to continue to her chest and back. After bringing herself up to her full height and flexing all of her mussels a bit she crouched and hissed at him again. Spike�s eyes got wider and wider seeing that all of her skin was blue, and the tattoo work, and the claws and her tail he seemed frozen. She leapt up to the side of the wall and climbed up the shier part of the wall to the fire escape where she leapt again to the bar that brings the ladder down and caught it with her tail and lowered herself to directly behind him. All she did was whisper �Boo.�

Not quiet sure what to make of this whole situation, Spike just stood there for a few seconds taking it all in. After thinking for a few seconds he started to back up slowly, then he just said, �That�s some killer ink you got there� how many tat�s do you have?�

Not sure what to do, Boo just hung there for a second, staring at him. No one really had ever asked about her tattoos before, but granted, she didn�t start the tradition of her tattoos till she went to Maine. Her face softened a bit and she released her tail, doing a full summersault to the ground. She walked closer to him and attempted to get behind him to where her jacket was. They did an awkward shuffle back and forth before Boo was able to get to her jacket and pick it up off the ground and dusted it off. �I�ve lost track of how many I have�� she said before putting her jacket back on.

Spike just looked down at his arms, also covered in tattoo�s, �I can see how that could happen,� he said as he looked up at her and gave a questioning look to Boo, �how far around do they go?�

Exasperated at his question, Boo started to walk back down the ally with a heavy sigh. Spike shouted after her, �HEY! Where are you going?�

�To Rasputin�s,� Boo tossed over her shoulder. �Why? Did you want to go?� She sneered sarcastically.

�Hell ya I want to go! But isn�t that place closed by now? It is awfully late,� as Spike checked his watch to see that it was well past 12a at this point.

Rolling her eyes at Spike, Boo walked over to him and touched him and suddenly they were standing in the middle of Rasputin�s. �There. Have fun,� she said to him as she started to walk over to the stairs to go down to the classical section. Spike having no clue what just happened just stood there for a good minute before saying a word. Not hearing anything from him for that minute, Boo stopped and looked at him, �Do we have a problem?�

Spike just stood there blinking for a few more seconds, and then said, �oh� uhhhhh� no. No problem. Just� how did we get here exactly? Weren�t we just�? And we just�? What the fuck? Oh, I know what it must be, you must be one of those� crap� what do the professors call those things� crap. I just heard about it to� shit.�

�Mutants? Is that the word you�re looking for?� Boo spat back at him.

�Oh� yeah� that�s it�� Spike replied, rather meekly, thinking that he must have offended this odd� creature, in some way.

�Well yeah� look. I need some new ink done, you work for Zebra, let�s say that I get you�� as Boo gestured around the place, �stuff� and in trade you get me some new ink. Will that at least make you shut up and not blab this around the whole goddamn town?�

Spike just stood there for a second thinking about his options, �Well really I don�t see why not, but�� as Spike looked her up and down, �you obviously can�t come in during normal working hours.�

�You didn�t find me during normal working hours did you?� Boo questioned him.

Spike just chuckled to himself, �Yeah, ok, you got a point. Ok� sounds like a deal to me...,� as he shuffled his feet back and forth, �did you want to shake on it or do you not have�� as he trailed off looking down at his own hands.

Spike looked up and was eye to eye with Boo. Startled Spike jumped back to see a blue hand being extended to him, with 5 fingers with extremely long nails attached. �Deal. The name�s Boo by the way,� she said.

Spike took her hand and shock it firmly, �OK, they call me Spike.�

All Boo did was snicker, �Yeah I know�� and then went back to the stairs to go get her music.

Since then, Boo paid several visits to Spike, and had even more tattoos done. Now both of her arms, entire chest and back are covered in tribal tattoos. One for each mission she completed, person killed, and person lost. She commonly refers to them as her memories.

Boo has spent the last 2 years of her life residing in Berkeley, reading anything she can get her hands of, and trying to stay out of harms way.