Desperate to show her best friend Abby that she was prepared to be more than a punk kid, Scrambler sought out the legendary monster Seven, who granted her wish to be able to enlist into the Ministry despite being too young- on the warning that every favor comes with a price. After months of intense training, mental conditioning, and physical alterations of having her wings removed, she was officially accepted into the most brutally efficient military known to the history of the planet... and that is where things began to go wrong. Loss after misfortune followed her posting, her fellows either dying in raids, or her posts getting steadily more violent, until she was stationed somewhere far from Abby, in the cold grip of the Nightlands. Though it was to be a routine reconnaissance mission, they were ambushed by a guerilla force of bears from the ruined colony of Korvulgr.
Suffering heavy casualties, the scout troop fell back and received cover fire from the base nearby. Scrambler was reposted back into the Toride after the battle, and was to undergo psychological testing for post-traumatic stress disorder. When she went to visit her father on her first break from being on-duty for six months, the apartment was bare. Confused and dismayed, Marjory began to look up records from her family-- yet all records of her father, mother, and sister had been wiped from the Ministry records. Her memories of the girl called Abby were all but gone from her Unity-conditioned mind. The price of her favor as warned by Seven was finally made clear- Marjory was alone.
She can still be seen patrolling through the ranks, but she is a different person now- blank and dangerous; a cog in the machine, a bullet in the gun... a knuckle in the fist that is Unity.
"I come with that ol' loco / Style from my vocal / Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals / I'm no joker! Play me as a joker / Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke y-"
"Shut it, Mr. Rude!"
Player: Gasmask
Link: http://earwig.deviantart.com/
Character Name: Marjory "Scrambler" Miller
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Species: Chimpanzee/Ivory Gull
Height/Weight: 4'8" / 134 lbs.
Social Status: UniClass
Physical Description: The first thing noticed about Scrambler is she's short. Really short. Just into her teens and already finished with her initial growth spurt, it's clear that genetics weren't vertically favorable when she was born into the world. Standing at a straight-backed 4'8", the chimpgull's stature is decidedly stocky, incredibly dense muscle under a lingering layer of babyfat, covered in thick, heavy clothing that does nothing to accentuate what feminine shape she may have under it.
The hybrid is a smattering of brown-black fur and glossy white feathers, her head a laughable plume of white atop her skull, trained into a lazy mohawk and soaked in obnoxious fire-engine red. Her bald chimpy face is mostly untouched by her bird heritage, but she gets thin pinfeathers over her eyebrows and cheeks now and again that she usually plucks out. Her right eyebrow has two anodized blue titanium loops pierced through it, and the skin around her yellow eyes is usually heavily painted with black, neon green, and neon blue. Sprouting from her shoulders are sharp, narrow gull wings, snow-white except for the third flight feather from the top, dyed the same red as the ends of her mohawk. The wingholes in the back of the jacket are much larger than what Scrambler needs, so the holes are partially duct taped closed, reinforced with messy stitching of wires.
The neon-yellow and black fireman's jacket passes over her knees, resting over tight black pants and large red and black boots. While it looks like she may have mugged the items off of a member of the law (and she probably has a dozen stories about that), her seagull (and artificially hybridized equine) father is actually a volunteer with the Toride Emergency Service, Fire Brigade 34. He finds her eccentric style a silly, fun thing, and supports her and her half-sister's passionate rebellion, much to their utter fury.
Her mother and half-sister, both purebred chimps with Outerclass status, are under constant Ministry scrutiny, and Scrambler gets to see them every other week on secure visits, usually with a White as escort. Scrambler's teachers often give her pamphlets to pass along to her mother and sister, as well as teach her ways to encourage their hybridization, but Scrambler rarely carries through with it, or if she does, she does it completely half-heartedly.
Propped up on her shoulder with one feather-backed hand is the most notable feature on her small, frumpy frame- a machine of gleaming metal and blue glowing runner lights, painted with a hastily scrawled "MR. RUDE" along the side of it. This contraption is perhaps Scrambler's number one claim to (not too much) fame, as while it's widely known as an expensive, unusual ghetto blaster with limited AI, it also works as a highly focused cannon of sonic destruction, gifted to her by "a friend in tha deeps", as she calls them. Mr. Rude seems to be Scrambler's best friend, and she's often seen chatting with him, his smooth, bassy voice easily recognizable. Despite the conversations she carries out with him, his AI is far too limited to hold the semblance of natural communication, and so the conversations can and will loop before long.
Personality: Scrambler is, after all is said and done, very predictable. If she thinks she can get away with something, she will. If she thinks her parents don't like something she's doing, she'll do it more. Reverse psychology works wonders on her. She's not stupid- in fact, she's really rather smart- but she is gullible, and that makes her one frustrated gal. One word of advice to avoid her sudden, fiery wrath- just don't call her a flying monkey.
Weapons: Since Mr. Rude can't be used often in fights, as he causes rather wholesale destruction, Scrambler's learned to use her dense chimpanzee muscle mass to good use, pummeling into schoolmates and authority figures alike, with hooting, howling ape-rage, and decidedly untrained methods of flailing and eye-gouging.
Misc: Scrambler flies with JaJa on the Cricket, as one of her pirate crewmembers, though her parents think it's an afterschool job that Scrambler holds as an unloader for a cargo vessel. Scrambler has enough brains not to tell them the truth, of course, though sometimes it's hard to explain away the occasional plasma burns and scrapes she gets from fighting rival crews.