Maki Miyako

*"Si vis pacem para bellum."*

## Biography

*Most information written here unless otherwise specified is personal history and technically public knowledge. This does not mean it is well-known, but rather, can be found relatively easily with a detailed search of her family name.*

Maki was born on May 8th, 1993, in the United States in Canton to first-generation Japanese immigrants. Her parents, Hayami and Goro Miyako, were just bordering on the poverty line at the time of her birth and as such, she was born at home with her elderly grandmother as a midwife. As a baby, her parents praised what an 'easy' baby she was. Rarely cried, hardly fussed, incredibly passive. Though the rare fits of upset she had were horrendous; screaming until her little vocal cords were raw and raspy, borderline inconsolable for hours on end and nobody knew why... Though it might have been related to sudden bright lights or sounds that had given her a sensory jolt. Sensory overload, of course, is not fun for anybody. Her milestones as she grew were odd and offset; some earlier than others, some far later. She didn't speak until she was four years old when she spoke a short but fluent sentence in direct response to her father, and she never rolled or crawled, but started walking on her own when she was one year old and saw a bright yellow fruit on the table that piqued her interest. She never really played with toys, but to this day still has a stuffed rabbit that her grandmother sewed for her when she was two, now ragged and falling apart at the seams, stitched together over and over again. She always did love rabbits.

As she grew, however, she exhibited advanced intelligence in many subjects despite her tendency for silence; mathematics and sciences of all kinds, she could write and recite histories entirely from memory without ever referring back to the books and articles after reading them merely once. She could fly through the heaviest books in a matter of hours at the absolute most-- and that includes analysis time. Most importantly to her, however... is technology. Computers, mechanics, circuitry, and everything extending or in between. If it's technology, she excels. It fascinates her and she could spend weeks at a time focusing on one little piece of human tech, let alone alien technology. Enough so, that when she lost her arm she was quick to build her own completely out of technology and make it a part of herself without a second thought.

Yet most *artistic* subjects, to her, are confusing-- she doesn't see the deeper meaning in an abstract painting even when explained to her, but she enjoys the colours anyways. Metaphors are often lost until thought about in a logical way, and then she will never forget them. Music, to her, is a pleasant feeling in her chest whether it's upbeat club music or a sad song, and she rarely pays attention to the lyrics at all. When she does, though, she analyzes them to death and hears them from a literal standpoint rather than a song, and she has no interest in 'plain' poetry. It is for this reason that she struggled to obtain scholarships. She excelled higher than anybody else in logistics, but often struggled with true creativity. After all, Inner City public schools don't have much for resources, and they most certainly don't allow much room for scientific experimentation, now do they?

All of this, however, made her a perfect candidate for recruiters. Impoverished, yet light years beyond her age in intelligence, and a hard worker to boot. All they had to do was dangle the promise of scholarships and college funding in front of her like a steak to a starving hound, and when she was eighteen, she enlisted officially in the U.S. Army. She never truly thought she would see active combat, not really. She expected to be in some sort of logistics division, working behind the lines-- but she was a good little soldier. She went where she was told and she rarely, if ever, argued. A few months after her twenty-sixth birthday, she was honorably discharged from the U.S. Army due to injuries sustained in active combat that prevented her from further continuing active duty.

**CLASSIFIED INFORMATION BETWEEN THE LINES: HIGH OMEGA WATCH AND GOVERNMENT CLEARANCE KNOWLEDGE**

In late 2015, she was twenty-two years old and temporarily home on leave in her home in Baltimore when that mist was released into the air. Carried high into the open windows of her apartment as chaos unleashed throughout the city, she was debilitated, at least for the moment. Imagine you had very sensitive sensory processing protocols, and suddenly your brain was absolutely overwhelmed with information that you had been mulling over for weeks, your muscles throbbed and ached and tensed, and a strong flow of energy burst through your endocrine system all at once, paired with the sounds of panic and confusion and more just outside your window. Maki shut down for days, waiting for the migraines to subside and the aching pain to dissipate, but she didn't have much time-- chaos meant she had to go back to work damn near immediately. After all... She was the smartest one there, wasn't she? She can now speak no less than six languages, and read in eight, and her once-perfect memory was now completely photographic. Things that even she couldn't understand once before now made perfect sense... But she still struggles a little with those damned abstract paintings.

She completed every order to absolute perfection because she had never known anything less, and she would always go above and beyond even when she disagreed, because she was following orders. She was more intelligent than ever, stronger than even the cream of the crop of soldiers, and could damn near dodge a *literal* bullet. She had a keen eye for detail, and it made her an excellent shot when she could rely on her oversensitive eyes and ears. With physical training and proper nutrition, she went from a frail little girl to one hell of a strong woman, though never anything truly extraordinary. So her leave ended early, and she returned to base. From that day, she continued to climb at an exceedingly rapid pace, and by the time she was twenty-three, she was a Staff Sergeant. When she was twenty-four, she completed the year-long training to become a Green Beret, otherwise known as Special Operations. She was swiftly placed into MOS training and slotted into a new position, MOS-18C; better known as an Engineer Sergeant. A combat role still, with demolition raids, sabotage, explosives, field construction, and *plenty* more. Some were humanitarian in effort, both overseas and at home; others were top secret, black out missions. There are very few things she hasn't done nowadays, things she hasn't built, and even less she hasn't seen... And she is sworn to silence on almost all of it.

She was honorably discharged in early 2020 after her convoy ran over a well-hidden IED. She lost her left arm, her hearing, and her eyesight and nervous system were both damaged. Despite retaining her intelligence and most of her strength, she could no longer properly do her job. So, after healing, she was transferred to Omega Watch where she now stays as a Chief Technology Officer and Engineer. With their resources and hers combined, she was able to build herself an entirely new arm unlike any non-alien technology seen before. It moves and functions as fluid as human and interacts with her nervous system via embedded sensors, with a removeable silicone layer that guises as skin when she needs to mask her arm, and a retractable concealed wrist-blade in the inner wrist. She also uses standard hearing aids and wears contact lenses.

**CURRENTLY UNKNOWN INFORMATION BELOW: POSSIBLE TO BE OBSERVED WITH APPROPRIATE STATS**

* Undiagnosed PTSD; symptoms onset approximately four months post-discharge. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, mild alcohol dependence, avoidance during discussions of military history, dissociation, 'flashbacks', nightmares, concealed paranoia, irritability, 'jumpiness', and occasional inexplicable distress.
* Undiagnosed, but incredibly obvious, high-functioning autism. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, hyperfixation, special interests, physical self-stims, struggle displaying emotions, improper emotional response, high logistic intelligence, aversion to speech, sensory aversions, and aversion to eye contact.

## Physical Features

* Approximately 5'4" and 150 pounds.
* Long, thick, black-brown hair that is usually tied up into a tight bun.
* Rarely, if ever, wears noticeable makeup, but will sometimes wear foundation to cover the birthmarks and scars on her face.
* Fully functioning left arm composed of steel and black bio-plastic. Circuitry is visible at the inner hydraulic joints. The arm is *unnaturally* strong and sturdy, and incredibly well-built.
* Covered from neck to ankle in traditional Japanese-style tattoos in solid black ink.
* Has a faint Japanese accent; often sounds somewhat monotone and seems to have a generally blank expression.
* Several patchy, red birthmarks on face and body beneath tattoos.
* Often tries to keep as much skin covered as possible with long clothing.
* Usually seems noticeably tired, including dark circles beneath her eyes.
* Many, many scars of many, many different kinds. Stab wounds, bullet wounds, burns. Most are faded or hidden by her tattoos, but some are more visible.
* Distinct, defined muscles. Legs, butt, back, abdomen, right arm, shoulders; all of them. When clothed she appears to be somewhat small but curvy unless wearing tight-fitting clothing-- which she usually doesn't.
* Right hand appears to look quite delicate, but is calloused and incredibly strong when grabbed in, for example, a handshake.
* Has a distinct scent of hot metal and plastic and some *questionable* incendiary chemicals, covered up (badly) by spearmint and eucalyptus.

## Personality

Maki is often relatively stoic in public and at work, but a bit more relaxed at home or in private. Perhaps she seems like a bit of a prude, though is always generally calm and either lost in thought or hyper-focused... But sometimes can get *very* excitable, usually over tech. However, she can also occasionally seem quite distant and out of it, with a distinct 'thousand yard stare' at times. Incredibly reluctant to get truly close to people, and heavily dislikes being touched most of the time. She reacts *terribly* to being spooked-- violently on occasion. She absolutely does *not* enjoy having her back to a room. If she can't sit with her back to a wall, she usually won't sit at all. A common quirk is that she has a habit of reciting quotes from historical figures or even video game characters without specifying, usually when emotions are involved. She struggles to verbally express emotion and often uses quotes as a form of expression.

## Powers and Abilities

Maki has no distinct powers, but she is *extraordinarily* intelligent, and with a massive amount of resources in both money and material form, there is little she can't build if she has the time to sit down and play with it. It is her main feature; no longer serving in the U.S. Army due to injuries preventing her from being fully effective in active combat and doing her dedicated job, she is now a Tech Officer and Engineer for Omega Watch. However, she is still incredibly strong, fluid in movement, and can hang onto her energy quite a bit longer than most average people could. She is not a particularly good aim with a rifle nowadays thanks to damaged eyesight, nor is she particularly perceptive due to a lack of hearing, but still quite apt at close-up combat. After all, a steel fist packs one hell of a punch-- especially with a few thousand pounds of force behind it.

***Intelligence 3** | Strength 2 | Agility 2 | Stamina 1*

*Resources | Fists*

*Weakness - Senses*

## Equipment

Maki often carries a collapsible advanced first aid kit, a spare flannel shirt, a water bottle or thermos, a light flannel blanket, hair ties, her wallet, smartphone, a small ziploc bag of dry rice, and a leather glove. Her left arm is composed entirely of steel, circuitry, and bio-plastic, weighing approximately nine pounds, and has a retractable, concealed wrist-blade embedded within. The arm is not removeable by anyone but a small team of trained professionals due to the nervous sensors attached directly to what remains of her 'real' arm. It is ***not*** alien technology.

If she is on duty in a *guard or other combat role*, she also wears a fully loaded Kevlar vest and tac-belt, carries a tactical grade short-barrel shotgun (because who needs to aim with buckshot or a slug at short range?), and carries a gas mask clipped to her belt.

## Relationships

No known *non-working* relationships... yet.