Sombra

Sombra

* Current
* Sombra
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Full Name
Jasmine Pereira

Aliases
GlitchCrazeGoblin (S1-S4)Loosecannon (S5)

Biographical Information

Age
18 (Pre-S3)18 (S3)21 (S4)22 (Post-S4)27 (S5)

Race
Filipino

Species
Human Mutate

Place of Birth
Philippines

Relationships
Mother (Unnamed)Father (Unnamed)

Relationship Status
Single

Physical Description

Gender
Female

Height
5'8

Weight
134 Pounds

Hair Color
Jet Black with white strands

Eye Color
Grey

Power Grid

Intelligence
Tier 4

Strength
Tier 3(+)

Durability
Tier 2(+)

Speed
Tier 3(+)

Energy Projection
Tier 4(+)

Fighting Skills
Tier 5

**Opening Data**
Born seventh in a family of ten boys, Jasmine Pereira had to be resourceful in order to get what she wants. Little of her childhood is known apart from the meager pension her mother received after her father died. She was six years old when the Pereira family was forced to move to a poor neighborhood in the outskirts of the São Paulo state.
She only caught the authorities' attention when she was 16, after her mother reported that she had been missing. A year later, Jasmine was arrested miles away on robbery charges in Rio de Janeiro. Remaining poised and displaying intellect throughout the process, Jasmine impressed the judge in charge of her case. He was lenient towards her age and character, which, he claimed, showed potential for social-educational reform. He gave Jasmine the choice between entering a juvenile reformatory (FEBEM) and working with BOPE in Rio de Janeiro.
Sensing protection for her deviant predisposition, Jasmine accepted to become a BOPE criminal informant. During her time, Jasmine dawn the code name 'Sombra' and noticeably gained an in-depth knowledge in making computer viruses.
**Opening Psychological Profile**
Sombra excels at extracting information from suspects. Albeit using controversial methods undermining BOPE protocol, she was a key interrogator during the 2010 Rio de Janeiro Security Crisis. Her brutal behavior on the field suggests she may be suffering from an anti-social personality disorder.
**Opening Current Status**
Sombra is on a convert operation with Lunar Enterprises in aid with diplomatic welfare against the company.
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**Opening Mission Data: Japanese Party Crasher**
Sombra hated petticoats.
Corsets too, but she grinned at how she’d put the space under and within the stolen dress to good use. Her braids were concealed beneath a ridiculous feathered bonnet that was the latest fashion in the slums of Tokyo. Sombra sashayed between the wedding guests, keeping her smile fixed and trying not to scream at the dead-eyed people surrounding her. It took an effort of will not to grab each one by the shoulder and try to shake them awake.
Sombra had come here to get all explodey on the observatory atop Count Nara’s mansion, but when she’d seen there was a wedding underway... well, that was too good an opportunity for mayhem to pass it up. The count had spared no expense in making his daughter’s party a grand spectacle. The cream of Tokyo society was here; the heads of the major clans, lauded tech artificers, and even fat Nicodemus had managed to finagle an invite. The Warden-Prefect looked like an overstuffed Pikachu in his dress uniform, chest puffed out and beady eyes ogling the sprawling buffet table. Music from a small orchestra drifted over the wedding guests, so slow and ponderous it made Sombra want to yawn. She’d take the foot-stomping, spin-around-till-it-made-you-sick music of Zaun any day.
A liveried waiter passed her, bearing a silver tray of fluted glasses filled with something golden and fizzy. She took one in each hand, spinning away with a grin. Flying foam stained the backs of dresses and frock coats of nearby guests and Sombra sniggered.
“Drink up,” she said and knocked back what was left in the glasses.
She bent awkwardly and set the glasses on the mosaic floor, right in the path of oncoming dancers. Cliques of society ladies turned to sneer at her coarseness, and Sombra covered her mouth in mock, wide-eyed embarrassment. “Sorry, I accidentally did that on purpose.”
She skipped on and helped herself to some weird looking fish-things from another waiter’s platter. She tossed them into the air and managed to catch at least one in her mouth. A few fell into her enhanced cleavage and she plucked them out with the glee of a sump-scrapper who’d found something shiny in the ooze.
“You thought you could get away from me, fishy-fishes!” she said, wagging a finger at each morsel. “Well, you were wrong.”
Sombra stuffed the food into her mouth and readjusted her dress. She wasn’t used to this much up top, and stifled a giggle at what she had stuffed down there. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled, and she looked up to see a man staring at her from the edge of the chamber. He was good-looking in a stiff sort of way and wore nice, formal clothes, but was so obviously a warden that he might as well have had a sign around his neck. She turned and pushed deeper into the throng of guests filling the chamber.
She reached the buffet table and sucked in an impressed breath as she saw the towering wedding cake; a frosted masterwork of pink fondant, whipped cream and lacework caramel. A replica of the Tower of Techmaturgy in sponge, jam, and sweet pastry. Jinx reached out, lifted a ladle from the punch bowl, and scooped out a cave in the sponge. She tipped it out onto the floor, licked the ladle clean and tossed it back onto the table. She saw a number of the guests looking at her funny and bared her teeth in her best, manic grin. Maybe they thought she was mad. Maybe they were right.
Sombra shrugged. Whatever.
She reached down into her décolletage and pulled out four chompers. She stuffed three deep into the hole she’d scooped in the cake and dropped the other in the punch bowl.
Sombra strolled along the length of the table, pulling out another two chompers and depositing them in various dishes. One went in a copper soup tureen, the other replaced the apple in the mouth of a suckling pig. Her dress was a lot looser without the additional baggage upstairs, and as she pulled down the side zipper, Sombra spotted the good-looking man she’d earlier pegged as a warden making a beeline for her through the guests.
“About time,” she said, spotting another four, gussied-up wardens, three women and a man, converging on her. “Oooh, and you brought friends too!”
Sombra reached around to the small of her back and pulled the knot securing the petticoats around her narrow waist. The bottom half of her dress sank to the floor as her corset fell away to surprised gasps of the men and women around her.
Revealed in her black leggings, ammo-belted shorts and vest top, Sombra ripped off the bonnet and shook her hair loose. She reached down and swung Loco up from where it had been concealed beneath her dress, and hoisted the weapon up to her shoulder.
“Hey folks!” she yelled, leaping onto the buffet table and drawing Zapper from her thigh-holster. “Hope you’re all hungry...”
Sombra spun on her heel and fired a crackling bolt of energy down the table to the chomper in the pig’s mouth.
“‘Cause this buffet is to die for!”
The chomper exploded, draping the nearest guests in ribbons of scorched meat and fat. A chain reaction of detonations followed. The tureen blasted into the air to drench scores of guests in hot beef soup. The punch bowl blew up next, and then the climax of the detonations; the wedding cake.
The three chompers inside detonated simultaneously and the towering confection launched into the air like a rocket. It almost reached the stained glass ceiling before it arced over and nosedived back to the floor. Guests scattered as the giant cake exploded on impact, and fondant fragments flew in all directions. Screaming guests ran from the blasts, slipping and tumbling in patches of gooey cream and sizzling punch.
“Seriously,” said Sombra, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face. “Screaming helps nothing.”
She walked down the ruined buffet table and fired combined six bullets from Loco that blew out the nearest window. Iron bolts from hand crossbows flashed past her to embed in the walls, but Sombra laughed as she leapt through the shattered window frame to land in the garden beyond. She rolled back to her feet and pulled up short. She’d had an escape route sort of planned out, but looking toward the Nara Mansion’s entrance, she saw a tall, gleaming ring-rider that looked like it’d be a ton of fun to steal.
“Now, that I gotta try...”
She slung Loco over her shoulder and elbowed a host of gawping Nara footmen out the way, settling into the disc-runner’s hand-tooled leather saddle.
“So how do you start this thing?” she said, staring at the bewildering array of ivory knobs, brass-rimmed dials and gem-like buttons on the control panel in front of her.
“Time for a little trial and error!”
Sombra hauled back on the nearest lever and hit the biggest, reddest button she could see. The machine throbbed beneath her, spooling up with a rising whine and hum of building power. Blue light spun around the outer edges of the wide disc as the main doors to the mansion slammed open. Stern voices yelled at her to stop. Like that was going to happen! The stabilizer struts retracted into the gleaming frame and Sombra whooped with manic glee as the disc-runner shot away from the mansion like a super mega death rocket.
“See ya!” she yelled over her shoulder. “Awesome party!”

She can use dual katanas and any normal human would be insane to wield such an impractical fighting method, but Sombra is insane enough to be this unorthodox. Moreover, she’s shockingly effective with this method, as well as having had combat experience with knives and other blades from her time in BOPE, she could probably give the US Delta Force a run for its money. As such, she most likely utilizes a combination of kendo (or other forms of kenjutsu) and kali/escrima, as the former maximizes the effectiveness of katanas while the latter maximizes the effectiveness of dual melee weapons by emphasising their sheer speed.
She usually uses her Loko, dual-wields pistols, or submachine guns. Though she is fond of spraying gunfire without thought for accuracy and precision, she is definitely capable of incredible marksmanship. She also occasionally uses her guns as impromptu clubs, so one can consider gun-fu as one of her fighting styles, even if it’s not real.
Sombra don’t rely on technical techniques or any that requires a great deal of movement and expended energy. Instead, she combine the most barebones yet effective and simple fundamental techniques from styles like Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Japanese jujutsu, Chinese Qinna (or Chin Na, a set of techniques focusing on joint locks), boxing, and wrestling, all of which are renowned for their effectiveness in simple self-defence circumstances. More likely than not, BOPE utilize Krav Maga. This style is often torn apart for being not a true martial art or severely overrated, but it’s been proven to make quick work of all but the most proficient fighters if utilized properly and with enough aggressiveness, as it has simple strategies like maim the opponent using groin shots, biting, gouging, throat strikes, elbows to the temples and the like. Now, one would think that Sombra ignores these ideas as she frequently uses fancy and highly energetic acrobatic and tricking movements in fights, but that is mainly due to her crazed mind demanding that she acts as unpredictable as possible.