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Stryfe

The current leader of the Invictus, known for her prowess as a tactician.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Saarai

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Built and bred for war. The Invictus are an elite paramilitary company.

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The current head of the Invictus known for her tactical prowess and polyamorous love life.


Real Name: Fatin Alfarsi.
Alias: Stryfe.
Allegiance: The Invictus.
Sex: Female.
Race: Saudi national of Chinese/Lebanese/Persian descent.
Age: 33.
Height: 5'10".
Weight: 183 lbs.
Appearance: Stryfe is a tall Middle Eastern woman who appears to be in her late 20s with an athletic build. Often her long black hair is tied up, never allowed to hang loosely on or around her shoulders. The woman's brown skin is seemingly without blemish, save for the several visible scars on the left corner of her mouth and cheek.

When visible, one can see that her back is completely covered in a single large tattoo of angel wings.

Personality: While she is very soft-spoken and good humored, one should not take that as a sign of weakness. Fatin is anything but weak. The woman has a strong will and a low tolerance for bullies. She takes a casual stance in regards to sex, frequently showing off her seductive nature towards men and women alike.

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Occupation: CEO of the Invictus PMC.
Family:
Fahim Alfarsi - Father.
Maryam Alfarsi - Mother; deceased.

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So begins...

Stryfe's Story

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Stryfe pushed the front door open slowly, the Arab woman soon taking a step or two inside. She stood just inside the bar, assault rifle on her back, pistols on her hips. Paramilitary gear, black turtleneck, and sand colored camouflage cargo pants making up her attire. The woman stood at about 5'10, her gloves bearing the symbol of the Invictus PMC. "Hm... let's see what's up." Fatin said, looking around the room.

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Stryfe moved farther into the bar, scanning everyone present at least three times. The Middle Eastern mercenary headed towards the bar counter, her gaze landing on Furatari, then on Dallas for a second. "Eh..." She muttered, turning her eyes on Aequitas Et Veritas. There were many people she hadn't seen before, or maybe they were just people that she couldn't remember. She and the Invictus had been gone for awhile. Amassing an army.

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Stryfe jumped at the sight and sound of the Motoko android, "Gah! Oh..." Stryfe said, clearing her throat. "Several new recruits? Eh... go on." The mercenary commander said with a nod. "Permission granted."

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Stryfe patted the Beretta on her right hip with a nod, "Jane?" She asked no-one in particular. "Maybe I should tell The Irishman about a potential, him or Izu-Izu." The woman said, stroking her chin in thought. "Very well. I want any and all information you can give me on this... Jane."

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Stryfe raised an eyebrow, she had heard of things like this. Never put this way though. "Her three sizes?" Stryfe asked, very interested now. "Please, tell me about these three sizes."

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Stryfe coughed into her gloved hands, "That's what you meant...?" She asked, "I didn't really need to know that information. I'm sure it'll be useful when getting her some gear if she ever joins the Invictus, or at least decides to work alongside us." The Arab mercenary said.

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Stryfe nodded at that, "I'll approve of her as a recruit. No promises on if she'll be guaranteed a place among one of our squads." Fatin said this seriously, "She'll need to prove herself, to me, to Izumi, to Kazen, to the whole clan. I want to see her fight one day."

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Stryfe gave the robot a nod, "You're dismissed." Fatin said, soon making her way across to the bar counter. She plopped herself down on a stool, readjusting the assault rifle on her back. She raised her right wrist up, talking into the communication device on it. "This is Stryfe, tell Izumi I need to speak to him."

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Stryfe and the Custodis Benevolentia would push open the front doors to the bar and head inside. As usual, they were dressed in their black paramilitary clothing, armed with their heavily modified Colt M4 carbines, and today they numbered in at 15, minus Stryfe. Stryfe herself stood at the forefront of the mercenaries, her mildly attractive face hiding the trained mercenary on the inside for the time being. She and the mercenaries moved away from the door as not to block it, glancing around at everyone present.

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Stryfe pulled her pistol and aimed it Jane, her actions prompting the other mercenary soldiers to do the same. All 15 assault rifles ready to be fired. "Oh... sorry about that." Stryfe told Jane as she lowered her pistol, gesturing for the others to do the same, to which they complied. "Yes... I'm Fatin Alfarsi, known as Stryfe by my comrades."

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Stryfe shrugged a shoulder, offering a nod to one of her mercenaries. "Sure." Stryfe told Jane, "Show me what you can do." The mercenary she gave the nod too would hand her a sheathed blade, "Fight me. Try not to destroy the room. Keep it isolated." Stryfe said, shrugging her rifle off of her back, soon pulling the blade from it's place. "Have at me."

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Stryfe looked to her feet, she would mumble something under her breath and soon end up sliding across the room rather quickly. She then turned and looked to Jane, "Made me want to move quick... okay." She said, charging towards Jane.

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Stryfe let her eyes get wide at the wall now up in front of her, before she could stop completely she was slamming into it. She managed to cushion the blow enough, but she was surprised at the creative nature of her opponent. Most people didn't think to do such a thing. "Impressive... already I know you'll make a great... recruit." Stryfe held her blade to her side, a mercenary soon grabbing hold of it and putting it away. "I've seen enough. But, I would like to see more up against a real opponent out to kill you."

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Stryfe nodded at that, she and the mercenaries moving to give Jane her space. "If things get too bad, we're coming in." Stryfe called out to Jane. Her gaze being turned on Krycis, "Custodis Benevolentia, be prepared for a lengthy battle."

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Stryfe stood outside of the bar for a few moments, heavily modifed Invictus assault rifle in hand, both her longswords on her back, and her medium Invictus armor shining in whatever light was on the woman. She readied her rifle, letting the sound of the first round being chambered echo for a moment. "Cy, I'm going in." Stryfe said, picking up an object from the ground, a helmet. She pulled the helmet over her head, the T-shaped visor it utilized seeming to light up for a quick second. It's HUD had turned on, Stryfe was ready for combat. She pushed open the doors with her shoulder and then took a couple steps inside, ready for anything that was about to be thrown her way.

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Stryfe raised her assault rifle towards Oblivion, she locked onto the less armored areas of his body and left off three shots. As soon as those were in the air, she was strafing to the right, firing off another three shots at the least armored parts of his body. She knew that something, somewhere would connect. Her gear seemed to plant itself onto the ground, keeping her from floating upwards at the absence of Terra's gravity within the bar. With a smile, hidden behind her helmet, she opened fire a few more times. The bullets flying with a green energy surrounding them this time. Making them able to tear through all kinds of metals like cardboard.

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Stryfe slid backwards, narrowly avoiding the blaster fire. Though taking a few glancing blows to her armored legs, she wasn't expecting anything like that. This would be noted for future engagements. She dropped her assault rifle, instead opting to grab her blades from her back. They would glow for a quick second and soon the woman was lunging in the air towards Oblivion, slashing with one weapon and defending with the other.

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Stryfe slammed back into the ground, her feet leaving marks. She allowed her HUD to follow Oblivion as he flew away. She slammed both her blades against the ground, her suit working to fight off whatever force was messing her computers within the suit. "Maybe next time." Stryfe said with a chuckle, both hands on her helmet, slowly pulling it from her head to reveal the face of the Arab woman.

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Stryfe pulled her blades from the ground and then slid them into the sheathes on her back. She turned slowly on a heel and began walking towards the exit, helmet tucked under an arm. She casually picked up her assault rifle as she moved, her mission was accomplished, for now. She would indeed be back.

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Stryfe stepped into the bar with six members of the Invictus' Custodis Benevolentia following behind her. As usual, they wore their black military gear, carried their assault rifles, and all kept their indifferent facial expressions. Stryfe glanced around the bar, she hadn't been the most social person, so she hadn't met anyone outside of the Invictus. The Middle Eastern mercenary solder stood at the entrance, offering a nod to those she came with. Prompting them to head over to a table and sit. "Allah, how must one go about this...? I do not know how to speak to these people."

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Stryfe looked to Yaenelle and Disconnect as they headed up the stairs. She didn't spot any wedding rings, so of course she made a face that held nothing but disgust. With a shake of her head, she headed over to the bar counter and plopped herself down on a stool. She looked towards the bartender and waved him/her/it over. "Tea." Fatin said simply, leaving it at that.

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Stryfe says,
 “ [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHnGwDy2y6s]Best Song Ever[/url] ”

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Stryfe sat sipping her tea, as the player of the character has nothing better to type.

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Stryfe would hop out of the black SUV that she rode in to get to the bar, again she was dressed in her medium battle gear, helmet under one arm, assault rifle slung on her back. Behind her, Izumi would follow in his light armor and trench coat, with a few members of the Custodis Benevolentia following them towards the bar. Having exited a van or two nearby. Stryfe pushed the door open and stood aside as Izumi stepped in, upon entering he looked to Sophia. The teenage mercenary waved towards her and then gave her a smile, "I'll be back down in a bit." He said to her, "Not feeling too well." He said before heading to the stairs and ascending them quickly, leaving Stryfe and fourteen other members of the Custodis Benevolentia to wander the bar.

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Stryfe raised a hand, a gesture and the movement of only her index finger into a motion that imitated a hook would prompt the mercenaries with her to stand right behind her. "Hayyaa." The mercenary woman said in her native tongue. Taking several steps towards the counter, she dropped her helmet on it and then leaned against the surface. Figuring that her weight plus the weight of all her gear would just crush a stool. "Okay, defensive positions." Stryfe said to the mercenaries. They would soon begin to spread out, some standing near the exits, some near the staircase and on the staircase, some just in random places.

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