Leif Adamson (Prestige 2)

Name: Leif Katherine Adamson
Nickname(s): Lee, Leifers, Elle
Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Free Love
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Mousy brown



Hobbies: Map-reading, gymnastics, gardening
Talents: Hand-to-hand and grappling, drill skills, and knife fighting
Likes: Cigarettes, War, Music
Dislikes: Abuse of any caliber, organized religion




Personality: Once upon a time, Leif was excitable, loving, kind, and caring. War beat that out of her. Now, she is lost, and still trying to discover herself.
Mentality: She doesn't quite know who she is, anymore.
Other: Leif is the embodiment of a sage nod.



Build: Lithe and light on her feet, muscular and fit.
Defining Marks: Her shoulders are covered in tattoos, and she has strange, runic tattoos going down her spine. On her hip bones, she has a single origami crane tattoo. She has multiple, circular scars all over her torso.
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Backstory: Born as the youngest child to the Adamson family, she was raised by her three older brothers as well as both of her parents. They all cared very deeply for their little princess. She was always incredibly intelligent, easily going through her classes and making amazing grades that made all of her family proud. She was put into gymnastics at a very young age and excelled at her control and functionality, easily able to keep up with some of the older crowd. She was on the school newspaper and the A+ honor roll. Most people looked at the Adamson family and thought it to be the picture-perfect family: their Christmas photos were always hung on the fridge of whoever was blessed enough to receive them.

What they didn't see was what went on behind the scenes. Leif and her brothers were never allowed to fail. In anything. She was expected to keep up with everything and whenever she began to slip, she would be informed over and over again about how worthless failure was.

In an effort to get away from the stress it caused them all, she and two of three older brothers took up elicit activities. By day, she was the perfect daughter... but at night, she was the ideal party girl.

Her oldest brother went into the military, and while it changed him, he was always her older brother. Neil was far more perceptive than the others and he knew when things were about to get bad. About the time she was ten, he began to train her how to use her gymnastics as self defense. While he was easier on her than her parents ever were, he was still like a drill sergeant, training her just like a good little soldier. For a while, it took up all of her time not spent in classes, clubs, and gymnastics.

When her powers began to develop, he also taught her to keep up with that training. Neil showed her how to throw the weapons, how to make them focus and unfocus. Eventually, her aim became impeccable. He was so proud of her, keeping her out of trouble and on the right track. He was planning on introducing her to the military life when she was eighteen.

However, it wasn't supposed to be. When she was fifteen, Neil died in action. It was nearly too much for her to handle. She threw herself back into her training, her gymnastics, and her drugs, losing all focus on school. In a last ditch effort, her parents decided to send her to Paradigm. With her power, they could only hope the school would get her back on track. And it did, for a while. Going to war at the age of sixteen changed her. She became close with a few other people, all of whom meant the world to her. Her Squad was her everything. 

The War eventually took her to Turkey, and it was there that she watched almost all of her loved ones die. Out of the ten people in her Squad, only four returned, herself included. It was a difficult time, but she truly believed in peace, in what they were fighting for. She thought that the world would be a better place because of their sacrifices. The families of the fallen received their dog-tags, which she could accept. Instead, she took small pieces of them with her everywhere she went: a lighter, a set of shoelaces, things that nobody would miss. When she turned nineteen, she thought all of the fighting was behind her. She was growing up, spending time with the man she loved... when they were both called. They were needed back on the front lines. It seemed the illusion of peace they had back home was nothing more than that: an illusion. So, she set off once more, fighting in a war that would eventually devastate the entire world. No country was left untouched, no family unscarred. People were dying all around her, constantly, and she had no idea what to do any longer. Bombs were going off and flattening cities, leaving entire regions uninhabitable. She fought, and she fought hard, but it was like there was nothing she could do.

Leif was put in charge of a Squad of young kids... kids just like her. She was told to instruct them, and when the time came... lead them to war. She watched as, one by one, they all died around her. The mission was destructive. She carried her flag with her, just as her brother had done before her, and refused to stop. A woman came out of the fray, and she ordered the woman to stop, to turn back, to retreat. She did not. She carried something with her, and Leif and had two surviving children behind her; the last of her Squad. She summoned a blade, then, and aimed it. Once more, she ordered her to stop. The woman did not. Leif took aim, and in one swing... she killed her. Slowly, she approached the woman, only to see what it was in her hand.

A flag. White as snow.

Leif was devastated. This woman was surrendering. Most likely, she didn't speak any of the languages that she had used. Perhaps she didn't speak at all. Leif, crouched there over the body of the helpless woman, turned her gaze up to the children. They stared at her, looking to her for direction. She had no idea what to do, or where to go... how to handle this situation. Just as she was moving to get to her feet, the first shot rang out. She saw the bullet pierce one of her remaining Squad members, and Leif screamed. She ran to try to protect them, despite not knowing where the bullets were coming from. They peppered her, but still, she did not stop. She had to protect them, had to make sure they got home to their families, had to....

When Leif fell, she hit the ground hard, and her body covering that of the sole surviving member of her Squad. She could barely speak. The pain had long since faded away, and with it, pieces of her consciousness. She kept her arms wrapped tight around the child, and whispered softly to them. "Go... home... be... safe... Love... Learn to... love again..."

Her last words. Help was on the way: she could see them. The child beneath her was still alive. Leif clung to the child until HE, the man she loved, the one she had so desperately hidden away with in their few years of peace.... He took the child out of her arms, tears cleaning the dirt from his cheeks. He reached out to Leif, and touched her cheek. It was then that Leif knew she had done everything she could. Her eyes fluttered closed...

and when they opened again, she had no idea where she was.

Leif has been in Telluride City for two years. She spends most of her time on the Beach or in her apartment, locked away, memories of her death still haunting her. She does not know how she survived, or how she got her. She does not know where to go from here.