Helena 'The Huntress' Bertinelli

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Helena "The Huntress" Bertinelli

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Full Name: Helena Rosa Bertinelli
Code Name: The Huntress
Age: 29
Date of Birth: April 1st
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Species: Human
Alliance: Free lance hero
Citizenship: DC
Canon or Original?: DC Canon

"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"

Hair: Dark brown, medium length with loose curls. Usually worn down though sometimes sports a pony tail.
Eyes: A rich, dark brown, almost the shade of ebony
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 130lbs
Distinguishing Marks: None

Appearance: Helena is fairly tall, above average for most woman, though she likes to think of herself as average, and everyone else below. Her petite body is merely a facade for her athletic form. Dark brown, loose curls reach to about her middle back, complimenting her dark brown eyes nicely, though her fair skin lay in contrast.

Face Claim: Sarah Brown

"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”

Likes:
Getting out of work on time
A cool breeze though her hair
The smell of fruity things
The occasional solitude
The Question

Dislikes:
Sleeping too long
Personal questions
Sour flavored anything
Lotion
The Question

Personality: With confidence played on her expressions, she exudes a radious energy that can sometimes be fairly alluring. Though, once her sharp tongue makes it's presense known, you're in for a rude awakening. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and the majority of the time she is far from sweet. If you are lucky enough to see that sweet side, cherish it, because it doesn't last, though it will be genuinne.

The woman can be a bit of a loose cannon. Her mood can change with the winds, and if you're the cause, you'll know about it. Whether it's by a physical attack or by a tongue lashing. She is reckless and usually acts before she thinks, which can often get her into trouble. At the time, her impulsive actions seem to be genius, they can land her at the opposing end of, say, a certain Bat.

"With great power comes great responsibility"

Powers: None


Weapons
Crossbow
Some firearms


Strengths/Abilities:
Exceptional hand to hand combat
Martial arts abilities that can take down large groups of men
Expert in most weaponry, including fire arm but prefers her crossbow


Weaknesses:
Illness
Fatal attacks
The Question

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"

History: Born into a world of violence, Helena learned very young what the meaning of crime was. The Bertinelli family was a renound family of the Mafioso, young Helena not finding much of a place in it. Not like it mattered, she was whisked off to boarding school and placed under the protection of a body guard. It mattered not, to the young girl; she always felt the love of her parents regardless of their choice in placement for her. Upon returning home from her time away in school, the news that came to be was both horrifying and heartbreaking. Her parents had been murdered, and this was now a day now known as the Palm Sunday Massacre; a terrible threat while living a life of crime.

Fleeing to Sicily, Helena then stayed with her cousin; a man who taught her how to fight. She then began regularly training under his care until she was good enough to leave him. Returning to Gotham City, the woman took up an alter ego; The Huntress. Vengeance fueled her, and she swore to stop at nothing to avenge her fallen parents. Through her night life as a vigilante, she had crossed the path of Batman a time or two. Though she would flirt with the caped man, they are undoubtedly at odds. One of the many people Helena has come across during her night time endeavors.

Though by night, she was a masked vigilante, by day she took up the career of a professor at Gotham University. Helena Bertinelli, a well respected professor, had no passion behind the arts of teacher. It was a mere facade to save face in the event The Huntresses true identity fell into the wrong hands. She did, in fact, succeed vengeance by slaying the man responsible for the hit on her parents, but found out much more of herself than she wanted to know. First of all, she was left alive because she was the result of an affair. Second, her mother was also supposed to be left alive. The, now, accidental death enraged the woman even more, and without regret, she killed the man. With her goal now reached, she continues her night life as a vigilante, and says she doesn't need it, but merely wants it.

"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."

Writing Sample:
Once Zhang He had the heart to tell his sister, he sat by her bedside, his face portraying the news. Zhang Lien’s brow was knit as she observed her brother’s odd behavior. He sat down heavily as if he had several heavy bags of sand on his shoulders. She sat up on the bed, facing her brother squarely, face frozen as Zhang He told her what had transpired between him and Cao Cao.

“So it has finally come,” said Zhang Lien, voice barely above a whisper, the news wracking all composure from her body.

“Yes it has,” said Zhang He with finality. “And I do not have the power to stop it.”

“And if I refuse to marry?”

Zhang He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were downcast. That was her answer. As she inhaled a shuddering breath, Zhang He leaned forward hand on her shoulder, keeping her from fainting, “Are you alright?”

“No.”

Zhang Lien swallowed. I will not cry. I will not cry.

She tried desperately to hold back tears of hopelessness. This was horrible. How many lives was their leader destroying with this marriage? Cao Pi never expressed an interest in her and Zhen Ji already found her knight in shining armor. Zhang Lien was just making her start as one of Wei’s finest.

“Some sacrifices must be made, Zhang Lien. I just only wish it was me being the sacrifice.”

“You want to marry Cao Pi?”

Zhang He puffed out his chest, “I would if it meant that you didn’t have to marry him.”

As much as Zhang Lien wanted to be comforted by the thought, she wasn’t. It didn’t stop the fact that she was going to be a part of the Cao clan. Being part of the Cao family had its perks but she wasn’t ready for marriage. She wasn’t ready for it when she was younger and she wasn’t ready for it now. All she desired was to have her spear in her hand and her armor over her shoulders.

Now she was just a reproductive vessel and a diplomatic tool.

“W-when does our lord want this done?”

Her brother shrugged, “As soon as he can break through Cao Pi’s stubbornness I suppose. I would think he would want this sooner rather than later.”

With a dejected sigh of someone who gave up all hope, Zhang Lien’s shoulders slumped. She looked like someone just told her she was going to die in a few months and as much as Zhang He tried to figure out a way to comfort her, he couldn’t think of any remedy.

“I truly wish there was more that I could do.”

“Lord Zhang He,” Lien said sharply, stopping him, but she wouldn’t look him in the eye. She whispered, “Can you—can you sing for me for a little while?”

The man paused, but gave a resigned smile, “It would be my pleasure.”

"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"

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