Liafador International Employee Database

Name: Lebreau Liafador

Age: 17

Nickname: Quiver

Relatives: The Goddess, Catalina Liafador, Zeon Liafador (Sister) Marcos Liafador (Father)

Skills: Proficient Gymnast, Close Quarter Combat; and Archery.

“Hurry up man! We don’t need that goddess chick showing up!” The gunmen ran through the financial center stealing anything that look like personal information. The Solace City Swat team, prepped to storm the institution; something that would potentially, cause harm to the hostages. “You didn’t hear? The Goddess hasn’t been spotted in a few days, we have to go right now!” the secondary gunmen explained, making a push towards the roof; they both halted at the sight of rising smoke.

“Hey where did this smoke come from…Sh!t it’s the goddess”. The first gunmen made a mad dash for the exit, but a paralyzing pain ripped through his calve. Bleeding profusely, he flailed around in agony trying to dislodge the protrusion.

“Holy sh!t is that an arrow?” the second gunmen screamed, running pass his downed partner. “I’m sorry man, but I’m not going back!” Through the smoke, her ocular thermal lenses, made out his exact location. Arrow number 2 was always her favorite, the luck arrow; given its name because of the 80% success ratio.

“You were going to leave your friend…that’s effed up” She said, pulling the quiver forcefully, the arrow cut through the smokescreen; causing a small zephyr to dissipate the smoke. The arrow impaled the gunmen through the dorsal side of his hand; just before he started to climb the ladder. “Oooh stop screaming, you baby…lucky for you, my arrows are coated with a hemostatic agent. You’ll live”.

Turning her attention to the hostages, she quickly, made haste in setting them free. “T-There’s another man, he’s jacked up on TDT; he’s stealing personal information from the vault.” The Golden Archer turned towards, the vault with a raised eyebrow. Slowly, creeping towards the vault, she heard what sounded like metal cases being broke.

Entering the vault; her eye’s fixed on the hulking figure tossing hundreds of chip data into his bag. “You ARE aware that Halloween was two days ago?” She teased, targeting the massive figure with her bow.

“HA.HA.HA. Such a petite liddle fairy” The TDT in his system caused his muscles to increase to maximum capacity. “Oh…..shiiiiiiit” She whispered, as the mammoth charged her.His unparalleled speed startled her, pushing off the balls of her feet; she did a front tuck, releasing two arrows into his back. His thick hide prevented the arrows from fully, penetrating. “F%ck…” she whispered, landing in a crouched position.

“I’m going to pulverize you” He screamed again, this time he had her pinned in-between the back shelves and the vault entrance. Ripping the door from the vault, he sent it sailing towards her head, in a premeditated move; she dropped to her knees in a slide, looking to take his ankles out with her arrows.

Before she could pull back on her quiver, his foot connected with her skull; sending her body folding backwards into the data shelves. The blunt force knocked her unconscious, the thug would’ve finished her off, but the shotgun toting SCPD finally breached the building.

Later

“You took a pretty rough kick” Charlie said; running an analysis on her brain to make sure her vitals were working properly.

“Who are you, and how did you get me out of there” She asked, rubbing the massive red trauma mark on her head. “My name is Charlie, I was in the bank at the time of the robbery; I dropped one of your smoke pellets and dragged you out the back door.” He said, handing her back her bow.

“What’s your name?”

“Quiver…” She said, standing on her own two feet. “Quiver huh? I suppose that’s a better name then “The Goddess” he said, with a cackle. “You mean Ziccarra” the mentioning of Z’s real name caused him to slowly, turn towards the youth with a stunned smirk. “Who…did you say you were again?” He asked implying her real name.

“My name is Quiver AKA, Lebreau Liafador. The goddess, is my aunt” She said, removing her hood.“Where is she?” Lebreau asked, glancing around almost 100% sure this was her set-up. “She’s not here, she’s in Gothic City…looking for a murderer by the name of Smiles.”

“Smiles? I’ve never heard of him; why is she there, when the Motivator is setting up shop here?” She wondered. Pulling her hood back over her head, she prepped herself to exit, but was halted by Charlie. “She can’t do this by herself Lebreau, the city needs you just as much as; it needs her. I’ve traced the Motivator next target, do you want a second shot at him?” Charlie asked, holding an encrypted data chip in his hand.

“You bet your ass I do” She said, strapping her arrows on back. “Well them, Welcome to Liafador International”