Name: Skena Torn

Age: 18 years old

Birthday: April 18th

Appearance:

Short, around 5 feet 3 inches. Pale peach skin with light brown-ish red freckles on her shoulders, cheeks and nose. Her hair is hip long, thick blood red hair with long bangs framing her face. Her eyes were very unusual, which she normally covered with large dark sunglasses, the colour of her eyes were black with deep purple pupils. Her bosom area was 36 DD, her waistline was small and her hips were wide. Her only source of clothing was a pair of black and white high tops vans with skin tight black ripped jeans and a black bra under a fish net tee shirt under a black jacket that had a belt around under the bosom area with large black buttons going up the right side, with a hood and cuffs on the wrists and around the neck. She had a dagger strapped to her right hip, a gun strapped to her left thigh and a katana on her back.

Abilities:

Able to see in the dark as though it was day time with her unusual eyes, with hearing that is as good as a wolfs, and to add onto the weird scale, her hearing can be so good, she can listen in on thoughts. Her fighting ability is on a 9th degree black belts level from all the training she received as a child from her guardian, a ninja's apprentice who taught her how to analyze a fight and how to win. She also has a weird ability that lets her know things that she never experienced. The main reason her mother abandoned her was because at two years old, she could speak. Arabic, Chinese, Czech, Danish, Dutch, English, French, Galician, German, Greek, Hebrew, Hungarian, Icelandic, Irish, Italian, Japanese, Korean and Polish. 18 different languages, at the age of two after only hearing English. She also knew how to read and write both cursive and not at the age of three in all of these languages. She also knew things in the past she should not know about, and she would always prove her teachers wrong.

Background:

Skena was born without having a father around and not too long after, around when she was three, her mother abandoned her without a second thought at a police station where the mother had been hoping, all the while she was running away, that the police would see the baby before slamming the door open. Before the police found out about the baby on their porch, a man was walking down the street wearing all black, going towards the temple up on the hill a few miles away when he spotted the silent baby, staring at him, though he was hidden from eyesight by the shadows. He decided to take the child to the temple where he and the ninja master raised her as a ninja, and over time they found out about her abilities, yet they were not frightened of her, but they taught her more over time and when the child became 8, the ninja master died and though she was saddened, she did not cry until she was alone in the temple while the man who found her as a babe grieved in his own way. A few years later, at the age of 13, her father figure was killed and she set out to new cities and countries for 5 years, and in these years she had been to China, Japan, Scotland, England, Poland, Hungary, Korea, Ireland, Italy, and Paris. She had done many jobs in which required her martial arts training to save up enough money to move around and get food and drink supplies. Many times she found herself looking back at her memories, wishing that her 'father' and 'uncle', the apprentice and the ninja master, were alive to help guide her and she would pray every night, just telling them of her day, the things that happened and how much she loved them, yet hated them for leaving her on the ugly planet.

Chapter One— Finding Her Next Target

Skeena pressed the ear piece closer into her ear, listening to her boss's orders which were breaking up through the static of the cheap ear piece. She didn't have to strain her ears to hear him anymore; she had given up trying to do that when she realized that she had such good hearing. At first she had thought it was her ears until she found out that it was just a breaking ear piece and the boss was too cheap to buy a new set. "Skeena…target…Dick …gerous…ful…die…" She almost laughed as she tried to sort out what he was trying to say as she replied, stalking down the street in her usual get-up at 2 in the morning. She switched off her ear piece, jumped onto a low branch and swung herself onto a low roof, then ran across it until she reached a very high roof, looking around for where it would be best to leave this city to get to her next target. Richard B. Riddick.

She weaved her way through the crowd, her head pounding as she attempted to block out all the noises of people shouting, talking, giggling and thinking. She wished she had got that I-Pod Touch when she had the money three years ago. Skeena finally made it to terminal B which would take her to Japan, which she loved visiting. Japan was where her target was either at, or going to go to. She wasn't fond of killing people because she could feel their fear and regret as she killed them but she had to make a living somehow and she was not going to go to school for it. She had just boarded the plane and sat down when a man with a bald head and black goggles covering his eyes wearing a black trench coat with black leather pants along with black combat boots. She looked him up and down before she looked away, so he wouldn't see her staring at him like that. 'Looks like my kind of guy.' She thought before almost laughing as he sat down beside her, while she looked out the window, her mission rolling in her head.

A few minutes later she heard a gruff voice speaking which made her spine tingle from the deep growl of power behind the voice. She turned her head a little to see who was speaking and was surprised to see it was the man beside her talking into an ear piece. He spoke low but she could hear him as though he were speaking to her himself. "Yeah, Riddick here." She froze when she heard that and her eyes widened, she did not expect to see her target so early, she was wanting to relax for a while, not have to kill on a plane, especially a guy she thought was hot. She usually killed older guys who she never thought twice about and now the one guy that she did she has to kill! She groaned softly and hit her head against the glass, hating her boss for once. She heard his speaking cease and but she didn't pay it any mind as she mentally cursed her boss. She soon felt a hand land on her shoulder and she instinctively grabbed her dagger on her hip and swirled around, putting the dagger on his throat as he just sat there, smirking lightly.

She blinked and slowly put it away as she read his thoughts, seeing that he meant no harm. "You've been banging your head for a few minutes, it was disturbing my conversation." He said and she felt her forehead and felt a small trickle of warm liquid and she flashed him a smile and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She had no clue what to do. She didn't want to kill him, but she had to to survive, literally. If she didn't kill him, her boss would kill her. Or throw her out into the streets where she would have to find another means of living. She turned on her ear piece and contacted her boss. "Yes, Skeena?" He asked and she shivered at his voice, and not in a good way. She spoke to him, telling him of Riddick, and she was unaware that her conversation about him was being listened to by Riddick himself.