NOTE: So this is an AU. Between an OC and an ex-agent. It was written on a dare (had to finish it in a weekend) so if it seems rushed, it is. Sorry. If people are interested in it, I might grow on it and expand it, make it better, otherwise, it is what it is. Sorry. Much love. Leave a review! 3
Overwatch was created to fight against the Omnic crisis. They fought. They won. Peace was restored for the time being. Then, Overwatch was dismantled, the agents hunted down, arrested or killed. Most of them went into hiding and everything seemed to settle. A decade later, the Omnic attacked again, this time much bigger and badder than before, they knew our tricks, new how to avoid them and counteract. Without Overwatch to defend, the world as we knew it was destroyed. The world was now nearly destroyed, most of the human population was killed leaving only a few thousand left, scattered to the corners of the earth.
A city was erected in what use to be Florida, the southern most tip. Sure it was hot as hell there, but the constant rain brought water, there could be no attack from land except from one side and plenty of escape routes via water, it also supported ships that would travel between the continents to bring people into this safe haven. Humans lived there, trying to return to what we considered normal, but life outside of the walls were different. What was once massive towering cities now lay crumbled, unsafe, it was a baren wasteland where mother nature soon took over.
It is known Overwatch agents still exist, and the humans that run into one quickly hunt them down, blaming them for not standing against the second invasion. Not seeing the fault in themselves.
I was never an Overwatch agent, I was considered too dangerous to have as apart of the team. The truth, I preferred working alone and when I drew up my weapon, it was only for a cause which I believed was just. I helped Overwatch fight against the first attack and when the second attack came, I did my best to fight against it, but failed. Now, I wandered alone, away from the soldiers surveying the land for food, survivors and if the chance, an Overwatch agent.
My birth name was Aura. I was born in Florida, so I knew it well, but I left that state. My Overwatch name was Phoenix and thus became the name I went by. I was a mage by class, specializing in fire magic and healing. My armor set was light, though adorns in reds and golds, a helmet masking my entire head that resembled that of a phoenix, two wings on my back, surgically placed on my back, were then armored in black and glowed a red then in use. Now, they remained forever clasped tight against my back, a dirty black cloak I wore at all times to hide my armor and a hood to hide my face. My choice weapon was a staff that, on the top, had a phoenix, wings spread, arching upward and resting between the tips of the two wings, a red orb was focused the magic. Flipping the weapon and a single press of the button shifted it into a long sword, had I need the use for it, but on my hip at all times a small pistol that was good enough in tight situations.