Yes, i wrote this within 12 hours, really taxing due to the fact that as of right now im rushing to a family lunch, the reason im writing this is for a good friend whos birthday is today, and her birthday will be happening in about 4-5 hours (Its 11:40am for me right now) and i used her as a baseline for tsukami, the allerged PKer in the fanfiction. She has been really helping me with this fanfiction and my old one (The lemon one, pls dont read, its embarrasing af) and overall a really great friend. So thank you wan ling, and enjoy your present from me to you.

Cheers!

Name-Kang Wan Ling Ign-Tsumaki Age-15 Height-157cm Chest size-20AA Favourite song-Hikaru Nara Country Of Origin-Singapore Class-Scouting Sniper

Primary Weapon-Alluring Berrett 82 ~Stats Damage:650 Movement Penalty:15%
Magazine:5(+3 for alluring)
Reload Time:25s(-10 for alluring)
Strength to wield:50(-30 for alluring)

Secondary Weapon-Remniscent Kaltec KSG 12G Shotgun

~Stats Damage:12(X10 Pellets)
Movement Penalty:0%
Magazine:14+1 In Chamber Reload Time: 0.8s(-0.55 for Remniscent) Per Shell

Strength to wield: 15

Background:
At the age of 10, tsukami had to bear the burden of killing two men in a attempted robbery of her home, leaving her without her parents who were killed in the incident. She was left with only her younger 9 year old sister, maya, who is diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer, currently in the hospital under the intensive care unit. Four years later at the age of 14, tsukami has no one left, her only family, her sister, succumbing to her disease and leaving this world. She picks up a amusphere and a copy of MSO, deciding to take out her hatred and vengence on the world there, following the mindset that if the world was such a unfair place to her, she might as well bring it to them too. Even when it was announced as a death game, she took it in all the better. That was untill she met komaeda.

Tsukami's POV

Lying in wait near a village seemed like a good idea, as i aimed my crosshairs on what would be my eight and ninth victim of the day. Increasing the zoom of the reticle, i targeted the bigger guy, who seemed very preoccupied with something, before staring at me through the scope. I panicked and lost my senses for a split second, before firing a round. The split second allowed them to get down and hide from my line of sight. I focused even more, but i was unprepared for when a girl rushed me that quickly. She managed to get within the range of me seeing her facial features, and i stood rooted to the spot, her reminding me of the most important person to me.

Maya.

She was about 30 meters away when i regained my senses, grabbing a smoke discharger and sticking it into the ground, errupting smoke everywhere. Night vision allowed you to see within smoke, so picking up that skill was definetly beneficial. I charged off away from them, determined not to let that face take away my sole reason here, to kill.

Wan Ling's POV

The sound of breaking china woke me up abruptly, sitting up quickly, i heard more muffled noises outside, with it gradualy dying out. Being a curious 10 year old, i slowly opened my door and creeped towards the stairwell that led to the first floor. What i saw transformed me. My parents were both dead on the floor, each with a bullet hole in the forehead. My sister who was on a one day release from the hospital, being dragged off. I ran. Into my parents room. Where the guns were kept. I managed to grab a hold of a very special weapon, the arctic warefare magnum that was hanging on a rack, along with a glock 26c and a knife. For a small girl at the size of 140cm, i was amazingly strong. I slung the magnum over my back and holstered the glock to a belt i put on over my silky nightgown i wear to sleep. Time was of essence, so i decided, scrap the stairs. Gripping the bayonet, i dug it into the plaster walls and jumped, the momentum tearing through the wall but stopping it enough to give me a good landing right infront of the robbers. I drew the glock and shot the robber that was not holding onto my sister in the foot, before nailing him once in the stomach and head. Such accuracy was only possible due to the stupid amount of time i have at my family's ranch, giving me lots of practice with weaponry.

The second robber was scared shitless, and he immediatly used my sister as a hostage to get to the front door, before dropping her and attempting to make a run for it. I swung the mangum into reach before aiming down the sights and muttering: "You messed with the wrong family."

A loud boom filled the air as the man's wrist was shot and the kinectic force of the bullet literally blowing off his hand and causing him to bleed to death.