EDIT: Right, Splat. My mental brain train flew off the tracks back there. Disreguard Mola's actions. And please don't kill me. *cowercower*
Ophelia opened the door slowly, and recoiled when she felt another blast of heat hit her like an avalanche. She winced and crept off to the side; she knew she would just get in the way of those trying to stop the flames.
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Out of Coffee: Hmm, i've been waiting for a chance to bring one more character in. I won't rush to bring any more in cuz' I don't want things to get too chaotic. (It'll save your brain hours of misery if you just skip the apperance description and click the link. ;D)
Name: Skelter
Race: Intern
Gender: Female (OMG NO WAI!)
Age: 21 in human years
Appearance: Lean, with pale skin and unstitched lips. She wears a striped black and purple pageboy hat that’s always pulled down, hiding her eyes, and has solid white headphones. Her horns are pierced with lime green studs at the top, and purple studs at the bottom. She wears a form-fitting black sleeveless hoodie with a white heart surrounded by lime green flames, a pair of frayed jeans that are knee-length w/ a coal-grey skirt over it (its more like a loincloth; the sides are cut so her legs can stick out.) She also wears striped purple and black knee-length socks, though the very bottoms are cut out so that she doesn’t slip and slide all over the place. Overall she looks like a punk who takes joy out of kicking puppies and scaring preschoolers.
Click here for a crappy example. 
Personality: She is a punk who likes kicking puppies and scaring preschoolers, and she’ll let anybody know it. She’s anti-social and hates being the center of attention, and gets into fights easily. She has a tendency to get very physical when under pressure. In her opinion, every cloud has a silver lining, and its her job to obliterate it.
Equipment: Her metal backpack, which is packed with 300 pounds of compressed mustard gas. It has a thick nozzle connected to a hose on one side so that she can fire it at will (it looks like a normal backpack, exept for the bazooka-like weapon on the side). In her pocket is a foldable gas mask, about the size of a wallet, that she just flips out and sticks on her face when she uses her gas launcher. She also has a white walkie-talkie.
History: She lived for a while as an average intern aboard an airship, but with one problem: she was the only female of any intelligent race on the entire craft, and wore the same kind of clothing she wears now (“I CAN’T WEAR A %@&*ING SPEEDO, I’M A @&!#ING GIRL!”). Being the only female aboard granted her strange looks from nearly everyone, and when she wasn’t being talked about behind her back, she was being hit on by whichever intern happened to be around. After awhile she kind of snapped, and she went from being ‘That Intern Chick’ to ‘That Psychotic Beat-You-With-A-Rubber-Hose Scary Woman’ who everyone hid from. If she got yelled at, she yelled right back. If somebody shoved her, she’d knock them out. She earned a nasty reputation with pretty much everything she did, and eventually, to her relief, she was fired. She got a job for an important but top secret organization practically run by outcasts and weirdos like herself. All her ‘missions’, as they’re called, are extremely hush-hush, and only hours of prying and withstanding insults will get her to tell anybody anything about it.
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BIC:
The gothic-punk intern watched rather uninterestedly as the misshapen building rose in the distance like a monument to concrete, blocking her view of the sun. She frowned. It seemed like such a wasted effort to try and make the building dramatic when it was already so damn ugly.
She turned up the volume on her headphones, concentrating on the music, when suddently her walkie-talkie rang. She groaned and made a huge effort to turn off the music, pick up the stupid ringing thing, and turn it on.
"What?"
"
Gzz! Skelter, is that you?"
"Odd, you think so?"
"
Gzz! You need to sort out your anger management issues, woman." The voice hissed. "Is the target in sight?"
Skelter frowned; the building was startlingly imposing, not exactly something you wouldn't notice. "Yeah."
"Good. Just finish the job quickly. Remember, the faster you do it, the faster you can get back."
"And run more of your stupid errands?"
"Exactly."
The train ground to a hault, dumping her in some dull station just oozing with depression. Crossing her arms, she slumped against a wall and waited for further instructions.