A New Life in a New Body: Charater Bios of Mike and Sherri
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Mike Moulder
He was born in a small town, thirty years ago, of less than 1000 people. There wasn't much to do in this small town, it was a well to do town. It was founded 40 years before. It was a quiet town, not much ever happened. The education system was the best thing about the town. One of the best in the state, not that anyone really went there from that town most were people who had retired.
He was never one to do well in school. He was just a C student; no one expected much of him. He was kicked out of most of his schools; mostly for fighting and he won a lot, but he didn't care he wanted to serve his country. He liked school but he just never applied himself.
He resolved to join the service. So he trained everyday in order to make himself better. His muscle build up never looked like much of anything. He looks scrawny even though he is incredibly strong. While he was in school he joined the wrestling team as well as football. He was on both varsity teams. He also did boxing; he went to the local gym and challenged people
During basic he was one of the few who excelled. He was proud for here he was somebody. He wanted the glorified idea most people who serve have, a bona fide war hero with a scar across his face. There he met Sherri; they had worked on several missions together. They were then transferred to spec ops.
After he was discharged he wasn't upset about it. From there he was did nothing for several months. He went into a local business in a poor position and climbed up the rankings quickly. He and Sherri were seeing each other for the past few years. He had also started hacking into businesses and taking a little off of the top.
On the night of his accident he was hit by a car heading to see Sherri. He was going to propose to her that night. He really was he had opened his own business and was doing well for himself. He paid for a diamond ring that cost 2000 dollars it was real. It reminded him of how her eyes sparkled ever time she looked at him.
He was in the hospital for 3 months most of which he was in a comma for. He felt most had assumed he was dead. The only one who wouldn't believe that was Sherri. So he resolved to kill himself. At least not literally, but a staged death would be what he wanted.
So he waited perfect for the perfect timing. When he saw a tanker truck carrying a lot of what he assumed what was gas. He was already packed so he threw a brick on the accelerator. He then watched himself die. He then saw Sherri come over to the scene, I wish I could tell her, he thought.
From there he moved, and got a fake name and fake past and made himself look good. He got a job as a manager of a computer company. Then he started selling hacked information. He stayed in a small apt. in a large city in the bad part of town.
The day he transformed into what he is now. He just had the worst day of his life. He was just fired, the cops had questioned him about some things, and Sherri was getting closer to finding him and he knew it.
Sherri Valori
Dear Diary
5 years old
Today dad beat me again for being late. One of my friends, Kai, offered to have his parents teach me self defense.
Dear Diary
5 years old
Kai's parents said it was okay to teach me self defense after seeing the bruises that my dad left where they couldn't be seen. They also offered to adopt me but I turned them down, I will find a way to solve my own problems, everyone said I'm too young to have real problems, but I know they're wrong.
Dear Dairy
6 years old
It's been half a year since I started learning self defense, I'm still not able to fully stop him but he has stopped beating me as often. My grades in school are better now. I got to eat a piece of meat today! I've never tried meat before, it tasted really good, I'm so glad Kai's parents feed me after training.
Dear Dairy
7 years old
It's been a year since I wrote some thing really important, but today it happened, I stopped my dad from hitting me. I diverted his punch and got out of the room.
Dear Dairy
7 years old
Today I was singled out in gym for outstanding physical development, there were several guys who were mad at me because they wanted that award, but girls have to win sometimes, right!
Dear Dairy
8 years old
Today was our first computer training class. I thought it was really easy and fun, others didn't seem to have such an easy time. The teacher talked to me afterward and asked if I had any other training in computers, I told her I didn't, it just made sense to me. She offered to bring me into higher level classes if I could pay 30 dollars, I told her I couldn't even pay 1 cent, if I could I would.
Dear Dairy
8 years old
Today I started learning Judo from Kai's parents, they also offered to adopt me again. Turning them down again they asked if there was anything they could help with. Remembering the teachers offer I asked if there was any way they could loan me 30 dollars.
Dear Dairy
9 years old
I finally managed to repay Kai's parents after taking advanced training courses that most took when they were twice my age if not older. Using that I unofficially help the school technicians. My dad has also started drinking heavily, he's usually passed out by the time I I get home from school.
Dear Dairy
9 years old
I don't know what he had in mind but my dad tried to get me to come into his room today, I shoved him away and barricaded my door with my overturned bed.
Dear Dairy
10 years old
Today my dad grabbed me as I came in the house, he tore my shirt and I broke his arm. He was so drunk that he ignored it and grabbed at my throat with his other arm. As I felt my consciousness fading I heard the doorbell ring. Feeling a sudden energy I picked up my arm and grabbed his, I kneed him where I was taught to and then kicked him off of me. Pulling his arm behind his back I held him beneath me and shouted for whoever was at the door to come in. A policeman came in and put me under arrest. I'm writing this in a cell in the police station.
Dear Dairy
10 years old
Due to causing undue injury to my dad while fighting him off I am now sentenced to a Juvenile Detention center. Due to it being evident from testimonies of neighbors and other students that my dad beat me, and the fact that there was a mark on my neck from him trying to strangle me, I am only sentenced to 3 months.
Mandatory log of what happened today
Chief of the pair of Juvenile Detention centers for the area.
Today we had nearly had a misplacement of a young girl in the boys facility. She was so young and her father made her keep her hair cut short so we assumed upon sight that she was a boy. After looking at her record however we saw she was a girl and sent her on the correct bus. The police insisted that she have the cuffs on until she got to her cell because she knew a few martial arts and broke her father's arm and pinned him to the ground even with very little oxygen in her lungs. However she was very calm about the entire situation saying that while she was the first time that her father had tried anything like that he had beat her for several years until she was able to deflect his attacks on her.
Dear Dairy
10 years old
Today several of the girls asked if I was really a girl since my rust red hair was so close cropped against my head and I had no figure to speak of. I told them I was only 10 years old, but they pulled my pants down anyway to make sure. I let them, they weren't hurting me, I was used to changing into gym clothes in front of 30 or 40 other girls. After I told them what happened to put me in there a few of them started crying and some others got mad and said I was lucky, both that I knew self defense and that I was too young to know what was happening.
Dear Dairy
10 years old
Today they told me my dad had died of alcohol poisoning, I told them that there was no way I would have gone back to living with him anyway.
Dear Dairy
11 years old
I have been adopted by Kai's parents both because they felt sorry for me and because they wanted to show their son's best friend was it was like to truly have a family, their son had been shot in a gang gun fight that had happened near the school. I went back to my old house today in order to get several of my things. I found the house had been left alone for the most part since it was evident that my dad had died by alcohol poisoning. I found several of the bottles he used to kill himself. Picking up one of the bottles I saw it was called Sherry Cortado, I decided I somewhat liked the name and took up the nickname Sherri.
Dear Dairy
13 years old
I now understand what my father had tried to do to me so long ago. It's somewhat horrific to think about what almost happened.
Dear Dairy
15 years old
My foster parents were killed recently because a gang decided that it was dangerous to have people teaching self defense. I went to the funeral, this time I felt sadness at the death of someone. I wanted to repay the gesture, they made me feel an emotion.
Dear Dairy
15 years old
I figured out who killed my foster parents, I also found a gun shop that didn't mind teaching and selling guns to underage children. I figured out how to hack into their accounts, they left the accounts entitled to me but I won't be allowed access until I turn 18. I may not be able to write anything in juvie this time, after all, I'll be going for murder this time.
Dear Dairy
15 years old
I found them, and I killed them. I repaid them by killing them slowly after I disabled them. They cursed and fought, they yelled and tried to kill me, I enjoyed killing them, no one came due to the noise because the had chosen a run down part of the town.
Police report
Detective Mouri of the homicide department
We found several guns that had been fired, but none of them were a high enough caliber to have killed the gang members or left those holes in the wall. There is a young woman who has a history of violence who was the foster daughter of a couple who had recently been killed by the same gang. Checking the records of this same gang I found that the couple had their son killed with a warning about stopping teaching the self defense classes. We're going to talk to the young woman about the situation later, we currently have no solid leads but she might have forgotten something.
Police report
Lieutenant Roberts
The young woman we had been ordered to bring in immediately said upon our arrival that she was surprised it had taken so long, had she truly not left enough evidence that it wasn't obvious. We brought her in but had no evidence beyond what she said that she was the killer. Upon asking she had done it she said that justice wasn't the word, nor vengeance or murder, it was simply repayment for giving her a reason to feel emotions.
Dear Dairy
16 years old
It's been 5 months since I came to juvie, I just turned 16 and they have no reason to keep me here beyond my word that I did, I put my old dairy in a safe they wouldn't find. The gun I had used was put in a pothole that was covered not long after. No one knows what to expect of me, not the guards or the other girls here, I am treated as queen by those respect me and Lilith by those who are afraid. In another month I'll get out of here, if they see fit to release me.
Dear Dairy
17 years old
It's been a year since I thought I would be getting out of here, but it doesn't truly matter to me. I'll get out at some point, and I'll find something to do afterward.
Dear Dairy
18 years old
I was released earlier today, not an hour afterward I was approached by a man who said he knew a future he thought I would be quite good at.
Journal
1st day of boot camp
Today was rather boring, we were told that if we didn't follow orders we were expendable. One guy said that he wasn't sure a girl should be given such a treatment. I asked if I could teach him a lesson and was given the okay to spar with him so long as we didn't kill each other. He was rather slow on his feet and couldn't even block one strike, I had laid into him harshly to relieve some tension. Afterward I asked if anyone else wanted to try objecting to my presence.
Journal
10th day of boot camp
4 members of our troop are gone, they gave up after seeing how hard they had to work just to get close behind me.
Journal
28th day of boot camp
Today we finished our 4th week of initial training. Several of us were singled into a second training group aimed towards dangerous operations that would possibly kill them. There were 12 others in this second training, I was the 13th and last member added.
Journal
2nd day of spec ops training
I'm classified as intelligence specialist with severe combat style. There are several different types, I am the only intelligence specialist in the group, my understanding of this is because I have no problem hacking any computer or firewall. They took all of us to a shooting range to find out what weapons we could use, I was found to use pistols and rifles with high accuracy, solid slug shotguns and auto-fire weapons were secondary in my capabilities, there were others who were more rounded in this manner than I but I was the only one who could use any melee weapons for cases where gunfire was too dangerous. I was given a pair of wooden kukri's to use while training others in weapon styles and tonfa to help train them in hand to hand.
Journal
8th day of spec ops training
There is one guy to stands out to me, his name is Mike, he asked me to train him information gathering. He is extremely perceptive when it comes to seeing the flaws in the sample scenarios laid out for us. They've started making sure that he and I are never in the same area when giving us the information on the missions.
Journal
19th day of spec ops training
This was the 4th mission they gave me that I executed alone. It's getting harder to keep from hurting the instructors in these missions. Mike also is starting to go on solo missions.
Journal
24th day of spec ops training
Today I accidentally sent 3 trainers to the hospital with broken bones. I actually didn't get in trouble for it either. I think I might stop holding back to get better times, it will be interesting to see how quickly I can achieve the objectives.
Journal
26th day of spec ops training
I achieved the objective in 3 minutes flat today, no real reason to hold back anymore, they warned me that I injured too many today and to hold back next time. I guess I did, I only broke the arms of all 47 trainers who were assigned to me.
Journal
32nd day of spec ops training
Today I was backup for another trainee, I was given a rifle and 42 tranquilizer darts, I was not to use my martial arts at all in this mission. After 2 minutes I walked in the front door and shot both the guards there, moving along I confiscated 4 tranq pistols, 2 more tranq rifles and 1 sleep gas grenade. I set a trap and got the target to enter the room, him and his guards went down in seconds while I cleared the rest of the place with ease while recovering the 'body' of my fellow operative.
Journal
57th day of spec ops training
Today was the last day of our training. After the impromptu ceremony I invited the others out for drinks. A couple of them were older and bought alcoholic beverages. It reminded me of how I decided upon my nickname that everyone there used. I didn't drink anything alcoholic despite the fact that I was paying and the older ones could have bought some for me.
Journal
After graduation
Dropping off the other guys since I was the only one sober in the end. I took a shower and dried off to get rid of the smell on me. Cleaning off the mirror I looked at my reflection and saw my scars from when my dad had gone overboard when I was young. I saw a body that was toned and muscular but still had hips unlike most muscular woman. My breasts were not huge but they looked bigger because I had muscle under them. My face was average but I kept it unblemished because an average face with things wrong with it was more noticeable than an average face with nothing wrong. My unusual rust red hair was cut just above my shoulders since that was a common length and I didn't want to be noticed. My only striking feature would be my eyes, they were a few different colors, my right iris was ice blue on top with a blue purple on the bottom while my left iris was golden on the right and a dark brown on the left, thankfully they weren't massively noticeable besides just liking like my two eyes were just different colors.
Mission report
3rd mission first day
I was deployed on a search and destroy mission today. It was rumored that a terrorist group had obtained biological weapons, I was to find and kill any there who knew how to use them and then leave a transmitter in the area that the weapon itself was stored. The group was looking for a hacker and I had made a name for myself before training and even more during training. Going under my real name of Sharon Valori with the hacker alias Medusa, for anything I hacked froze like stone after I got done. I had been given the weapons free command.
Mission report
3rd mission second day
I've been hired in and I went with a subtler method of hacking the network and found the layout schematic for the building. I found everything and came up with the excuse that there was a fault in the wire connection in a system over in the the 3rd wing and a system in the 5th wing as well. I was escorted there and saw everything I needed, we went through wing 2 to get there which let me see the living quarters of the true terrorists, I figured about 78 beds. Wing 3 contained the bio weapons, I left my transmitter but didn't activate it.
In wing 5 was the weapons locker, once there I killed my escort and grabbed a couple weapon holsters, 3 for underarm and 2 across my hips. Putting .50 cal desert eagles in them I also grabbed a backpack and put 4 assault rifles in it with several spare mags and a pair of handcuffs I found. Moving out I put at least one bullet in everyone I came across who put up any kind of resistance. The leader of this was wanted dead or alive, whichever I accomplished. Getting through the empty wing 4 with no alarms going off I killed everyone in wing 3 with no discrimination because they were the ones who knew how to operate the biological weapons. In wing 2 I shouted a quick warning that anyone I saw with a gun or weapon would die.
Clearing wing 2 I moved to wing 1, the leader of this organization was here. Killing his guards with my last pair of desert eagle bullets in such a way that bullets broke the lock on the door behind them I grabbed the first assault rifle and leveled it at the door. Firing off a three round burst in an arc through the door I watched it open with the rifle at the ready. Looking through the open door I saw 2 dead guards and one man leaning forward on the desk. He offered me a position next to him, head of his security. I declined and threw him the pair of handcuffs. He picked them up and threw them in such a way so that they landed on my wrists. Firing the rifle I got a hit on both of his shoulders and dropped the rifle before breaking the cuffs.
Activating the transmitter I waited for the pickup to arrive, I threw the tied up leader on the first Apache and we left the base to be registered and cleansed. There were 97 casualties in my first weapons free mission.
Mission After-report
Debriefing for 3rd mission
They lectured me for killing so many even in a weapons free mission, my death count was already at 102. They told me that from now on I was to restrict my killing to only when necessary.
Journal
Off time after 3rd mission
Having completed his mission the day before Mike asked me if I wanted to hang out. Deciding to take him up on his offer we went out to eat. Later that night we went to a bar where Mike had a couple drinks, it really didn't bother me until a big brute of a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to ditch the lightweight and go with a real man. Waving Mike off when he stood up I stood in front of the man and acted girly and got him to go out the front door.
Once we were outside I heard guys teasing Mike about losing his girl. Immediately after that I stopped and he turned around, he asked me if I would tell him my name, I told him my name was Sharon. After that he called me it and I felt the anger flowing through me, the last drunk man to call me that had tried to rape me after-all. Grinning I brought back my fist and floored him against his own car, his huge body crashing through the door. I walked back in and told Mike to order me a Fino Sherry. I have this to say too, hangovers suck.
Mission report
8th mission
Mike and I have been assigned to work together for this and future mission so as to keep my 140 body count from going much higher. It was a simple assassination, we were to kill someone trying to start a rebellion, Mike and I decided to both snipe the man from opposite areas using a program I made on the spot to align our shot angles, using two separate buildings we shot as close to simultaneously as humanly possible. The bullets intersected in the target's head and his skull essentially exploded. I took apart the rifle and arranged it back in my lunchbox I had brought with me, the parts all looked like parts of a simple lunch with soup, icepack and sandwiches, anyone who touched them would feel that they were plastic but they looked perfect on sight.
Journal
Off time after 8th mission
Taking our time off in the area where our mission had been I dragged Mike along with me to do some shopping around Italy. Clothes were interesting, but I was more interested in the food they had. Being a martial artist and a person with an abnormally high metabolism I tended to eat an extravagant amount of food, and boy did I love the food here.
Journal
Time off after 19th mission
The more I hung out with Mike the more I realized that I enjoyed the time we spent together no matter what we were doing. We performed everything from assassinations to rescue missions, I didn't really know how I felt about those latter missions, we saved people, killed some, but the saving people seemed more important, I didn't understand how I felt about that. I also don't understand how I feel about Mike, there is something warm inside when I think about him.
Journal
Time off after 26th mission
Today Mike asked if I would be his girlfriend. I think I understand what that feeling is now, I believe this is what love is.
Journal
Time off after 41st mission
It's been 2 years since I became Mike's girlfriend. I understand his feelings and finally seem to have feelings myself.
Journal
Time off after 51st mission
They have started using me to carry out only extremely high risk missions where the body count doesn't matter, because even with Mike balancing me out I still have a body count of over 700.
Journal
Prep time for 64th mission
Grabbing my stuff I went to the hanger while watching for Mike, he said he had something important to tell me before I left.
Journal
Return flight for 64th mission
3 months, I was gone for 3 months and no contact from Mike even over the secure line from base. What's happened to him?
Journal
Off time after 64th mission
I asked about Mike and found out that he had been hurt on his way to meet me the day I left, they didn't tell me so I could accomplish my mission with no complications. Heading to the hospital I found out that he had been released from the hospital and headed home earlier today, taking a look at the outgoing picture I memorized his facial details. Going to the car they had given me I had the soldier drive towards his house and got caught in a traffic jam. Due to the proximity to Mike's house I got out and jogged alongside the road to see what the problem was before heading to Mike's house.
Arriving at the scene I saw a tanker truck that had been transporting gas had exploded. There was a car's wreckage nearby. Walking up to the scene and showing my military idea when the police tried to stop me I stepped on a piece of metal and looked to see what it was. Seeing it was a license plate I bent down to pick it up. When I saw the number I stopped in my tracks, I knew this number, it was the number of Mike's car.
Dropping the plate in a officer's hands I hopped the blockade on the far side of the scene a sprinted the few blocks to Mike's house. Out of breath when I got there I grabbed my key and opened the door, looking through the house though brought no real results, but the computer I had bought him was gone, that alone gave me hope.
Journal
Off time after 66th mission
I had my first mission after furs today, but it really didn't affect me much, they were still alive, might as well have been human to be honest about my opinion. After 2 months I haven't found a clue as to his whereabouts.
Journal
Off time after 78th mission
I've been called into the main office for our sector of the military for a special debriefing. Not wanting to be around my failed research of the past 2 years I headed in and grabbed a bunk in the office, it was about 7 hours until the meeting anyway, for some reason I was really tired, whatever they wanted I was going to hit a buffet afterward.
Waking up I felt much better physically than I had in a few days. Hopping out of the bunk I felt a bit different, like my body's balance had changed. Looking around I saw no one was around per usual when I decided to be around there. Glancing at the clock on the wall I saw there was still about an hour until the meeting.
Sighing I walked out and heard someone scream. Looking over I saw it was just a new recruit who had finished the training, they probably recognized me from the pictures of top operatives. Someone yelled that there was a fur in the building, hearing that I asked for a gun so I could deal with it. Several looked at me strangely while others ran out of the room. Wondering what was really going on I grabbed a stapler and noticed my hand was pure white. Grabbing my phone I used it's camera and took a quick picture and looked at it.
The picture I saw was a reptilian face, the features were similar enough that I knew it truly was me. Hearing people entering the room I saw a pair of sniffers. Warning them to no avail I quickly launched myself over a desk and killed the first one with a staple to the spinal column so that it went through his cerebral cortex. Grabbing his gun I shot the second one and moved towards the front of the complex.
Final casualty report for Sherri while she was human, 674 killed with weapons fire, 239 killed with martial arts or weapons, 74 killed with office supplies, 13 killed with kitchen ware. Total body count 1000
Journal
Time on the run from the military
No further sniffers have come after me since I killed the first 2. Heading to my condo I grabbed both my computers and my laptop and loaded them into the car I had taken. Heading out to the outskirts of town I opened my laptop and cracked a local network and searched the net to try and contact one of the fur groups. I got one of them to agree to meet me. Following through with their orders I parked in the woods and walked to the GPS coordinates they gave me. Upon getting to the location they asked what to call me since I really was a fur and not just an impersonator.
"Sherri, call me Sherri." I said.
Journal
3 years after joining the resistance
If we don't get a leader soon then all my work will have gone to waste. Hearing someone behind me I recognized the scar from the image I had memorized 5 years prior. "Mike, is that you?"
"Well, yes but who are you." he asked.
"Oh sorry I probably look really different, I'm Sherri," I said.