Player Name/ Personal Journal:
Nicole Wagner/ Alisa_LeBeau_v3
Alisa B. LeBeau
Alisa LeBeau has a somewhat tan skin, auburn colored hair that goes to the small of her back, a somewhat lithe figure, and red on black eyes. She stands at 5' 7" and weighs one hundred and thirty seven pounds.
Estimated between Twenty Four or Twenty Six
Manhattan, New York City
The New Orleans Thieves Guild through adoption.
Alisa has the ability to absorb the rage of those around her and channel it into raw power. Her strength, agility, speed, and invulnerability. She also has a high level of intelligence, which is not related to her powers.
Weaknesses and Flaws: Alisa is unable to draw from her own anger and absorbing too much rage can cause an "overload" in which she loses control of herself or passes out. She has to monitor how much she absorbs and how quickly she can release it.
Alisa is never afraid to speak her mind, nor is she willing to take back what she says. Hard-headed comes to mind when describing her personality. She can sometimes become egotistical when it comes to her intelligence levels, what she can physically do, and her own beauty.
Alisa B. LeBeau does not know much of her own past. That she was adopted and brought to live in Baton Rouge, Louisiana by members of the Thieves Guild. There were always rumors she was a replacement Jean Luc LeBeau's adopted son, Remy LeBeau. Just in case something happened to "Le Diable Blanc", Alisa LeBeau would take his place and marry an Assassin in order to keep the peace between the warring Guilds in New Orleans. But in the end, there was no need for her to replace Remy Lebeau (whom she never met in person). Unsure of what to do with the young woman who was adopted into the Guild, Alisa began training as a "Guild Enforcer". A "Guild Enforcer" would go out to those who had wrong the New Orleans Thieves Guild in any way and collect payment... or break a few knee caps to remind them to never mess with the Guild again.
By the time she was sixteen and her powers had finally developed, Alisa had gained a reputation in New Orleans for being as cruel as she was beautiful. No one dared to mess with Guilds once they heard Alisa was going to be sent their way. But eventually Alisa grew bored of taking care of the problems for the Guild in New Orleans as well as in Baton Rouge. She left the Guild and the state of Louisiana behind to go attend college in New York City.
With her high IQ and impressive High School transcript, Alisa became a student at ESU, graduating early with a Masters in History and a minor in Art History. She now lives in a loft in Manhattan, working as an authenticator for various museums in the city, and street fighting for fun at night to let off steam.
Alisa LeBeau smirked as she looked at the new Monet painting before it. It was a true work of beauty. Colorful, clean, and in a very expensive frame. A shame it was a fake. In a way, she did not feel bad for the man who bought this obvious fake. "A fool and his money are often parted" they say, and this just proved that statement in full.
"I do hate to break it to you, Mistah Reynolds... but you are now de proud owner o' a fake Monet. I really hope you didn' pay all too much for dis."
She could feel the owner's rage at what she said, feel it fueling her powers and making her stronger. It was always a nice feeling, but she had to try and control how much she took in. Taking in too much too quickly could turn the lovely young woman into more of a bitch than she already was.
"I suggest you calm down, Mistah Reynolds. If you bought dis from an auction house, you should go an' report it as soon as you can. An' get a lawyer, you may be in a fight to get refunded whatever you spent on dis... Painting. An' next time, call me before you make a purchase. It's better to 'ave me inspect de work before you go an' buy it on de fly. Here's my card, an' I will get back to you wit' my bill."
Her words were dripping with wisdom as well as some snarkiness as she grasped her briefcase and walked out the door. Tonight, she would need a real good fight to get the edge off of being around so many fools. She grew up around those who took such idiots for rides and often took care of those who tried to cheat others. She had little to no patience for such things, and yet she took a job filled with morons and thieves. Perhaps she truly was a gluten for punishment, or for handing out punishment.