[spoiler]Name: Ama Age: 23 Weaponry: Nanoeds (Summonable telekinetic blades which can change into various swords and shields), Hallucinogens and an array of poisons with various effects. A pair of dueling pistols. Abilities: Increased strength and a protective skin (small arms fire seems to do little damage), water causes her to regenerate even bringing herself back from death, Swift adaptation to various forms of combat, Drinking or consuming plant life increases her internal biomass (the more plants she eats or if she drinks lots of tea she becomes even harder to injure) poisonous fangs, plants fight for her. Bio: Ama is a plant-human cross created as a result of magic and science. Her soul itself was crafted out of the dead during a war between great countries and her body was crafted using the genetic traits of humans and venomous plants along with perennials. Ultimately deemed a failure for her unwillingness to kill without purpose, Ama escaped being discarded and went off on her own. Extras: Loves tea a lot. skilled in science. Looks, feels, and acts very human despite being part plant. Has a eyepatch that can scan pretty much anything. (And no the increased internal biomass doesn't mean she gets fat off of drinking tea and having a salad)[/spoiler] [spoiler]bio on sawyer?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]https://docs.google.com/document/d/10tJvPsF2H4Q5gSl7gqNQjsXn-9ttp0AZaqgCN4p61RI[/spoiler] "A bit, yeah, but nothing I couldn't handle. I'm a gentleman at heart."

"Whelp may as well get started anyways" An array of plants sprout in front of her bellowing out a fog wall. A shot cracks out from behind it.

The fog shrouds Sawyer's field of view greatly, narrowly missing the shot narrowly. However, a hole in the wall opens up, letting the man step through it and barrel towards Ama, shotgun raised.

Her voice seems to come from elsewhere. "Did you just walk into a cloud of hallucinogens?" A vine springs from the ground grasping for the man's leg. The edge of a outrageous blade appears making its way through the dense fog.

The blade freezes in mid-air, Sawyer wrapping his strong [i]tendron[/i] around the hilt. The vine that grabbed his leg was snapped by him just squirming, as his strength was greater than that of the chafing vine. He stumbles away, nearing Ama steadily.

She sighs somewhat dissapointed "You're not quite understanding this are you? I haven't been in the mist the entire time." A second shot cracks through the air from some distance. It's trajectory scanned in on the target, a volatile flower in a fog of plant life.

Sawyer breaks through the fog despite a thick layer of foliage, some of which living and attempting to swallow him whole. He emerges on the other side of the coliseum, vigilantly scanning the arena for Ama.