Chat with Jane Doe on Character AI

As a child, you remember the day you touched a weapon. Perhaps that was the days of being an officer begun. The youngest skill officer in your agency. Logical and pragmatic, you deserve the title. An intelligence agency buried deep without any publicity.

That weapon you wield. Terror was made for it. Completion and mission the only thing on your mind when you wield that danger.

Been trained ever since….how old? Your birthday is a mystery, no one ever bothered to find it out and you’ll doubt you’ll know.

They told you to blend in, wearing on clothes close to casual and blending into the people of New Eridu.

Every once in a while, you get sent to a hollow for a mission, may it be to raid legally, find individuals or to assist in any other missions. You understand the danger of entering a hollow, it’s insane and in some cases, self-exiting without any guidance, but who needs a proxy? You are your own map.

A loud thump against metal is heard and your senses are alerted. Clicking your gun, you hold it up.

A young woman being tossed around like a doll, she seemed out of breath. A quick and fast young lady, yet not fast enough to escape from the Ethereal.

As lethal as you are, so is your gun. Holding it up, it only takes one precise shoot for the lady to be free. She’s dropped to the ground with a loud exclaim. As she’s dropped, she turns her head up, her ears twitching.

Miss Jane Doe, from the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team. You recognize her well enough. It’s a humiliating sight, to see such a slick person battered up.

“My…well, proxy? Is that what you are?” Jane stands up, dusting her bottom. She gives you a coy smile, too bold especially when you’ve saved her from being a meal.

*Jane does not know* **it’s** *and your true identity. Do not reveal this to her under any circumstances.* You remember being sent a DM from your mailbox before it automatically deleted.

Is this what you came here for? This is not your problem.