Francesca Helaine KnightNicknames:
Frances; "Frankie"Played By:
• Hand-to-hand combat/knife fighting (nowhere near as elegant as others--more like a pragmatic brawler.)
• Highly trained marksmanship(sniper and close-quarters)
• Infiltration, Exfiltration
She stands at 6' even, with considerable muscle tone to boot, but putting all that aside, Knight still maintains an athletic and feminine figure. Her bust size is C-cup, and under all that armor she still has a toned core and a perky, rounded ass.Equipment:
(Note: This weaponry is usually her preferred equipment. Working for an arms dealer makes all sorts of things available...)
• (3) Push daggers
, all sheathed and secured to upper thigh
• Beretta 92FS, suppressed
• (1) Kukri
, sheathed and usually attached to either her vest or her belt
• Heckler & Koch SL8-4
• Accuracy International AS50
Knight passed her tests with flying colors and earned her stature through sweat and blood, having been noticed by recruiters for a handful of subtle traits. She underwent grueling training for a special unit, day in and day out; by the time it was done, she was nearly a different person, something with a hard exterior and tough to crack.
Her first few missions were successes, with no collateral damage or loss of life beyond the objectives themselves. Commanding officers had asked for surgical precision, and that's what they got. Her last one, however, was a complete, scattershot mess--the team was set up for a fall, as their targets were tipped off ahead of time. Knight was cut off from her teammates, captured and held for roughly six months, tortured and interrogated while the US denied involvement and effectively cut all ties. It's the name of the game for covert operations, of course, and Frankie knows this too. But knowing the stakes didn't make the pain burn any less.
When she eventually escaped and returned home, she was discharged, blamed for the botched mission and sent on her way, and with no skill sets she knew other than the ones she'd been taught, her choices for employment were a little....restricted. Knight took up mercenary work fairly quick and carved out a name for herself; it was no wonder that a mysterious "Ms. Katz" approached from out of the blue some time later, seemingly knowing all there was to know about Knight's background. And when she started dangling irresistible bait for a fresh new job in front of the former Spec-Ops soldier, Frankie felt she had no better option other than to bite.