NAME: Lamarr
AGE: 'Round 35 or so.
RACE: Elf
CLASS: Scientist
HISTORY: Lamarr, in the modern world, stands as a shining example of cruel yet astoundingly successful ingenuity, as well as elvish pussiness. Born to a set of decorated and badass war-heroes in a family of decorated and badass war-heroes in the elven city of Mute Mountain and being a wonderfully brutal and cruel warrior in the Place With Two Trees, Lamarr was perfectly eligible for further training in the Valley, and to the Valley she went. Upon completing her elite-badass training, she was then given one year to kill an enemy, as was custom for elves before their sixteenth birthday. However, young Lamarr grew restless and impatient with yearning for the outside world, as well as coming to the realization that, while she had once found it fun and entertaining, killing people with just guns and her bare hands had become more of a mindless chore than anything fun that she had once found it to be. Against the wishes of her parents and an oppressive warrior culture, she fled the mountains, leading to her legacy among the elves as a p***y, and a hell of a lot of barbed wire scars.
Now with no home, no money and no helpful connections, Lamarr came to the city of Strawberry Fields, and stayed in a boarding-house with a crazy cat lady, attending the University of Rather Mad Science and having a job at a bakery simply to get by. She, within seven years, earned degrees in Torture, Machiavellian Assholery, Pain Philosophy, Cake Engineering, Euthanasia and Kickassery.
Lamarr spent the next years patenting various weapons and torture devices, as well as becoming a rising star in the euthanasian world, inventing creative ways of killing people in varying degrees of pain. She is considered one of the cruellest and bitchtastic scientists and one of the more unpleasant colleagues to have.
