Stephanie Walker

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Stephanie Walker
Stephanie Walker
Known Aliases
Psyche
Stephanie Lizewski
Stephanie Reeman
Stories
Forsaken
The Fusion Ultimatum
Predator
First Appearance
Forsaken Chapter 205
Personal Details
Forenames Stephanie Summer
Birth Surname Reeman
Surname Lizewski
Gender Female
Heterosexual
Nationality British
Residence Chicago, USA
Birth Place Reading, England
Birth Forsaken: 27th April 2006
Age Now 17 years, 11 months, 1 day
Family/Relatives
Father Mark Reeman
Mother Jocelyn Reeman
Step Father Dave Lizewski
Step Mother Mindy Macready
Date of Adoption Forsaken: 25th December 2015
Siblings James Reeman
Anne-Marie Jamieson (Step)
Daniel Jamieson (Step)
Physical Appearance
Complexion Caucasian
Build Above average height, slim build
Hair Below shoulder-length light brown
Eyes Gun-metal blue
Further Information
Likeness Kylie Laduca
Affiliation Urban Predator
Fusion
School North Park Elementary School
Home 2010 Burr Oak Drive, Glenview, IL 60025
Friends Jackson Evans
Katherine Evans
Craig James
Alison Johns
Pets Razor
Rank
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 Forsaken: Chapter 328
Operator
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 Forsaken: Chapter 220
Junior Operator
(v1.41)

Equipment

Weapons

From Forsaken Chapter 217
2x Heckler & Koch P30SK Compact in 9-mm with six magazines
2x Throwing Knives
2x Custom Sais
Combat Knife
From Forsaken Chapter 324
2x SIG Sauer P225-A1 Nitron Compact 9-mm with six magazines and SR09-K suppressors
3x Titanium Throwing Knives
2x Custom Sais
Combat Knife

Transport

From Forsaken Chapter 224
Honda CRF125F
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From Forsaken Chapter 247
Honda CRF250L
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Combat Suit

From Forsaken Chapter 217

First, I pulled on the padded undersuit which consisted of two parts. The jacket, which zipped up the front, was a dark royal blue in colour and actually very appealing. The trousers were a deep royal red, which I liked too.
“The undersuit is bullet and stab resistant to Type IIA Standards...” Megan monologued as I changed.
Next, I was handed sections of contoured modular body armour. The armour sections were in the same red and blue as the undersuit and clipped onto the undersuit and together to form a semi-rigid Type IIIA armour that protected the important parts of my body. I was surprised at how light it was – it was still heavy, but I would be able to manage it.
“... The armour is like mine and ultra-flexible to allow for maximum agility when in combat...”
Embossed onto the chest plate was a large gold symbol, Ψ, much like a trident. Megan saw me looking down at it, upside down.
“... The Greek letter ‘Psi’ – it denotes psychology...”
“Nice!” I commented approvingly.
Megan then handed me a pair of red boots that came up my legs and connected with the armour on my thighs. The boots had stab-resistant soles and were amazingly light and comfortable to wear. In the top of each boot was a slot, although I had absolutely no idea what the slot was for.
“Try this...”
I took the gold-coloured utility belt and with Megan's help attached it to the top and bottom halves of the combat suit. On each side was an empty pistol holster and around the back, pouches for other equipment which included a section for the communications equipment. Attached to the belt was a short, deep royal red, skirt which went as far as midway down my thighs.
“Now to cover your face, your very distinctive hair and that cute little Brit accent...”
I scowled at Megan as she grinned back. I was handed what looked like wig, well actually a brunette, shoulder-length wig, only the wig was attached to a mask. Megan took hold of my ponytail and with the help of some hairclips, secured it up and out of the way. I pulled the mask and wig over my head. The inside of the wig was padded and very similar to the mask that Megan wore. I realised that beneath the hair was armour to protect my head. What was visible under the hair, was blue. The mask protected the sides of my face, back of the neck and covered the area around my eyes and down the bridge of my nose. My forehead, and jaw were still visible.
As I was changing, I watched my metamorphosis in a mirror – each step was awesome to watch. Megan took the fingers of my right hand and moved them to my mask and under one side where I could feel three buttons.
“The first, here, enables the comms, the second enables the voice alteration technology and the third activates the anti-lift tech...”
After pressing each button in turn, Megan picked up a handheld radio.
“Psyche, this is Wildcat, over...”
In my mask I could hear Megan's voice quite clearly. She pointed to the left of my chest and I pressed my hand there.
“Receiving, over...” I responded, letting go of the Push-To-Talk button.
I heard my own voice coming out of Megan’s radio, but an electronic sounding voice was heard in the room. Megan saw my smile.
“Cool, huh!”
“Awesome!”
Megan showed me how to activate the hands-free or VOX mode on the communications equipment and then she handed me a pair of dark royal red gauntlets which extended up my forearms and joined with the armour a few inches below my elbow.
“Those gauntlets will protect you from knives and other blades. You have built in knuckle-dusters and they are weighted to improve your punch – we can ditch those as you get bigger. Your fist will also be protected when you pound somebody, or something.”
The final item, which I thought was bloody awesome, was a plain cape, the same colour as my skirt. The material was strange, but light and fluid.
“Bullet resistant and fire-proof, among other things...” Megan explained as she attached it to my collar.
The cape came down as far as the backs of my knees.

From Forsaken Chapter 324

Psyche was covered from head to toe in ultra-flexible Type IIA armour. The torso was a dark royal blue along with the arms which ended in deep royal red gauntlets. The remainder of the armour was a deep royal red right down to the boots on her feet. Embossed onto the chest was the gold symbol denoting the Greek letter ‘psi’. Around her waist, a gold utility belt held a pair of SIG Sauer P225-A1 Nitron Compact pistols in 9-mm calibre, each with a capacity of eight rounds. Also on the belt were a pair of SR09-K suppressors to fit the threaded barrels of the pistols. In the top of each boot, Psyche’s custom-designed Sais fitted securely. Her right thigh supported a mount for three titanium throwing knives. Hanging from the utility belt, a much shorter, deep royal red skirt was visible. The mask was new and it covered her face completely. The majority of the mask was the same dark royal blue but with a red stripe accentuating her eyes. The cape was also there.

Medal Ribbons

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 Royal Victorian Medal
(v1.06)

Urban Predator

Urban Predator
Intake Fifth Intermediate Intake
Date Taken 12th October, 2013
Age Taken Seven
Initial Phase 1
Final Phase 2
Codename Psyche
Status Recovered (1/1)

Notes

  • Favourite Food: Marmite on Toast
  • Favourite Drink: English Breakfast Tea

Gallery

  • CIA ID

    CIA ID

  • CIA ID

    CIA ID

  • MI5 ID

    MI5 ID

  • Fusion ID

    Fusion ID

  • Fusion ID

    Fusion ID

  • Injuries (from Forsaken: Chapter 301)

    Injuries (from Forsaken: Chapter 301)

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