AGENTS- 03 Boom Boom Chantes

Chantes tends to be very masculine and, at times, perhaps over protective of others that seem physically or emotionally weak.
Despite these charming points, and being seen as an optimistic person, Chan is can be severely realistic. As such her view on life... is fleeting and detached, for nothing lasts. Enjoy the moments for what they are.


//Back Story//

Abandoned at an early age do to her ability, Chantes spent a supposed Eight years of her life as a 'filthy, thieving, wild child' a 'street urchin'; or so many of the time would refer to her and those she ran around with later on.
It wasn't easy at first, she was chased out of many a town and city as a 'possessed child!' or a 'spawn of evil spirits!'. There were some though that didn't chase her away, but abused her talent instead, for their own benefits and left her to take the blame. The worst, and the last, of these kind of people was an up and rising drug lord.
Fallowing the rumors he, Mirza, had found her shortly after she'd been run out of yet another town. It wasn't hard to lure the poor starved and beaten Chan in with a few kind words, she was still to young to know better... but not too young to regret her choice soon after.

Treated like a dog and worse for years, one of the only comforts she had was a servant boy, Dakarai, whom became the dearest of friends to her. He would sneak her food and pretty things, teach her songs and how to sow vodoo dolls, and on days when Mirza wasn't around, he'd sneak her out to play and make havoc with the other parent-less children.
She found a good nitch with her fellow struggling children as a repellant against perusing merchants or police, but more so as a confidant.
Because she couldn't talk with out stunning some one, and no one could read or write, Chan was ruled the absolute last person on the face of the planet likely to snitch on any one. Many talked to her and unload their burdens, which had a surprisingly good side effect of unintentionally keeping peace, so fights between urchin groups were seldom.
It seemed a good life to Chantes, all things considered, and she found herself actually content from time to time. But such things don't last...
It happened on one of the days Mirza was returning from supposedly check on the poppy fields production. He'd been steadily expanding his territory over the last year, and many of the other drug lords had taken note... and envy. One of them had sent a... 'gift' over, in respects to the growing power Mirza showed; a rather large crate, it was suppose to be 'out of this world'. To prideful and greedy to refuse, Mirza accepted the gift; but not a complete fool had his men open it for him
Once the lid slid off a terror flew out of the gift box! It was a horrible dark, twisted creature that looked like it had torn itself out of the shadows of a bloodied corpses. Indeed a monster, 'out of this world'. Every one ran in blind panic to get away and save themselves, leaving poor Chantes chained to her masters chair, helpless but to watch as the monster gorged itself on those it caught. She'd resigned herself to the fact that she would soon be dead, when the sound of the chain braking, and some one grabbing her and pulling her away, cut her resolve to die short.
Dakarai had come to save her, but there was someone else with him, a towering white man in a white coat and strange glasses, an A-gent she'd latter find out. The monster had brought him to the exact location, but he'd been in the area already, looking for her. By the end of that day Chantes was free, and Mirza and the beast.... had vanished in the panicked fray.