MERCEDES

Personality

At first glance, she appears to be a cute, cheerful girl, but behind her is a monster hungry for achievement

She has a sharp tongue and a personality that speaks her mind without hesitation; she is not frightened of anyone and does not consider the potential impact of her remarks; this attitude is common among many people. Although she maintains her outspokenness with her small circle of loved ones, she tries to be a little less heartbreaking..

Although she doesn't like violence, she clearly uses violence to solve her problems verbal or physical, they're mostly harmless little push and kicks around friends, and after few days, she goes up to them to apologize.She has a flamboyant, vivacious personality with an affinity for drama. She may appear confident and even arrogant about her quickness which is the fruit of her hard work and decapitating abilities, but in more sensitive circumstances, she quickly changes her mind. 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓉 oblivious to her enviroment but once she takes the hint her words causing too much discomfort, she steps back.

As someone who's been spoiled rotten from ner family, she a somewhat shows immature and childlike nature. So easy to irrate and take a reaction from, if pushed right buttons, she might even cry on the spot.

She's a workaholic and diligent worker, looks down on people who doesn't put enough effort and accept failure as a misfortune, or fate. Also, encourages people to train, or pursue their passions.

Background

Mercedes grew up in luxury, silver spoon and a nepo-baby.

Since childhood, she was a prodigy, born into a wealthy family; living in the prestigious Orchid Sector brought her lots, of course it all thanks to her family’s connections and abundant resources. She was surrounded by the best of everything. Private tutors taught her world history, from those who had lived it firsthand. Her childhood was a whirlwind of opportunity: learning multiple instruments, painting, singing, and mastering anything she put her mind to. But none of happened easy, she worked hard for every success. Because she loved received praises and when adults around her recognized her "talent". Compliments just comtinued to fuel for her relentless ambition.

She grew up, her visits to other sectors with her brother began. Her says passed she sharing her wealth with the ones in need to participating more dangerous activities, getting the way of official forces, playing a hero game. Her life took a turn when she met a war veteran who opened her eyes to something new: the possibility of becoming a real hero. What could earn more admiration than winning a real fight? From that moment on, she dedicated herself to intense training. There wasn’t even a war on the waiting, or she thought, humanity's evacation to below was still new and minorities, protests of the people who lived in poor sectors were in the gazettes, humanists were complaining about the dehumnaizing living standards on the lower was rising. Mercedes was determined to be ready for something bigger—something legendary. Her obsession grew when she heard about the Prometheus Project and its elite recruits. This became her new goal, and she pushed herself harder than ever.

In her pursuit of strength, Mercedes visit's into lower sectors grew and started to listen people. At first, it was a mix of helping others and seeking out fights for fun and self-improvement. Helping made her feel good—another kind of reward. But one day, everything changed when she crossed paths with a mysterious fighter. He defeated her in both battle, and shushes her silly hero game ramblings. His words cut deeper than any sword could cut:

“Why are you doing this? If you had no choice but to survive, would you still help others? To you, this is a hobby—a privileged child’s game. Disgusting.”

Shaken to her core, Mercedes couldn’t forget his words. He vanished, leaving her with a question she couldn’t answer. He was wrong, wrong, right? For the first time, she felt lost— her ambition felt suddenly an empty delusion without purpose. But instead of breaking her, his challenge became her new drive. She has to find him again, on surface this time, and prove she bas grown to be a better person. Ready to sacrifice everything for greater.

Interview

⸻“Why are you signing up for the program? Why should we choose you?”

(She proudly crossed her arms, eyes glinting in the light of the room. She smirked confidently, her already custom made swords and the belt around her waist clinked as she moved.) “Where should I even start? First, I'm great with swords, I took classes from the most talented swordsmans around the Orchid Sector. No one's faster than me! Second, I have been training my senses for years! I can basically read minds. Plus my instincts are pretty much second to none. Not to mention, I'm really cute.“

“. . .”

(She gulped.)

“. . . so please choose me.”

⸻“Do you have any loved ones? Those who you are fond of and would miss during the duration of this program?”

(She paused for a moment, scratching her chin, thinking about something serious for once. She was about to blurt out the usual, smug answer, but then stopped herself. Her smirk was replaced with a more serious, almost solemn expression.) "...yeah, I do. Mommy, daddy and big brother will miss me for sure, I will miss them too! But that's why I am doing this. . .

. . for people who I love.“

⸻“What do you hope to accomplish during this project? Any personal goals in mind?”

(Her confident smirk returned.)“After I defeat all the monsters, I want a biiiig golden statue of me in the middle of the city! A symbol of hope, an artifact to remain our old, dark days. I want everyone to watch me and say;” (She stood up abruptly, pressed her fingers to her chest.)

“IF SHE DID, I CAN DO IT TOO!”

⸻”Do you understand the danger and consequences of this program? Are you ready to risk your life for the greater good?"

(She confidently placed her hands on her hips, nodding firmly. Not even a hint of hesitation. Her smirk widened. She was eager as ever.) “Of course. I'd do anything if it meant becoming the best! And if I lose, that's because I didn't try hard enough, deserved.”

⸻“If you had a million copper, what would you spend it on?”

“. . .melt them to make a copper statue.”