Ocelot

'Better not have broken your spine, Mister.' Lana sighs. 'Want me to take a look?'

Lana observes Zamir's pain. 'Hope you got your vest on, I didn't pay attention in med class!' 

'HOLY $4!/-'

Lana reaches for her belt and primes two grenades, which she lobs at the mass of reinforcements.

'Sure thing.' She takes the shotguns out again just as quickly as she'd put them away.

Glad to see you're not dead - please, just get your life on track though, buddy. I thought you were past making these.

She hisses and holsters the shotguns.

'Hahahahahahaha. Ha. Ha...' Lana falls silent for a long moment, then scratches her shoulder in a quick movement and starts talking again.

'This is a shotgun! See? It's cool isn't it! I like it because- (it costs 400,000 dollars to fire for 12 seconds)' She trials off into babbling jargon about her dual shotguns, details unimportant aside from repeated mention of a yellow-eyed snake.

'Sure thing, kiddo. One day, there was a young girl named Lana. Now, her older brother, he was a soldier in the army! Isn't that neat! CRY side, of course. See, the TLL soldiers, they didn't like him, so you know what they made little Lana do? Execute him!! Haha! Funny, right?' She gives a hollow laugh.

'Whoopdeedo, am I the only one without a grevious affliction? Yup? NOICE! I should have been kicked out ages ago!'

'Poor boy, yaddayadda, war machine, boohoo, he gets all the attention. Can't we get some action up in here? My fingers are itchy for shooting some peeps.'

//it's funny 'coz there's a pisstake police movie on right now

'ZOOM IT IS! Frenchie, Zoom, I like you guys.'

//btw... I know this is really stupid but... would you be okay if I maybe... used the names for something...? I have the urge to write...

//lol whoops, my excuse is she talks herself up first, truth later

'Hiya. Fancy name. Can I call you Zoom?'

// I haven't fun playing a character in almost 9 months.. thanks guys  

(I thought Zamir was on the opposing side... ah well xP)

Lana offers him a hand. 'General Lana reporting for duty AND GET YOUR ARSE UP HERE NOW!!!'

'LOUD AND CLEAR, FRENCHIE!!'

Lana fires in all directions at once, trying to get the widest spread of bullets she can at the TLL agents.

'You got it. French Beautiful? Your parents must have been reaaaal inventive. What's your mum's name, Croissant Escargot?' She yells back.

'I call the back. Thanks for picking me up, Frenchie. Oh, and my name's Lana, by the way.' She climbs onto the rear of the truck.

(Assuming he has a French accent based on his dialogue?)

Lana tackles one head on and hits him over the head with the butt of one shotgun repetitively, then pumps several rounds at the other soldier.

'You stay behind the truck, I'll scream and run at them like a maniac on three, THREE!!!'

'Sure thing, boss.' Lana totes dual shotguns (not stock provided from either faction, presumably stolen) and runs alongside Francis.

Lana awakens at the commotion, seemingly unimpressed at her wounds and such.  'Oh, look, my own knight in shining armour. Hiya.'

//sorry sorry my fault I don't know what I'm doing.

Lana seems pretty scratched up, but none the weaker because of it. If anything she seems to be in a peaceful sleep and would be pissed off if awaken.

//**** okay.

Lana remains unconscious.

//I hope I'm doing this right...

Lana nods and lifts the unidentified person, with (albiet unneeded) help from another random soldier.

((Just tell me how to start pls, I'm a bit lost))

Name: Lana

Gender/Sex: Female

Deformation/Disability/Hidden Ability: Unstable, quick to change her mind or succumb to mood swings.

Personality: Changes, but generally remains cynical, sarcastic, and skeptical.

Class: CRY armed soldier

Backstory (optional): too lazy.