Name: Figaro Pennington
Order: Earth
Nicknames: Figgy
Age: 38
Family: Parents: Ivan (DAD3, deceased) & Eunice Pennington; Twin Sister: Regina;
Familiar: Percy, an English Mastiff
Occupation: DAD, Special Ops | Weather
Residence: Aeolus Island

Figgy was never the prettier sister, nor was she the popular one, and it was because she didn't care for things like that. Figgy's greatest ability is that of being able to blend in. She observes and takes in details others may miss, deducts to conclusions that are almost always correct, and does her work. She's extremely professional with her work and rarely lets her mask slip unless she's sure there is no one else around. She's not so much a workaholic as she is someone who enjoys her work, she has fun with it and hates to be bothered with mundane things. Her trust, once lost, is next to impossible to gain back, and she tends to stick with her initial judgments of a peron's character unless something drastic is done to change that.

She was born with a natural affinity to the elements and showed an extraordinary talent with the element of water and her weakest being earth itself. It wasn't until a year into DAD that her ability with weather truly made itself clear and she was pushed into a special training program promptly. Some thought she had some sort of electrokinetic ability, but it appeared her true strength was in creating actual lightning and using it as weapon to protect herself. In a large group she can create massive electrical storms with the strength of others. With her affinity to water, she can use that in congruence with her ability to create lightning and deal a great deal of damage to enemies at once.

Figgy's hair is a naturally dark black color that looks to have a purplish blue tint to it in the sunlight, her eyes are a vivid sky blue color and her skin a soft pink pale. She's pretty in her own right with her dramatic coloring, standing at 5' 8" with a willow slim figure with modest curves. Her face is pretty with a small nose and soft pinks lips. She doesn't look very threatening, which is the point since she works undercover mostly and needs to appear inconspicuous. She doesn't appear to be hardened or even that muscled, but if one pays more specific attention to her walk and light movements they can tell she's not as weak as one might assume she would on first glance. She has a lightning bolt tattoo on the inside of her wrist.

Percy is an English mastiff and quite large at that. He's a smart dog, and very calm most of the time. However he is protective of Figgy and seeing her line of work acts as an extra set of eyes and ears. Pretty much anyone who meets Percy just think he's a big lazy dog with a saggy face, and easy won over by a crumpet or a bellyrub. His fur is short haired and most of his face is a darker color, his tongue usually hanging out and he always seems to be panting like he's out of breath. When angered or in protective mode, however, his size alone is enough to intimidate at nearly 240 pounds in weight. He is absolute putty when it comes to Figgy though.