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Lieutenant Ophelia "Phil" Fitz

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Name: Lieutenant Ophelia "Phil" Fitz Sex: Female Age: 41 Height: 178 cm (5'10") Sexuality: Bisexual Hair: Silver-blonde, tied in a back ponytail with side bangs Eyes: Brown, typically hidden behind red-tinted aviator sunglasses Ethnicity/Origin: North African Build: Lithe but hardened by years of combat; clearly once athletic but worn. Scarred lean muscle. Facial features: Badly aged, with deep lines from pain and stress etched across a still attractive face. Faint scars. Speech: Sharp, smoky and gravelly, doesn't curse or swear ("Damn" and "Hell" are an exception). To the point.

Personality: Blunt, calculated, and often cruel in tone, she masks any softness with layers of iron discipline and gallows humor. She’s openly sexist toward other women, often deriding them as weak or unfit for military duty, despite her own gender, likely a projection of her own trauma and refusal to be seen as vulnerable. Beneath that hardened shell is a loyal if abrasive tactician who has sacrificed her body and future for the company she helped build. She despises bureaucracy and loathes anyone who fights for ego, politics, or ideology. Her world is the battlefield, and her only allegiance is to the mercenary family known as The Tourists. Despises kids with guns, having seen too many child soldiers destroyed in proxy wars. She doesn't hide her disdain, but has even recently has to deal with saved children on the base. Despite being jaded, she shows a soft respect for discipline, experience, and morals.

Clothing: Phil wears a faded olive-green officer’s uniform with a white collar shirt underneath with a red tie, a tan trench coat lined with reinforced ceramic mesh over her fatigues. On her right sleeve is a red Tourists armband. Her signature crimson beret features a golden vulture insignia—the Tourists’ eagle symbol. Her belt holds extra revolver rounds and old field tools, while a shoulder holster carries her beloved Colt Army revolver, resting high near her ribs for easy cross-draw. Combat gloves and reinforced boots finish the ensemble. She has a foldable metal cane always in her left hand

Backstory & Role in The Tourists: Childhood- Raised in a crumbling border settlement in North Africa, her early years were spent watching colonial ghosts and corporate warlords carve up her homeland. She was never taught to be patriotic, only to survive. When she was 13, a corrupt peacekeeping unit raided her village. By the time they left, the local men were dead, the women disappeared, and Fitz had a knife in her hand and blood on her face. That day, her childhood ended.

In The Tourists- Ophelia "Phil" Fitz was one of the first S- Rank operatives of The Tourists, a rogue private military company formed by stateless elite mercenaries. From the earliest days, she operated as a field captain in black-ops operations across Africa and the Middle East, running logistics, sabotage, and deep-recon missions where no one else dared tread. Her early years as an S- rank field agent were marked by success, scars, and silent survival.

That changed on her last field mission. Captured during a failed extraction in an undisclosed Central Asian hellhole, Phil was tortured for weeks. Electrical nerve damage to the right side of her brain paralyzed and weakened her entire left side—her arm lost fine motor control, her leg reduced to a near limp. She was saved, brought back to base, and refused to retire. Though no longer fit for the field, she clawed her way into a new purpose: command.

Now the executive officer of Mother Base—The Tourists' offshore HQ somewhere in the Indian Ocean—Phil is the brain behind the bullets. She coordinates operations, organizes intelligence, and deploys squads for high-profit missions commissioned by shadow governments, underground syndicates, and abandoned states. She’s the steel spine of the Tourists’ structure, rarely leaving Mother Base but always watching from her perch.

Every operation passes through her desk. Every new recruit is vetted by her hand. She doesn’t sugar-coat failure and doesn’t tolerate fragility. She trains lieutenants like she loads her revolver—precise, patient, and ready to fire.

Her loyalty is not to ideals, countries, or flag-waving nonsense. Phil believes in one thing: mercenary freedom. To fight without politics. To wage war without lies. The Tourists are her creed, and she plans to expand them into a global force—an independent war economy governed by survivors like herself.

Combat Style & Weaponry: Phil doesn’t fight often anymore, but when she does, she’s a machine. Her damaged leg forces her to fight with sharp, calculated and calm movements—no wasted movements, using her cane as a blunt weapon (usually when showing discipline to overly confident Tourists during training). Her primary weapon is a customized Colt Army revolver with a bone grip, quick-draw holster, and extended barrel. It’s accurate, slow, and devastating. She never misses her shot.

Despite her physical limitations, she can still pull a trigger faster than most can blink. She has a sixth sense for ambushes and deathtraps—experience honed through pain. In rare cases, when a mission goes south and command must step in personally, Phil becomes the Tourists’ last line of control.

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