Seven of Clubs: Ablata

Summary
Annabelle Riccio, known by her alias of Ablata, is the daughter of an Italian arms manufacturer. Her father was contracted by a mysterious man linked to the 52 competition (later discovered to be, of course, Boss Tweed) to build a line of hand-holdable howitzer artillery cannons. Her father didn't ask questions, and completed the contract. After the contract finished, the weapons were stolen and the factory was shelled heavily by unknown assailants. Her father is presumed dead, and she is seeking his murderers.

Ablata used her father's small home forge to build a set of angular armor that makes her very hard to hit directly. When immobile and laying down, she looks like "a pile of goddamn scrap metal" (Smoky Mountain, previous assailant). She uses two automatic Uzi's to fight, often spinning in a tight pirouette to provide even less attackable areas to her enemies.

Flavor Text
Annabelle resented her nickname. Ablata. It sounded stupid. She was the 7 of Clubs, goddammit, and she should be able to change her alias. Two Spade grunts came out from a building and, seeing her, turned their guns. Nicknames could wait. She turned sideways, removing her gun from a back holster, and fired on them. They were accurate shots, and she felt several rounds flick away from her armor as they hit. 'One of these days, some guy is gonna be packing armor piercers and I'm gonna be holier than the Pope," she thought. The Spades fell. Back to nickname pondering. Maybe Reflecta? That sounded like some mirror skin villain; she decided against it. Sensing movement, she lay down, looking convincingly like a pile of metal scraps.

Down the street came a Diamond APC. this was what she was waiting for! She ran to the vehicle, and strapped an artillery round with a detonator to the top hatch. "Time to crack this turtle!" she thought to herself with a chuckle.