[u][b]Name[/b][/u] : Brenna Sykora

[u][b]Gender[/b][/u] : Female

[u][b]Age[/b][/u] : 21

[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u] : Brenna stands at about 5 feet 9 inches, with pale skin. Long, sleek black hair that is sometimes in a mess. Her eyes are a teal like color, but tend to look out of focus or looking off into space. Average body type.

[u][b]Rank[/b][/u] : PFC

[u][b]Class[/b][/u] : Shock trooper

[u][b]Weapons and Equipment[/b][/u] : MAGS M10, B Type M1 Grenade

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u] : A hermit by nature. she tends to lock herself away from social interactions, only socializing if unable to retreat from it or if she's with a friend. Even when socializing, she tends to keep her sentences short and to the point, which leads to her other personality point. She's blunt, sometimes harshly blunt, she doesn't want to beat around the bush or waste time, this could be seen as a good point in combat, but considered cold and heartless when she does actually socialize.

But Brenna is also an intellectual person, usually found reading, writing, or drawing. She may also Daydream, which normally consist of sitting in peaceful plains while listening to the natural sounds of the world.

[u][b]Bio[/b][/u] : Brenna was orphaned when she was only five years of age, for reasons unknown. She was taken up by a woman who raised her, and once Brenna was ten, the woman told her she was an orphan and that she took her in so she would be able to live out a normal life. She then spent most of her time reading and drawing, completed her schooling and moved back to the border town she was raised in and lived on it's outskirts, doing her best to keep social interaction to a minimum while still having access to a job and a source to buy daily needs such as food. But she always felt inadequate, why would her biological parents orphan her? So she vowed to find them so she could ask them that question.

Brenna avoided jobs that required social interaction on a daily basis, and took up a job as a baker for a bakery. And used the money she made to buy ingredients for cooking. She constantly tells herself that her cooking is sub par, even when some of the locals have said otherwise. She loved the peaceful way of life she had established for herself, and hoped to never lose it, but with the murmurs of war approaching she felt that it would be lost fairly soon. But she was prepared to defend it to the best of her abilities.

[u][b]RP Sample[/b][/u] : A normal day. A very beautiful one. Brenna looked up at the sky as she was returning home, few clouds in the sky. It was scenic, she hoped it would stay like this till she got home so she could sketch it. Her eyes returned to the pathway, a rod of bread in her vision, and the smell of ingredients filling her nose. Apparently the townsfolk loved her cooking, but she felt they were only saying that because she lived alone and felt some sympathy. "Sympathy" she spoke, trying to get a feel for the words on her lips. 'It's wasted to feel sympathy towards me, there's nothing to feel sympathetic towards. I'm not ill, I'm not made fun of, nor am I physically disabled....Oh well'

After a few more minutes of walking, she arrived at her house and turned around to look at the sky. A small smile crept on her face. The sky still looked the way it did. 'Thank you sky.' she thought to herself. Then turned to walk inside when she heard a light crunch beneath her foot. Stepping back, she saw flowers with a small note. 'What?' She quickly stepped over it and put the bag of groceries on a table before going back to the front door to pick up the flowers and the note. But decided she'd read the note once she had dinner cooking. But something prevented her from starting to cook dinner, and instead read the note. Which turned out to be a note from a secret admirer, but sadly, she'd never be able to write the person back because there was no return address. 'Probably an honest mistake when writing this...but...why would anyone want to be with me?' She thought to herself, then went on to cooking dinner and writing a return letter should she ever find this person. The next few nights were sleepless until she accepted the fact that the person might have evacuated the town with the impending war.

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[u][b]Name[/b][/u] : Celeste Stichler

[u][b]Gender[/b][/u] : Female

[u][b]Age[/b][/u] : 20

[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u] : [img]http://s9.favim.com/orig/130813/anime-girl-black-and-white-blue-eyes-black-hair-Favim.com-852125.png[/img]

[u][b]Rank[/b][/u] : Corporal

[u][b]Class[/b][/u] : Lancer

[u][b]Weapons and Equipment[/b][/u] : Theimer M01, Gallian-A1

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u] : Celeste's psychological damage has caused her to act out of place at times, or give her personalities that don't seem to suit how she actually acts. She is normally a caring person, she does speak most of what's on her mind, but keeps nice about it, not wanting anyone to be damaged like she is, which leads her to be insecure about herself and constantly berates herself.

[u][b]Bio[/b][/u] : Celeste was on a smooth road for the early parts of her life until her father was murdered. She was seven when this happened, and her innocence was shattered. But problems didn't stop there, most of her life was surrounded by her mothers attempts to drown out her own sorrow, be it by drinking heavily, disappearing for days with no explanation why when she returned, and even attempted suicides. While this damaged Celeste on the psychological level, it also pushed her forward, with the determination to leave her mother forever, and live on her own with the hopes she'd slowly recover from all the damage. But she always felt unwanted by her mother after the event, which makes her insecure and rather hateful of herself.

It wasn't until she was halfway through her schooling that she found out why her father had been murdered. Which was the last time she was given bad news in her life up to this point. And, at the same time, she got some good news. Some of her aunts and uncles, and even a grandparent, finally sat her mother down in a sort of intervention kind of way, and finally got her mother some help. She was also allowed to stay with another grandparent until she felt capable of living on her own.

[u][b]RP Sample[/b][/u] : (More of less some added bio, you know I can make posts o 3o)

Celeste stretched. A hard day working at her grandmas house. The old woman couldn't do much heavy lifting herself anymore, but was apparently a heavy lifter before she got old, Celeste was even shown some pictures of her grandma a few years before her bones couldn't support the weight anymore. All of this was believable, her grandma was slumped over, walking with a cane, and pictures showed her carrying heavy objects on her back. But she still had the spirit of a younger woman, helping Celeste when she could, and even talking to Celeste as if they young teenage girls near a handsome boy. She was best friends with her though, Celeste had written in her diary a few times that her grandma was the best, best friend she could have ever asked for.