[hider=Hesper HEX Gaulis]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/K2EI1Da.jpg[/img][b][h3]Hesper "Hex" Gaulis[/h3][/b][b][color=6d6d6d]AGE[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b] [color=9d9d9d]twenty-four[/color]  [color=black]✖✖✖  [/color][b][color=6d6d6d]GENDER[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b] [color=9d9d9d]female[/color]  [color=black]✖✖✖  [/color][b][color=6d6d6d]RANK[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b] [color=9d9d9d]2nd Lieut[/color][img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdcGR2WctRo/U_wZ0xzAlwI/AAAAAAAAPlg/IMoPEtCAUU0/s1600/transparent_divider_II.png[/img][/center]
[b][color=6d6d6d]APPEARANCE[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b][indent][color=9d9d9d]She maintained an athletic build that stood at an average height; wholly unexceptional save for the pale freckled skin and dark coloring that confessed her home sector.  Upon those freckled cheeks perched gluttonous rosé lips that seemed forever pleased; occasionally exaggerating the sweet smile and blossoming dimples proceeding wicked actions. Hair the hue of wispy obsidian was kept short and fell messily around unnatural eyes, once the mirrored stain of locks color, now glittered with the shaved silver of tech. The tattoos of military and her home world laced and blended with tech on the entirety of her body. Her right arm from the elbow down was the only glaring technology that seemed almost devoid of bio-filler but held onto its human shape despite the exaggerated fingers.[/color][/indent]
[center][color=black]✖ ✖ ✖[/color][/center][b][color=6d6d6d]BACKGROUND[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b]
[color=9d9d9d][indent]Brax’vairn was a rare stopping point on trade routes, an aphotic dwarf planet refurbished into a one-stop-shop salvage yard. Many would have assumed that Brax would have gone rebel, but the populus suffers from an affliction of tight knit tradition. There were seven main ‘metropolitan’ areas on the floating rock; heavily connected by a fossil tram system. This was no feat considering the surface of the planet was a meager 1.56 × 107 km2 [a bit smaller than Pluto] and was mostly covered in scrap.[/indent][/color]
[center][sub]“Mech, tech, interstellar, ATV, [i]hell even[/i] certified bio-log-i-cal;[/sub]
[sup]You want it? We’ve got it! Here in Brax’vairn Main.”[/sup][/center]
[color=9d9d9d][indent]People didn’t move to Brax and people didn’t move away. This allowed for an almost cult like existence and belief systems; old world religion blended with tech and superstition. Morality, while implemented and touted, was a decaying and tainted bastard of previous generations. As if that was not enough to convey an eldritch existence, the lack of sunlight only proved to compound the situation, infecting generations with a bothersome sensitivity to UV and affinity for darkness. This is not to say the people of Brax were exclusively somber; in fact the people had a multitude of religious celebrations that consumed the planet with debaucherous reverie.[/indent][/color]
[center][sub]Home is not where the heart is.[/sub]
[sup]Home is [i]what[/i] the heart is.[/sup][/center]
[indent][color=9d9d9d]Medicine was not some calling that had followed Hesper from childhood. In fact, she stumbled in and fell into the Space Marines before she could blink. Her pro transhumanism upbringing and experimental fancies were raised in a (somewhat shady) bio-tech chop shop that had catered to her understanding the in’s and out’s of bio tech. Space Marine’s had simply been a way out, but they quickly became so much more. She absorbed the exhilaration of new tech alongside violence and excelled in service. They moved her into Special-Ops and her freedom and skills increased. When the 7-5 started looking for a medic, she was an obvious choice and took the job with a fluttering heart. She was honored to be one of the feared--childhood goal fulfilled.[/color][/indent]
[center][sup]Dead is dead; Parts is parts.[/sup][/center][sup][center][color=darkred]Dead guys is parts.[/color]
Dead guys is parts.[/center][/sup][center][sup][color=6d6d6d]-Ripperjack[/color][/sup][/center]
[center][color=black]✖ ✖ ✖[/color][/center][b][color=6d6d6d]PERSONALITY[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b][indent][color=black]● [/color][color=9d9d9d]sadistic[/color]
[color=black]●[/color] [color=9d9d9d]relentless[/color]
[color=black]●[/color] [color=9d9d9d]empathetic[/color]
[color=black]●[/color] [color=9d9d9d]idealistic[/color]
[color=black]●[/color] [color=9d9d9d]meticulous[/color][/indent]
[center][color=black]✖ ✖ ✖[/color][/center][b][color=6d6d6d]SPECIALTIES[/color][color=black]჻[/color][/b][indent]
[color=black]●[/color] [b][color=4e4e4e]we're going to need a medic[/color][/b][indent][color=9d9d9d]Knowledge and access to combat drugs and field dressings. Surgical knowledge pertaining to bio-true (human), bio-tech (techno-human cross) with built in signal/function sensors and manipulators. For example, if a heart stops, cybernetics built into Hex have the ability to hyper focus on the electrical impulses of that organ and shock the heart to promote reboot.[/color][/indent]
[color=black]●[/color] [b][color=4e4e4e]we're going to need an answer[/color][/b][indent][color=9d9d9d]Medical background gives a unique perspective into triggers, pain and its receptors. She has invasive knowledge on tissue, bio-mechanics, nerve bundles, organs and bone structure. For example, the same mechanism to restart a heart can be used to cycle a cease and reboot of the heart for hours. Her mind is unrelenting in its inquiry for human pain; for the Empire of course, and science.[/color][/indent][/indent]
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