First Name:  Rebecca
Last Name:  Bellerose

Age (DOB):  32 (January 2nd, 2484)

Height:  5'5"

Weight:  150 lbs

General Appearance (Picture acceptable):  [hider=Appearance][img]https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0373/75/1421265692699.jpg[/img][/hider]
Reason for being on the ship (Hired position (if hired what position) or passenger): Passenger
Persuasion:  Alliance

Military Service (If any): Served with the Alliance before the war and after though she technically was an official member of the browncoats for a time as well. She served two more years of service after the war reaching the rank of Captain before leaving after a total of ten years.

General Skills:  Rebecca learned pretty much all of the soldiering skills, first aid, hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and tactics. Additionally though she was taught more less traditional abilities for her job like stealth, espionage, mountaineering(for some reason), and torture endurance.

Talents:  Rebecca can sneak up on a wary fox in the middle of a field of broken glass, she is damn near unparalleled when it comes to stealthy infiltration. As well she is a great actor, able to fit into any role she is given convincingly. She can also play a mean harmonica.

Flaws:   Rebecca doesn't care anymore, nothing really makes her feel alive anymore, as such she is prone to taking unnecessary risks just for that little bit of excitement, even going so far as to subject herself to physical harm that she could easily avoid. In addition to this, since striking out on her own she has developed a downright hatred of being told what to do.

Gear: A highly customized submachine gun with suppressor, a tazer, a set of body armor, combat knife, and a harmonica.

Personality Traits:  Rebecca is jaded, almost nothing impresses her, at least nothing she has seen in a long time. She also trusts noone, the first thing she does when she meets someone is examine them and devise how she would kill them if the need arises. Still she doesn't let that stop her from communicating with others, though she speaks plainly, and voices her true thoughts without a filter in most cases.

History: [hider=Background]Born and raised on Osiris, her mother was a high ranking member of the Alliance military, and her father a reputable doctor. She lived a pampered lifestyle, her parents envisioned her going into politics, they beat a patriotic streak into her that'd make even the most devout purple belly jealous. As her schooling drew to a close they set up the channels to ensure she got a high ranking cushy job in the military job right out of school. With a little clout from her parents, directly out of school she was assigned to a program for a new special force being trained to infiltrate the growing Independence movement and gather intel and sabotage it from within. Of course she was never expected to be good at it, or actually see action, she was just supposed to have Special Forces experience on her resume. Unexpectedly though she was stellar at it, she blew away the marks of her fellow trainees.

Still despite this, her COs knew that regardless of her skills and pleading if they were to actually put her in danger they would see their careers ruined. Her many requests for assignment were "lost" in the system, and she was forced to watch as her comrades all got their assignments and left her to the futility off her constant requests. Still, eventually war broke out, at first it was expected that the Alliance would quell the rebellion within months. Months dragged on,  she heard of stories from soldiers that had been deployed on the front of glorious victories and crushing defeats. Every story serving to further fuel her desire to fulfill the purpose she had been trained for, until it finally met a tipping point when she found her mother had died in the war. She filed a new request for an assignment, going so far as to threaten defection if her request was not fulfilled.

Finally though it was, she was to take on the identity of the daughter of a farmer on Jiangyin, and using the skills she had been taught she would enlist and get herself assigned to a communications outpost, from there she would relay coding methods and troop positions to the Alliance. After about a year of feigning an ignorance with guns, an affinity for radio equipment and code-breaking, and occasionally other people in the field falling prey to horrible "accidents" she had succeeded in her job. She landed on a communications outpost on Hera all troop movements on and around the planet went through her squad.  A squad she had to admit was pretty fine, one of her squadmates, a kid from Regina that couldn't have been more that 19 even taught her how to play the harmonica. During her time on Hera she relayed hundreds of pieces of intel to the Alliance discreetly, causing the losses of likely thousands of Browncoats. 

Eventually she grew very close to her squadmates, and even began to question if she was on the right side, these men and women were fighting for something they believed in, independence, how could that be wrong? But by the same token the Alliance only wanted to help them, how couldn't they see that?Morally torn and with command informing her of a massive offensive planned for the planet, she made her decision fast. In the quiet of the night she subdued, gagged and bound her squadmates one by one. When her transport eventually arrived, she stifled a tear as she watched the confused faces of the men and women she had served with were hauled away, to be locked up in some prison for the rest of their lives.

After the war, her experiences left the her with a sour taste in her mouth in regards to military service. She saw what she had done as wrong, but necessary, and a couple years later she left the military.  During this time she made no attempt to contact her family and instead chose to strike out as a bounty hunter, using the same methods she had done in the war to infiltrate criminal crews of smugglers or pirates, subduing them, and turning them into the Alliance just as she had done in the war though now with the justification that they were criminals making her feel slightly better about herself. She was damn good at it too. Within a few years she had amassed a small fortune, certainly enough to retire with, but she didn't. Somewhere along the way, she had decided that she couldn't accept the thought of someone like her getting to live out their days in comfort and solitude. It just didn't feel right.[/hider]