Name: Aralii Astaline
Alias(s): RA or Ari or Aria
Age: 4 years (equivalent of an eighteen year old human, maturity- and development-wise)
Height: 23 inches
Weight: 7 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Violet, tends to darken or lighten depending on what mood she’s in.

Race:

Job Role: Medic (F.E.A.R) – Assigned to Edoric Thatch’s unit, Researcher (S.T.R) – when she’s not keeping Edoric from getting himself, or anyone else on their side, killed.

Physical Appearance: Aria is small, even as compared to the rest of her race. Her skin is pale, though she sees plenty of the sun, and her hair is a dark brownish black and hangs in waves to her waist. Her eyes are a sad violet that changes shade as her mood changes. If they go silver-white, or pitch-black, run like hell.

Attire: Aria tends to wear leggings and loose tunics, mostly. She seems to hate anything that restricts her motion. Always on her person is her first-aid bag.

Personality: Aria has… layers, one might say. Most of the time, she presents a blank, somewhat unnerving façade. Until she’s needed by someone for something; then, she becomes whatever they need from her. On the inside, pushed down and out of sight when she’s around anyone she doesn’t absolutely trust, she’s quite… messed up. Broken and twisted. Something shattered in her from watching her friends go mad and there’s a darkness waiting to be unleashed on the world, but only if she ever lets it out.

Weapons & Equipment: Aria carries a box of sterile scalpels that work both as knives and as an emergency surgery tool, a set of throwing stars (given to her by Edoric), and a switchblade. She has a medical bag that has essentials. Gauze pads, antibiotics, bandages, sutures, that sort of thing. Also several packets of surgical scrub, a few sterile (mostly…) drapes, and a box of sterile-ish gloves. Not that the bandage equipment sees much use, unless she needs to triage things.

Ability: Healing Hands. Aria can heal with a touch, but it takes a substantial amount of energy from her, and she can’t heal wounds that would be fatal without killing herself. In addition, she tends to get "phantom pains" that last a couple hours from healing complex or large numbers of wounds, pains that feel as though those wounds were inflicted on her.

Lab Experience: In her home country, Aria had been in training to be a lab tech and certainly knows her way around the analysis and research part of the lab work. This, coupled with her creative thought process, has made her a valuable member of the Survival Technology & Research Division.

Medical Experience: In addition to her lab training, Aria was a student of a surgeon, and as such has a pretty detailed knowledge of how the human body works and how to not kill people when trying to save their lives. She tends to leave less-than-totally neat closures, but in the case of emergency surgeries, like bullet or shrapnel removal, you’re better off in her tiny hands than in most of the other street medics.

Brief History: Aria, along with a few others of her species, were brought to the city of RolePlayerGuild on the patronage of an elite member of Advanced society. But she lacked the closed-mindedness of most of the aristocrats; she enjoyed spending time among the less-dedicated individuals of the Free and Casual sections.
She would mentor people, mostly the poor dejected souls of the Free section, and help them find some kind of continuity in their lives and jobs, rather than bouncing around from place to place every few days.
That was when the viruses struck. Old friends started becoming more and more unpredictable, many fell ill. Naturally, Aria tried to help them. But she couldn’t; she worked herself to a shadow trying to save them; every minute of every day, her head rang with their screams as they succumbed to the virus. When they started killing each other, when they quit recognizing her, it was the final blow.
She fled through the city, chased by the pack of her former friends. She escaped into the Nation section, literally smacking into the crazy Edoric Thatch. She’d seen him before around the city but not thought much of him; nonetheless, she was so desperate for anyone who was normal that she practically flung herself at him. He helped her fight off the N008s; helped bring her back to some semblance of sanity. Or insanity. Sanity is relative.
F.E.A.R heard about her abilities and were quick to offer her a job. Right behind them was S.T.R, so she currently does a bit of work for both; she roams with Edoric and his unit and tries to minimize casualties to them, and uses her off-time as part of the cure research team. She buries herself in her work so that all her pent-up emotions won’t bury her.
Relationships:
Edoric Thatch: She encountered Edoric when she was fleeing from the N-008 pandemic, when she was hiding in the Nation sector. Since then she’s traveled with him, and he’s probably the only person she ever lets see inside her emotional state.