She is your average 30s woman - with short brown hair, cut to the minimum of regulations. She weighs around seventy-eight kilos and is around a metre and sevety-seven centimetres tall. She the average military built, minimal fat with muscling around the legs and back.

She has a small scar on her knee - and a Skull and Knives tattoo on her neck. She doesn't pay much attention to her figure or appearance - keeping it natural and cleaned.

Mira Grace

Female

27

US Army Engineer

Mira is somewhat of an introvert at best, and lone wolf at worst. She has difficulty forming bonds with other people, due in small part to her childhood traumas - she can still talk around people but is slow to trust. While her life hadn't been the worst, it wasn't all peaches and roses either. This sort of mentality, has slowly cultivated nerves of steel to ther various parts of life and war, that she has seen. Some may call her iron willed, a pragmatic or a cold bitch - neither would be right or wrong. She is what many would expect from a soldier - cool, distant, professional - hidden underneath regrets, trauma and fear.

Mira was born into the average household of four - her mum, dad and older sister. Her father had been an army guy - mostly gone for several months on long deployements. For some or a combination of several reasons, left their house the picture of perfection underneath the seeds of discontent. Her older sister was much of a rebel, her mother wasn't much satisfied with her father absence and started cheating on him whenever he was deployed.

However, Mira was unfortunately not that much different. She was like her older sister, a rebel as well - albeit, it amounted to sneaking away and partying mostly. Her sis, mostly hung around in some more shadier groups than she did. At home, everything was perfect while the man of the house was gone - then everything was the opposite.

That all changed, after one deployement her father didn't come back. And it after, her father had come and visited the last time - time when she was spent outside. She never forgave herself for that - despite, their family dysfunction, she still cared about her father. The burial was a short and closed one - with life returning to the way it was. Her mother continued being a widow and bringing in multiple boyfriends - while her sister became involved in drugs soon.

This continued to the point, when Mira simply couldn't look at home as home anymore. With not much to do, with her life and a family falling apart - she took up the one thing, in remembrance of what her father had done. She joined the Army and never looked back.