[b]Agatha Dagenham[/b] S: 9 P: 5 E: 9 C: 3 I: 6 A: 5 L: 3 HP: (15+9+18) 42 XP: 0/100 Skills: Big Guns Unarmed Repair [hider=Brief bio:] Appearance: Agatha stands at 5’10 and has a slim build, though she is physically powerful as she is wrought with muscle in every available place, neatly packaged, making her not horribly lopsided by muscle but also clearly toned. She is assembled in a way that puts forth clearly function over form, her hips are full and wide but not in an unsightly way, coupled with her muscular thighs and abdomen she would have had less trouble than other women popping out a baby had she not been born barren; and her breasts fall somewhere between an A cup and a B cup. Agatha has a long, sharp, square face, with thin lips always that look to always be set in a purse and sharp, grey eyes that always seem to be open wide in surprise. Her hair is a coppery orange, with strands of various other reds that all share the same descriptor, outrageous; The majority of her hair is tied up into a tight bun on the back of her head, secured tightly by a maze of hidden pins that makes undoing it all a nightmare, the front is a fringe that dangles to just above her eyes, covering her eyebrows; both sides of her face are framed by two plaits made of longer lengths of fringe. However her head is far from perfect, she has a scar that runs from the top left of her head to the bottom right, terminating at her jaw, it crosses over her left eye and left nostril and cuts across the right corner of her mouth. The reason for the existence of the jagged, angry, red scar isn’t public knowledge. Personality: Ms. Dagenham is a loud, brash, emotional and vulnerable mess, emotions and points of personality matching and conflicting so much so that vault psychiatrists had to resist the urge to label her with some kind of mental condition before job screening. When it comes to work she’s strict and professional, cockily so and with a very snappish vibe, not refraining from lashing out at others when under stress, whether it be physical or emotional. In her free time she can often be found with the group of maintenance men she calls her “Lads”, smoking, drinking and brawling with them, and otherwise larking about and having a whale of a time. Despite her frequent lose contact with the other gender, Agatha isn’t very sexually active, preferring to be tangled in a man’s limbs when she’s beating the living daylights out of him and earning ration coupons, than being tangled in a man’s limbs during an “Intimate Moment.” When she isn’t smashed or bruising coworkers, she's often found in her room, leafing through ancient catalogues or otherwise busying herself with other meaningless tasks. History: Agatha was born to two parents who weren't very good at parenting, she was looked after by her neighbor most of the time, though this was more out of pity than out of genuine care, as se had her own child to look after. Growing up without a parental figure for the most part, Agatha quickly found herself in the wrong crowd, mixing in with the boys and becoming a delinquent herself. She was eventually turned away from that life (mostly) by a baton over the head one night when they were found sneaking Chems out of the infirmary. She stayed away from that point on, became reclusive until she had to work with people when she was assigned to maintenance. She slowly returned to her normal self, if a bit skittish at first, when she realized she in no danger of being clocked over the head with a metal bat. [/hider] Item on Hand: Flash Light Item on Hand: Pipe Wrench Apparel worn: Oil Stained Vault Maintenance Jumpsuit. [hider=inventory] [TOP OF INVENTORY] 1 Lighter 1 Bobby Pin ... Pocket Lint [/hider]