[b]Player Name:[/b] AtlasRize
[b]Character Name:[/b] Echo Olveira
[b]Character Age:[/b] 26
[b]Character Gender:[/b] Female 
[b]Appearance:[/b] She might not be shooting for Queen of the Runway status anytime soon, but appearance has always been important for Echo. Just maybe not the same appearance that others want to cultivate. Echo stands at a tidge over five-eight, and weighs around a hundred and twenty pounds. She's lithe and wiry, and stronger than she looks. The vibrant blue of her ear-length hair matches her eyes, and sets off the light tan-brown skin she got from a myriad of mixed ethnicities in her background. What would otherwise be the harsh lines of her cheeks and nose are softened by her ready smile, warm skin tone, and a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She's collected a number of tattoos over the years, mostly on her left arm and right side. Her wardrobe consists almost entirely of bright colors and eclectic pieces in a decidedly punk aesthetic. She keeps an image of raw, wild-child rough and tumble at all times, an image that goes with her sometimes raucous personality perfectly.
[b]Profession:[/b] Engineer (with a promising side gig as a non-combat pilot)
[b]Nationality:[/b] Amani
[b]Strengths:[/b] When it comes to mechanical things, Echo is an absolute savant. She intrinsically understands how moving things work and always seems to have the answers as to how to fix them, break them, or just MacGuyver them. It was this genius aptitude for engineering that got her selected for the [i]Vitae[/i] more than anything else. 

Echo is also a moderately skilled pilot of small to medium craft. Growing up in space is a natural place to learn such things, and with her innate grasp of how the things function and respond, she takes to piloting easily. What she isn't, however, is a trained combat pilot so while she's eager and capable when it comes to piloting things around for all sorts of duties (and indeed enjoys doing so) she won't be engaging in any dog fights anytime soon. Hopefully. 

Echo is also a pretty damn good musician if you've got the good taste to enjoy her style. 

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Echo, like many spacers, has a streak of anti-authority sentiment that can be hard to get past. Coupled with her fierce independent streak, sometimes touchy temper, and absolute willingness to throw a punch she can sometimes get herself into less than desirable situations. 

In a lot of ways Echo tends to be more comfortable around machines than she is people, and she has a bad habit of thinking the worst about those who haven't proven themselves to her. Particularly those from Earth.

[b]Personal Effects:[/b] Echo doesn't have a great deal of personal belongings, but what she does have are all very important to her. First off is her personal set of tools. A set of high quality pieces kept in a black satchel-style bag that she keeps with her at almost all times. After all, you never know when something might break. Or someone might need to be hit with a wrench. 

Secondly is her guitar. Not overly fancy, but rather rough and powerful, like Echo likes to imagine herself as being. She keeps it in tip top working condition, regardless of what the outside might look like, and she likes to play. 

The pictures. An absolute ton of pictures that Echo has scattered around her quarters, stuck on up on walls mostly without virture of a frame or anything else. Echo isn't the best photographer, but she's an avid one and her living area is covered in a myriad snaps of mostly people that she feels tells the story of her life and those around her. One particular photo of Echo and four others all huddled together in an obviously happy time holds place of honor next to her bed, the only one in an actual frame. She claims to have hundreds more that aren't printed out saved digitally.

She also brought along a collection of accpetable (by her standards) attire and a few odds and ends to go with it. 

[b]Bio:[/b] Echo grew up on a relatively poor Amani vessel. Both of her parents were mechanics and engineers, and she spent hundreds of hours with them in the depths of the ships workings, learning how to fix things or MacGuyver them into working correctly. 

She was only six when the aliens came in and destroyed so much, killed so many. It was from them that she first learned what true anger was. Echo learned to hate after her parents died at the hands of the invaders, and she learned to fear as well. 

But Echo had first learned love from her parents, not only for herself, but for the great machines that housed and kept them safe from the deadly vaccuum outside. Echo threw herself into learning, determined to make sure that wherever she lived would work well enough to escape the invaders the next time they came, or could fight back. It didn't take long for others to notice not only her single minded devotion to learning engineering and mechanics but her natural gifts for it as well. By the time she was ten she was easily the match for anything her parents could have done. By twelve she had left their capabilities in the dust. And she never stopped or looked back. 

When the time came for Project Genesis, her name was put up by the captain of her ship, and it didn't take long for those doing the choosing to agree. Despite some incidents over the years where Echo's temper got the best of her, the girl was perfect in many ways. Her skills could prove invaluable to any ship, and her drive to learn and explore all but ensured that she'd jump at the chance. Coupled with her age and physical traits, she was quickly snapped up as an excellent candidate. 

[b]Code Word:[/b] Spaghetti, right?