Hopefully sitting around and building stuff all day doesn't count as a [i]little[/i] experience, right? Well if so I'll change her, sorry if the character is [i]too[/i] military. Wanted to keep her with a very generic turian military lifestyle but find a way to keep her inexperienced with weapons, combat and all that. [s]And a good way to have prideful hothead who talks shit and gets aggressive thinking they deserve more, because every misfit team needs one.[/s] ------------------------------------------ [center][b]Character Sheet:[/b] Name: Nalryn Algra Age: 20 Species: Turian Class: Engineer Image Reference: [hider=Sketch] Hastily done sketched up idea of her [img]https://i.imgur.com/BvN8esF.jpg?1[/img] [/hider] Bio/Backstory: Boot camp was the standard for Turian life, 15th birthday and off you go to basic. Nalyrn's life was no different, having grown up on Palaven and was a fervent patriot to the Turian Hierarchy, desperately trying to prove herself to be put with the best unit as possible, to be adequately used to further the causes of her people, to handle the stress and pressure of combat while being able to think and plan, forming solutions on the fly.... Aaand she was a complete failure, an over-emotional, ignorant, easily angered and dreadfully shameful failure. And as such, assigned furthest from any frontline, skirmish, or dangerous area of space as possible. All that physical effort and thinking however dropped her right into the position of being a combat engineer! Heavy emphasis on combat, command didn't need her near any areas of contention, maybe construct a field base if the situation demanded. But shooting? Never. Nalyrn grew bitter as the years went on and her teen years of service were spent learning better ways to shovel foxholes and set up sandbags and makeshift cover, all while groaning in boredom. She had reached the age of twenty, the reaper invasion was swiftly confirmed and the fear settled in, she had found herself wanting, desperate to fight, desperate to find a enemy and shoot them up in a blaze of bloodlust-driven glory! [s]Despite the fact war was far from such, but inexperience keeps her ignorant.[/s] However, suddenly, work had been filed and the orders came through- she had been selected to join a vessel as one of the crew, to be enlisted in the help against the Reapers on missions specifically meant to really, seemingly, effect something in the galaxy. With all her pride and confidence, she packed her stuff with her and went on her way to join this frigate's recently added and haphazard crew. But something seemed wrong, this wasn't a turian vessel nor any normal crew. Needing answers, she checked the information again, then the dread and realization had settled in. [b]She was to be the ship's cook.[/b] Mess sergeant, chef, what have you, preparing the providing food, this hectic mess of a war had screwed up all the paperwork, right? How could all that effort assign her even [i]farther[/i] from her dream of combat? [i]Well, hopefully the complete lack of cooking experience wont cause any poisoning, or worse.[/i] Original 'Position': Combat Engineer New 'Position': Cook Equipment: M-8 Predator Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.) [/center]