Name: Janet “Vixen” Carr
Alias: Vix, Carr
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Occupation: Muscle - but she's really more a sharp shooter/strategist. (She doesn't exactly look very intimidating nor do extraordinarily well when it comes to brute strength or hand-to-hand.)

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Vix has dark flowing auburn red hair that falls just past her shoulders-- on the job it's usually tied up into a messy ponytail or side braid. She's has an athletic build with long, slender features. She is rarely ever seen with make-up on or in anything other than earthy colored tank tops, brown combat boots, and dark jeans or cargo pants. She's rarely seen without her leather jacket and bullet proof goggles, which are typically worn around her neck when they aren't in use.

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170

Personality: Vix isn’t really what most people would call a “people person”. She’s brutally honest in her dealings with people and seemingly cranky most days as a result of her short fuse and fiery temper. Her trust is a difficult thing to obtain—her sympathy; nigh impossible. She grew up in a tough environment and learned how to be independent and stand on her own two feet. She doesn’t expect anything extra from anybody and, thus, doesn’t want anyone to expect anything extra from her. “I’m here to do my job and get paid. Not be your gorram buddy, [i]buhn dahn[/i],” she’s been known to say in her cockney accent whenever things start to get too "gushy" for her. She likes to keep things simple and would rather stay out of business that doesn't concern her-- you start learning about each others pasts and then you start caring about each other and the inevitable goodbye that comes at the end of every meeting is only made that much more... annoying. Emotions only get in the way. She likes to play the cool, sexy sniper lady who'll sooner kill you in your sleep if you cross her, but her quirks are so aplenty that anyone who really knows her can see through the ruse. She's got a soft spot for kids and despite her harsh exterior and somewhat masculine habits, she's quite the girly girl deep down....

History: Vix, or Janet as she was known throughout her childhood, was born into a seemingly simple and homely merchant family from the moon Dyton. They mainly specialized in distribution and were very involved with their work-- failing to do what most would consider a “good job” when it came to parenthood, but you’ll never hear Vix complain about it. She learned everything she knows and uses in her trade from her father, who helped her develop her keen eyes and encouraged her talent even at a young age. He taught her how to be handy with a knife as well as a gun and use her head. For reasons not yet disclosed her parents were arrested by the Alliance when she was sixteen, but due to her homestead's close proximity with the planet Greenleaf, most can easily guess it probably had something to do with the drug cartel. She went on to live in several different foster homes during the following two years due to her "problematic nature". First chance she got, Vix hopped a ship off that miserable little moon and has been on her own ever since-- taking just about whatever odd job she can find and collecting tools of her trade, as well as plenty of experience, along the way. She doesn't much like to talk about it all. What's it to ya anyway?

Gear: One sniper rifle, four repeater rifles, five shotguns, six handguns (two of which have silencers), 2 tranquilizer guns (one rifle and one hand gun),18 ornate daggers (a few of which are hung up on the walls of her room...) and several other various equipment such as materials to make pipe bombs and smoke bombs, a bottle of chloroform-like substance, some flashlights, night vision goggles, and three tracking devices. Most of her stuff is kept locked up in a chest in her room. On most jobs she usually holsters a hand gun on each hip, straps one dagger to her right thigh, slips another down the back of her left boot, and brings one rifle and one shotgun-- both slung over her back. 
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