[Hider=The Electrician]
Name: Gwendlyn Neilson

Age: 33

Appearance: [url=https://pin.it/1QYxTWDQr] Reference image[/url](This may change if I find one I like better.)
Stands at 5'0".
[Hider=Cybernetics] Optical implants to function as a HUD when reviewing electrical schematics for machines and structures.
Left arm from the elbow down is a prosthetic with a machine interface port. Only usable for diagnostics.[/hider]

Role: Electrical engineer/technician, total time on LD-10 is 3 years.

Duties: Assisting Holiday with maintaining the power cores for LD-10 as well and managing power feeds to machine chargers, residences, life support systems, and businesses. Also assists with maintenence of the machines and has a few project droids that she is trying to get online to help with moving stuff around her residence.

Residence: Claimed several apartments of the lower floor that were all ajoining. Several of the wall panels between these apartments were removed or rearranged to open up space for projects and to allow a more open concept on the bottom floor. One of the rooms was converted into a brewery and distillery in order to get around the conpany alchol limits to slight success. Another has a few barrel sitting where her attempt at making decent whiskey sits to age. The oldest barrel is only 2 years old and of poor quality. Another room was converted to a private growing room, with soil, and fertilizer taken from the regular grow fields. In this room she grows her own tobacco to then dry for use later. She does also grow her own lavender, chamomile, dandelion, rose, and tea for her own tea as well as a selection of herbs Gwen keeps to season her food with.

Relationship with Holiday: Gwen tolerates Holiday more than others as she has told work with the AI more to keep the power flowing through LD-10. She did try to limit how much of the residence she resides in that Holiday can access to no success, including attempts to disconnect parts of the residence from the network. The latest attempt was with a cutting torch resulting only in a small fire and neighboring areas reaking of hot metal.

Backstory: Gwendlyn grew up not really knowing either of her parents as the both worked long shifts for different factories. She spent a lot of her youth with her grandparents until she was old enough to start going to school. 

Some of her early memories were coming home from school and trying to keep quiet so the parent who was at home could sleep before their shift. There was often a pile of broken parts and electronics on the table, most being salvaged to repair others. Gwendlyn learned from watching her father carefully take things apart to find the source of the problem, and eventually started to help with the repairs when she was not at school.

When Gwendlyn was done with high school, she started to work in the factories as well. Through some connections her parents had she was able to apprentice with one of the electricians in the factory. The hours were poor, the pay was worse, but she found some enjoyment in figuring out how to make blueprints on a data pad a physical object. Eventually she was able to become certified as an electrician and started to make enough to move into her own tiny apartment. 

While assisting another co-work with maintenence on a large machine, someone managed to bypass the lock-out/tag-out and powered up the machine. Gwen was unable to remove her left arm completely before the large press caught it and severed the arm just below the elbow. The co-worker managed to stabilize her enough for a medical crew to get her to the on site hospital. The injury was cleaned and cauterized as the missing part of the arm was smashed beyond use. A basic prosthetic was created for Gwen as part of the work-mans compensation, which took the better part of a year to get sorted out. During the year she only had use of the one arm she had taken to drinking to deal with the trauma and phantom pains from the missing limb. She retreated into herself not wanting to deal with the possibility of being stuck with the one fully functional arm. It got bad enough that she moved back in with her parents, barely working enough to pay for her drinking habit and a little bit of the rent.

This went on for 6 months when one night she stumbled into the apartment reaking of cheap liquor. The noise of Gwendlyn half walking half falling through the apartment woke her father up and an argument ensued. The details of the argument are fuzzy at best, though Gwen does remember trying to punch her father in anger. The next morning both of her parents asked her to leave. Initially she was angry with them for kicking her out. Over the next year the anger turned to grief and regret. Gwendlyn worked to make amends with her parents, apologizing for her behavior and causing more problems for them. She started to make modifications to her prosthetic arm, adding the port to plug into machines for diagnostics, and finer motor skills with whatever parts she was able to salvage.

When the opportunity arose for volunteers to go to the new dome on the moon, Gwen volunteered in an agreement to settle her parents debts and some of hers. The initial training to prepare for the space travel was grueling. The last three years have been interesting to say the least. With there only being so few people here in such a large space it was easy to find solitude to meditate and privacy. 

[Hider=Dispositions]TBD[/hider]
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And here it is.