[hider=CJ Marshall, Mechanized Mess]
[center][b]Character Description[/b]
[hider=Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/na44ii9.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Theme Music][youtube]https://youtu.be/78gxz5TqVI0?si=eZt2Re-wGcOsvTan[/youtube][/hider][/center]
[hr]
[b]Alias[/b]: CJ (Calamity Jane) Marshall
[b]Species[/b]: Human cyborg
[b]Sex[/b]: Female
[b]Age[/b]: 30
[b]Reason for being on the ship[/b]: Two counts of second-degree murder, and a long list of misdemeanors.
[b]Appearance[/b]: In a word, weathered. She stands at six feet, but usually slouches lower. Her hair is ash blonde, in a messy ponytail that some would call practical and she would call easy. She looks out from beneath her hat's brim with one glaring green eye and the other showing only the glassy gaze of a cheap cybernetic. Her lower jaw, left arm, and both her legs are the same: bionics that were made to keep functioning no matter the conditions, but look more like industrial equipment than augmentations. 
Her outfits are designed entirely for practicality; she wears whatever she can fit around her bionics.

[b]Strengths and Weaknesses[/b]
[b]Skills[/b]: 
[i]Bar Brawler Extraordinaire[/i]: CJ's left hook was solid before it was made of steel alloy.  Now it's a bone-breaker.
[I]Self-taught Engineer[/i]: Cybernetic tune-ups cost money, but a toolkit is easy to pick up.  It helps that she often had to deal with temperamental machinery in her mercenary days, and deal with absolute shitheaps as a pirate.
[i]Dead Eye[/i]: Her cybernetic eye is actually a lot more functional than it appears, with zoom, night vision, and thermal modes. It also helps her line up impressive shots, but has to recalibrate after firing.
[i]Live by the Sword[/i]: CJ is no stranger to violence, and doesn't flinch when it comes knocking. She has military training somewhere in her mess of a head, and it's kept her alive and kind of intact.

[b]Weaknesses[/b]: 
[i]Death Warmed Over[/i]: CJ looks like she was reanimated by the lowest bidder, which isn't too far from the truth; nobody wants to be looking at her for longer than they have to.
[i]Friendly as a Polecat[/i]: She's got a grudge against the galaxy, and it shows in her temper. She knows better than to pull a pistol in the heat of the moment, but she has been known to take a swing at someone that crosses her.

[b]Backstory[/b]: A former soldier, turned merc, turned pirate, then presumed dead after an accident with a rocket launcher. To her surprise, she woke up on an operating table with a lot more metal and a lot less booze in her than she was used to. The particularly strange thing was that she woke up in the clinic alone, at least until two very large and very irritated men started kicking in the door. CJ grabbed her sidearm and got the drop on them in a lethal manner. She poked her head out to find that she was in a relatively populous settlement; not the sort of place where shooting first is an acceptable method of conflict resolution. The fact that she was a half-dressed mechanical monstrosity certainly didn't help. 
After that, she went quietly when the authorities showed up; one quick trial later, she was bound for someplace where she'd be someone else's problem. It was then that she decided she'd be everyone else's problem.
[/hider]