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Elizabeth Jackspar



Age
21

Role
Melee Skirmisher 

Appearance
A life dedicated to training has left Eli with a lean, athletic form. An albino, her skin is chalk-white, her long hair a similar color, and her eyes holding a glassy-blue hue. She has a hard gaze and straight posture, like a soldier constantly at attention. Despite this, she’s prone to wearing civilian clothes when things are quiet. Scarves strike her fancy, and she’ll often wear them high on her neck over her mouth, but she’s also prone to gloves and arm warmers. 

Personality
Cold and dismissive to anyone that isn’t her superior, compliant and dutiful to all others with an underlying layer of competitiveness beneath everything. A quick, calculating mind and fast reflexes make Eli a good soldier and little else. 
In her early teenage years, Eli began suffering from severe and sudden panic attacks, often leaving her an unresponsive wreck. Not knowing how such incidents would affect her daughter's future, her mother went to great lengths to keep the affliction a secret from future potential employers. After a handful of years the attacks decreased in both frequency and intensity without professional assistance, which made concealing them much easier.   

Tactical Preference/Skills
Eli excels in melee combat, preferring swords to firearms and speed to durability. While her specialty is quick execution, she can handle prolonged confrontations, especially against a single opponent. 

Background
There were a lot of people in Smith’s Rest when Eli was still but an idea in the minds of her parents. Her mother a hunter/gatherer, her father a simple key maker, the two of them got along well until their child was conceived. Three months into her pregnancy, Eli’s mother lost her husband in large fight, reportedly started over medicine. 
Eli never directly felt the impact of her father’s death, but her mother suffered greatly. Not in the sense of sorrow –though she surely endured that as well– but rather she became incredibly strict. From Eli’s earliest memories her mother has been cold, but it could never have been said she didn’t care about her daughter. She taught Eli to survive in the harshness of Smith’s Rest, taught her to fight, taught her to know her environment and analyze a situation. 
What Eli did not receive in compassion, she was given twice-over in discipline, and by the time she was in her early teens the girl had a mind and body like a soldier. What scraps she got into with other kids were quick and brutal, leading to a small string of incidents and an even smaller string of friends. Indeed, by the time she was a young woman, Eli had no peers to consider close, nor was she bothered by this fact. Fewer ties meant fewer distractions, something she still sees as important on the battlefield. 

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Blur

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:Body-Plan:
Blur is a humanoid, bipedal NC, designed to move and strike quickly. Its armor is lacking, but a myriad of thrusters allow not only for fast evasive maneuvers, but also for gap-closing on enemies. 

:Type/Quality:
Blur is designed to be an up-close-and-personal NC, meant to close in on key targets before engaging in a melee assault. In this, Blur excels, and should the enemy be unequipped for close-range combat, they may have trouble. However range is her crux, and while Blur is good at evading enemy fire, should one corner her from far enough away, there is little she can do to get out of the situation. 
Though Eli would never admit it, Blur works best with, and sometimes even requires a team.

:Equipment:
-Sets of thrusters allowing for enhanced mobility and sustained flight. 
-Flare caches for more difficult evasive maneuvers.
-Targeting system designed to track a single enemy and suggest/allocate NC power to close the distance in the quickest/most effective manner. Suggestions are automatic, control/execution is manual.  

:Armaments:
-Standard-Issue NC Beam Sword 
-PPB-2.71 “Plasma Sword” (Purchased)
-Deployable “Finger-Claws” (New-Anchorage Custom)
-Set of demolition charges sized for NC's. The charges are kept as two separate components that are combined individually in their storage to become armed as needed, so as to avoid detonation from trauma to the housing NC.

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Vera Voloshyna


Appearance
Vera looks about as any ten-year-old ought to. She’s short, her blonde hair equally so, and her eyes are vibrant, lively green. She’s taken to dressing like Eli in some cases, with scarves and hoodies and the like, and generally has smudges of dirt or oil on her face. One of her front teeth bears a chip to it.

Personality
Vera is both easily excitable and hard to bring down. The girl almost always has a smile on her face whether something fun is happening or not, and tends to be more on the gullible side. 

Background
Vera’s parents were at Smith’s Rest long before she was born, as refugees from the harsh cold of Russia. Her mother was a doctor, and as Vera understands it she helped Ms. Jackspar deliver her daughter not long after their arrival, and it wasn’t until more than a decade later that she herself was born. 
Their families grew close, and Ms. Jackspar took on a completely different, warmer persona around the Voloshynas. When Vera was two, she spent much of her time being babysat by them, when she was five, she had managed to befriend Ms. Jackspar’s daughter, Elizabeth. When she was six, her parents vanished. 
The family had received threats multiple times over the course of their stay from residents none too fond of the Russian Volkov Security. The Voloshyna’s tried in vain to explain they held no part in the company’s actions, but when at last the threats turned to violence, they had no choice. The letters never addressed their daughter, perhaps because she spent so much time with the Jackspars it was assumed she was just another daughter. Regardless, when Vera’s parents fled they took the opportunity to leave her in the care of their friend, who agreed without complaint nor protest. 
The girl did the rest of her growing up around Elizabeth and her mother, and grew quite close to both. She did not receive the harsh training the other girl did, but Ms. Jackspar did teach her a few tricks to keeping well in the settlement. 
Nowadays she tends to follow Eli around, though given the other girl’s busy schedule, she often meanders about the hangers and machine shops out of fascination. 

Additional Notes
Though she learned English as a first language, she understands Russian from hearing and speaking it around her parents. As such, her spoken English does carry a faint accent, and at Eli and her mother’s behest, tries to avoid letting it slip in front of too many people.

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Eli was saluting before she could fully comprehend that it was Graham before her, and it was only after her mind caught up to her eyes that she felt a shallow unwillingness within her. Nevertheless, she stood cleanly at attention, presentable as far as protocol was concerned, and kept her eyes fixed on their new superior --in fact she had been shamefully unaware of Stein's accompanying presence, a fact she was unlikely to admit. 

It occurred to her then that she'd not yet spoken with Graham outside of more formal settings. Part of her was thankful that he was not different out of the briefing room, no jokes, no solemn speeches, no shattering confessions. His eyes scanned over her, and for the first time in a while, she felt like a blueprint under inspection. Her gut reaction was bitter, but no one except for her mother would have been able to tell, it was something they'd spent years trying to buff out together to no avail. After a moment though, she found a slight comfort in it, like all her jutting edges were sanded away, and she could once again fit into her mold. Once she might have flinched under such a gaze, but her life had been spent in the fires of critical eyes, his were no different. 

"Sir," Eli said, skipping directly to the second question. "If you require make and model numbers, I'm afraid you'll need to check my registry, as I don't have them memorized. If you require efficiency reports, I can tell you I've yet to encounter hardware-based issues, I operate at full capacity."

Her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of surprise and guilt flooding her at how nonchalantly she'd lied to her superior, and a solid lie at that. Eli never learned to lie well, she'd been an open book of facts since she could speak, and yet here she was, stretching the truth to her commander. If remaining composed hadn't been second nature, the subtle panic in her pulse might have come through, but she steeled her nerves and immediately told herself, over and over, that it wasn't a lie.

Then, at first absently but then urgently she remembered she was not alone, and worse, the girl accompanying her was perhaps one of only few that could oust her little fib. Stein was a good soldier, a loyal soldier, and had their positions been reversed Eli would likely have spoken up about it immediately. So she opted not to give Stein that opportunity, and moved to make her presence unnecessary.

"Otherwise, I believe Doctor Lofgren is processing the results of our simulation, they may not yet be complete. Is that satisfactory, sir?" There, prim and proper, the status-quo.

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