Appearance: 
(Disregard the crossbow and the bare thighs, the picture is otherwise perfect).
Name: O’Connor, Chloe
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Callsign: Noob
Kills: 0! For now.
Psychological Analysis: Chloe is peppy, energetic, and always talking. She’s an absolutely zealous worker and at times an insufferable kiss-up to authority figures, both habits born from the days when she had to work odd jobs to keep her family off the streets – to her, perfection is necessary to survive. She possesses a confidence that at times crosses the border completely into arrogance, being well aware that she had to work very hard to get where she is, and she often acts like she understands situations better than she actually does. She resents her position as the ‘FNG’ a bit, but for the most part she takes it as a challenge; she’s determined to prove her worth to her new contemporaries and show them just why she belongs alongside them.
Chloe’s friendly enough to most people who can put up with her, though she has a habit of making snap judgements about people that tend to stick around for a very long time, for good or ill. She loves conversation and comparing tactics, strategies or technical notes with her peers; she’s obsessed with self-improvement and being better at her job, so if she can accept that someone has some knowledge or experience she doesn’t, she’ll do her level best to get it out of them.
Deep down, her perfectionism gives way to a gnawing anxiety about her place in the world and in the 101st Legion, and she tends to deal with outright failure very poorly. She loves her family, and writes home to them frequently, though she’d be lying if she said she had any deep patriotic feelings for the UEE. To her, the Legion is a potentially lucrative career, a place she can perform well and rise far; she hasn’t put much thought into the actual ‘combat’ part of it, the risking of her own life and the taking of others’, but she believes that she’ll manage, when the time comes. The prospect of peace conflicts her – she’s seen enough devastation caused by the war to know it would be a good thing, but at the same time… it would really throw a wrench in her career goals.
Military Record: Military Record: Chloe was born on Earth in the city of Dublin, Ireland, the first of three children. Her parents were refugees from the planet Artal, an agrarian world that had recently fallen after a prolonged invasion by Coalition forces. Dublin was an urban jungle, sprawling and filthy and poverty stricken from a growing refugee crisis. Chloe grew up in a hovel on the river Liffey, which she shared with her parents and her two twin siblings; for most of her life, the family was wretchedly poor, there being little good work for people whose only marketable skills were in off-world farming.
Chloe started working odd jobs from the age of 12 to supplement her parent’s income; she hauled garbage, waited tables in in restaurants in the ‘nice’ part of town – once or twice she got involved in more illegal operations, though she made certain not to get too far into that game. The city was dangerous; everyone carried a gun, and everyone knew how to use one. Despite the difficult circumstances, Chloe’s mother found time to homeschool her children, and Chloe supplemented that education as best as she good. All the while, she was planning her escape; how she would one day provide a better life for her family. There wasn’t money at home, but there was always a need for good soldiers.
On her seventeenth birthday, Chloe marched into a recruitment station in tattered clothes with a face covered in mud and demanded to be considered eligible for training – not just as a grunt soldier, but as an MAS pilot, the best of the best. She was immediately laughed out of the room, though she remained camped outside the building for three days, yelling at the window that she wouldn’t leave until she was given the basic aptitude test. Finally, the recruitment officer relented, expecting her to fail immediately; however, she had been training and studying obsessively for this moment for a year, and both her physical performance and test scores were enough to qualify her for training. She backed a bag full of possessions, kissed her mother goodbye, and was on the next shuttle to basic, promising to send money home.
Chloe excelled in training, though most of her peers considered her absolutely insufferable. She trained and studied obsessively, graduating three years later at the top of her class and immediately being promoted to active duty with a unit of veterans. She has yet to see actual combat, but she’s looking forward to the chance to finally prove that she deserves this chance; and make a little money for her family in the bargain.
Equipment: Simple magnetic pilot’s sidearm in a thigh holster. She also has a picture of her little brother and sister scrunched up in her back pocket.
(Disregard the crossbow and the bare thighs, the picture is otherwise perfect). Name: O’Connor, Chloe
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Callsign: Noob
Kills: 0! For now.
Psychological Analysis: Chloe is peppy, energetic, and always talking. She’s an absolutely zealous worker and at times an insufferable kiss-up to authority figures, both habits born from the days when she had to work odd jobs to keep her family off the streets – to her, perfection is necessary to survive. She possesses a confidence that at times crosses the border completely into arrogance, being well aware that she had to work very hard to get where she is, and she often acts like she understands situations better than she actually does. She resents her position as the ‘FNG’ a bit, but for the most part she takes it as a challenge; she’s determined to prove her worth to her new contemporaries and show them just why she belongs alongside them.
Chloe’s friendly enough to most people who can put up with her, though she has a habit of making snap judgements about people that tend to stick around for a very long time, for good or ill. She loves conversation and comparing tactics, strategies or technical notes with her peers; she’s obsessed with self-improvement and being better at her job, so if she can accept that someone has some knowledge or experience she doesn’t, she’ll do her level best to get it out of them.
Deep down, her perfectionism gives way to a gnawing anxiety about her place in the world and in the 101st Legion, and she tends to deal with outright failure very poorly. She loves her family, and writes home to them frequently, though she’d be lying if she said she had any deep patriotic feelings for the UEE. To her, the Legion is a potentially lucrative career, a place she can perform well and rise far; she hasn’t put much thought into the actual ‘combat’ part of it, the risking of her own life and the taking of others’, but she believes that she’ll manage, when the time comes. The prospect of peace conflicts her – she’s seen enough devastation caused by the war to know it would be a good thing, but at the same time… it would really throw a wrench in her career goals.
Military Record: Military Record: Chloe was born on Earth in the city of Dublin, Ireland, the first of three children. Her parents were refugees from the planet Artal, an agrarian world that had recently fallen after a prolonged invasion by Coalition forces. Dublin was an urban jungle, sprawling and filthy and poverty stricken from a growing refugee crisis. Chloe grew up in a hovel on the river Liffey, which she shared with her parents and her two twin siblings; for most of her life, the family was wretchedly poor, there being little good work for people whose only marketable skills were in off-world farming.
Chloe started working odd jobs from the age of 12 to supplement her parent’s income; she hauled garbage, waited tables in in restaurants in the ‘nice’ part of town – once or twice she got involved in more illegal operations, though she made certain not to get too far into that game. The city was dangerous; everyone carried a gun, and everyone knew how to use one. Despite the difficult circumstances, Chloe’s mother found time to homeschool her children, and Chloe supplemented that education as best as she good. All the while, she was planning her escape; how she would one day provide a better life for her family. There wasn’t money at home, but there was always a need for good soldiers.
On her seventeenth birthday, Chloe marched into a recruitment station in tattered clothes with a face covered in mud and demanded to be considered eligible for training – not just as a grunt soldier, but as an MAS pilot, the best of the best. She was immediately laughed out of the room, though she remained camped outside the building for three days, yelling at the window that she wouldn’t leave until she was given the basic aptitude test. Finally, the recruitment officer relented, expecting her to fail immediately; however, she had been training and studying obsessively for this moment for a year, and both her physical performance and test scores were enough to qualify her for training. She backed a bag full of possessions, kissed her mother goodbye, and was on the next shuttle to basic, promising to send money home.
Chloe excelled in training, though most of her peers considered her absolutely insufferable. She trained and studied obsessively, graduating three years later at the top of her class and immediately being promoted to active duty with a unit of veterans. She has yet to see actual combat, but she’s looking forward to the chance to finally prove that she deserves this chance; and make a little money for her family in the bargain.
Equipment: Simple magnetic pilot’s sidearm in a thigh holster. She also has a picture of her little brother and sister scrunched up in her back pocket.
Throwing in my hat for FNG!