Her weapon is of the beam kind. It's less messy and smoother to use along with a lot more reliable than conventional ballistic weapons. The rifle can be modified to support fully automatic, sniper mode, sub-machinegun mode and even squad automatic weapon type.
Another good thing with the weapon is that it lasts for quite a long time before the need to change power cells arise, the downside is that they are extremely rare to find outside of the Space Faction forces.
This is the reason that she carries a sword strapped to her back. While the sword can be charged using power cells to make it's cutting power a lot stronger, it works as a conventional sword as well.
Faction: Space Faction, undercover as a Merc
Skills: Weapon diversity training. She is quite versed in using different weapon modes on her rifle, however she has only shot a ballistic weapon once during training.
Genetic enhancements: Improved conditioning, making her able to run for long periods of time. Also makes her require less sleep.
Personality: She has a no-bullshit kind of personality fitting her rank, but that is just due to her rank. Under the surface is a cheerful, even if quite stern woman with a warm heart. She has trouble containing her disdain for the Martians though along with their simple ways. She misses Earth and wants to get this deployment over with so that she can go back home again.
Bio: Born on June 28th on planet Earth, Jane Kelly joined the expeditionary forces heading for Mars to reinforce the so called "Space Faction". There was a strong sense of duty within her, a duty towards her country and her planet. The recent instabilities on Mars had to be quelled for the sake of Earth. If the planet became unstable, how would they get their materials?
Earth was already over populated and emptying of resources, Mars was their last chance after the Moon colony. Who knew how long it would take to colonize more worlds? Earth was out of time, and they needed the precious resources now. And thus Kelly joined up.
Her mission was one of a frontline soldier, utilizing the advanced weapons of her planet against the savages of Mars. Even though they made what they could with what they had, in comparison they were not even close to what she had back home.
She felt regret about killing, but in some cases it was a must, at least that's what she told herself. Not long before the attack on the Plastic Faction city she had been notified that she would relocate towards Party City, setting up camp there. Once set up, she was tasked with infiltrating the local factions, the call for Mercs, was the perfect cover.
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Andiira has red hair, red eyes. Some call her Daedra offspring behind her back due to her looks. She stands at 5'8", weights around 150lbs and has a slender form. She doesn't have much of a chest development (to her great dismay). Both of her ears are pierced and normally wears a loop in each.
Her usual attire is a black and red cloth and leather dress with loose fitting arms, a corset and a knee long free flowing skirt. Her corset has a pattern resembling the flames that she produces with her wild and unpredictable magic, being resistant towards flames. She wears plenty of arm and wristbands made of gold and silver along with a jade ring on her right hand. Part from her jade ring, none of her other ornaments does anything to increase her magical powers.
Hanging around her neck and down into her corset she carries a necklace given to her by a bygone girl. In the necklace there are two images, one of the girl and one of herself in her young years.
Andiira is unpredictable, prone to attacks of rage and benevolence in equal measure. In one moment she might be tending to your wounds just to sear your skin if you offend her. Used to being teased and bullied for her appearance, she has grown quite easily offended and lets out her anger easily. Behind her rage though is a kind and quite shy person.
She creates as wall of fire to push anyone away, but is not against friendship. She is not a follower of any faith, thinking that the gods has abandoned her, even though she accepts their existence in the world as a fact. She is not too used to speaking to others since most leave her alone deep in her scrolls and books or at the forge.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【History】 Andiira was born in the Imperial city as a lowborn commoner, daughter of a prostitute, or courtesan as her mother calls it. She never had any luxuries in her simple upbringing but she had her mother’s love, so that was always something. While her mother was working, Andiira often snuck out to the forges of the city, the fire and sparks fascinating her. She could sit and stare into the flames as the smiths worked their craft. It was amazing to her how a lump of useless matter could be turned into something as splendid like a necklace with gems imbedded into it.
It did not take too long until Andiira became the shop mascot, running around the place, carrying whatever she was strong enough to carry around, even if was just a tankard of ale for a thirsty smith. She liked to help out at the smithy; it took her mind off other matters. It was an atmosphere that she loved. The heat, the constant striking of metal, the friendly attitude of the smiths, it was so different compared to how it was at home.
At home, things were rough. Andiira lived in the brothel her mother worked in so she had to make up for her living there. While she was not old enough to sell her body, she could carry water around, manage the desk if she needed to, and empty the latrines, all the glorious jobs that had to be done every now and then.
She was looked down upon by a few of the other ladies there, but more than that she was shunned by the other children. Her red hair and red eyes stuck out like a sore thumb in the Imperial city and made her a target of teasing. While it wasn’t too bad, it was when her latent magical powers manifested that it became a horror for her.
A customer was trying to get into Andiira’s skirt. Being much older and stronger than her he overpowered Andiira. No matter how much she struggled she could not get him off, at least that was until the man’s clothes started burning. She had no idea of how it had happened but in the palms of her hands were tiny flames that was scorching the man’s skin and burning his clothes. In her young mind, filled with fear and contempt she kept the flames going and the man burned to death while screaming, calling the entire brothel to attention.
While the guard had let her off the hook for the killing of the man, it had not escaped the memories of the customers, children and the working ladies (and men). Andiira became more and more isolated from the others and the children started mocking her, calling her Daedra born. The fear of magic was strong in this part of the city, especially after the recent Skyrim incident along with the Dominion making small incursions into the Empire. Combine all that with rouge mages, Andiira became a feared existence in the small brothel.
The last refuge she had was the smithy, they had even started teaching her basic forging methods and she poured her entire soul into learning all she could from them. A few weeks after the incident at the brothel she was approached by a man in robes. He said he was from the Collage of Whispers and that she had been sold into their service by her mother. While she was technically a slave, she was almost as free as anyone else. She was not allowed to leave the Collage building nor contact the outside.
It took about a year of her servitude (and a few incidents) until they finally started teaching her magic. They decided for their own safety that she had to be trained to control her flames as they were growing in strength and heat as she went through puberty. It even amazed her teachers how adapt and quick to pick up on the element of fire she was. However, she was pretty much useless when it came to any other type of magic not related to the flame.
She trained, studied and kept up with her blacksmith work until the day she was awoken from a horrible nightmare by a hammer-wielding being, leaving a mark on her chest. She is convinced that it’s a sign, and a sign never to let her hammer stray from her side.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【Skills and Abilities】 She is a trained blacksmith, using her magic to heat the forge to increase the durability and sharpness of what she makes. Her magic is destruction, alteration and a bit of enchanting, mainly focusing on pyromancy and the alteration and manipulation of metals. Part from that she knows the basics in cooking, herbal lore, alchemy, all the basic things that a mage needs to know. She isn’t special in any way or form, neither has she bothered to learn more.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 【Weapons/Tools and Magic】 Weapons/Tools/Armour A simple quarterstaff she mainly uses as a walking stick. She carved it herself from a birch branch, just stripping off the knots and treating it in oils. She almost always carries her trusty forging hammer on her person or in a purse which can carry about thrice as much as it seems to be able to carry.
Magical Spells She knows the spells of flames, firebolt, fireball, firerune from the school of destruction. From the school of alteration she knows; oakflesh, candlelight, stoneflesh and telekinesis. From the school of enchantments she knows enchantments based around fire.
Eira dresses in warm furs. Being from the cold north she is used to cold weather and knows how to dress accordingly. She has green eyes, black hair which come down to her shoulders. She stands at 5'6", weights around 140lbs. Eira has a few small scars across her face which she got from a wolf while out hunting.
She has quite the average build, but somewhat stocky because of her training with the bow. She has not adapted Broacien customs and dresscodes, prefering her trusty leather and hide over fancy clothes. She does not wear the clothes that her "noble" status asks for, instead wears common clothes that fit comfortably.
She looks rugged on the outside, weathered and worn from raising a child while providing for her family despite her husband's objections.
【Full Name】
Eira Astadottir
【Aliases】
Northern Gal is her nickname with the local traders
【Age】
23
【Sex】
Female
【Sexuality】
Eira prefers the ladies but doesn't know it to be so. Always following what was expected of her and married an upstanding tribal member.
【Religion】
Eira is what the southerners would call a pagan. A believer in the Northern Pantheon of Gods.
【Family】
Eira has a son and two daughters along with a husband. Only her mother remains from the rest of the family and she took her mother's name as her surname as per tradition. Her children are aged seven (son) and her twin daughters are five years old.
【Birthplace】
Tribal federation of Norsca in the village of Skadistad
【Societal standing】
Lowborn, married a "noble"
【Employment】
Hunter, skinner and trader of furs
【Rank and role】
Eira is a quite recent recruit and thus hold no rank in the shields. She has been tasked with foraging for now along with advance scout.
【Personality】
Eira is a down to earth person which is content with her everyday life. Even if it isn't glamorous or what her dream life would be, it's good enough. She is cautious towards new people because of her tribe's constant "arguments" with a nearby tribe. While she herself isn't interested in fighting, she has had to kill before, something she still remembers in horror. If possible she prefers to keep her mark alive, questioning rather than slaying. Cheerful if you break down her ice wall of cold and sarcastic comments.
【History】
Eira was born in a small village in the more northern parts of the continent. Her village is part of a larger confederacy of villages and tribes called Norsca. Norsca is pretty savage and feral, beasts roam the lands, making hunting quite dangerous, thus the tribe fights other tribes over hunting grounds.
She married at the normal age of 14, had a child at the age of 15, and then a pair of twins two years later. She cherishes her children and wishes them all the well in the world, even if they don't get why she has to be so far away. Her husband is loving and caring, taking care of the children in her stead when she had to leave the village. She thinks about him sometimes, but more about her kids.
While in the service of her tribe she acted as a fronter scout, reporting on movements and camp sites more than actual fighting. She detests war and fighting in general after she killed her first man at a young age in self-defence. She keeps thinking that her son would grow up to be a fighter, die and leave her behind, and that fills her with dread.
When the call for able bodied troops came, she joined up against the promise that her tribe would be taken care of and protected against their rivals (against the objections of her husband) and she set out towards the capital of Broacien which the recruiter had directed her towards.
【Dreams, short term goals, and fears.】
Eira's dreams would be to find her true love, even if she does not know this fact herself. She wishes to make her tribe stand out amongst the northerners to make it a better home for her son and daughters. She fears for her village and her children, hoping that the Broacian kingdom lives up to their promise of protection for the trade of manpower.
【Skills】
She is quite an adapt tanner and skinner along with tracking from her hunter profession.
【Martial prowess】
Eira is quite capable when it comes to archery and stealth. Being relied on as a scout for her tribe before. While she loathes to kill, she will in dire situations. While she is accurate in archery, she is quite the let down in close combat. She more relies on running away than standing her ground and fighting if the enemy comes too close.
【Weaponry】
Eira carries a longbow which she herself made and a spear along with a skinning dagger.
【Armor】
She wears hide and leather armour along with warm and thick clothes despite being further south.
Is it ok to be a member of the Space Faction? Either as a merc, normal trooper/rouge. If not, freelancer would be what I had in mind, more oriented towards the scout role than anything else. Not really a fighter, more of a spy, a trader of information. If not, I'll figure something out. xD
Interested. ^^ Same idea as hannibal though and be outside of Broacien. In the north, being part of one of the tribal factions that was assimilated into Broacien/trader of furs. At least that's the general gist.