Name: Elizabeth Smart
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5 foot 4
Weight: 143 pounds
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Ethnicity: European descent through North American ancestry
Appearance:
Other Information: A Nurse with specialties in physical wounds, often trying to remain calm in stressful situations... But in the end, it's just a mask for what she tends to be- Petrified. Still, she's got a bit of snark... Even if it's mostly limited to on foot.
Biography: Within the stars, humanity set foot... And got hurt. A lot. As such, medical professionals were always meant to follow, and follow they did. They were quick to study the development of Psychodrivers as well as meeting literally new species. Yet the profession was forced to adapt to this with new practices... And thus, longer times learning.
Living in space... Wasn't that different from being on Earth for someone like Elizabeth. She grew up relatively normal for someone in her situation. The problems started as she got older- Everyone kept thinking she was younger than she actually, was, and it seemed to be continuing up until past puberty- As if she'd always be the kid. Still, what could she do? She knew plastic surgery or anything else of the sort wouldn't work, and things that actually aged the face were very much unhealthy, not to mention dangerous on the colonies she lived in, not to mention something of an allergy she seemed to have whenever she'd go out. She tried all sorts of things to try and trigger the reaction, but she could never figure out just what...
Yet in a way, it wasn't all that bad. Being a nurse meant she had enough to have things she could call her own, and she did have an idea of what would be coming the next day. By this point, she's managed to figure out what she wants to do, even if her life could easily be called boring. She had some control, and she was fine with that... Yet things seem to be getting a bit more stressful- Rumors of some weirdo planet from the remnants of the Great Circle were increasing in number for some reason...
Mobile Weapon: Serius.
Affiliation: At the start, her current employment.
Combat Style: None- She's a nurse. What were you expecting?
Strengths: As a medical professional, she has some degree of knowledge regarding the body as well as quick reflexes thanks to how hectic things can be.
Weaknesses: Simply put, she's not a pilot. While she can work the controls as well as a basic person, she's not exactly someone with the right instincts yet. And unfortunately, she picks what looks cool in terms of what she might use as opposed to what she could actually use...
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5 foot 4
Weight: 143 pounds
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Ethnicity: European descent through North American ancestry
Appearance:
Other Information: A Nurse with specialties in physical wounds, often trying to remain calm in stressful situations... But in the end, it's just a mask for what she tends to be- Petrified. Still, she's got a bit of snark... Even if it's mostly limited to on foot.
Biography: Within the stars, humanity set foot... And got hurt. A lot. As such, medical professionals were always meant to follow, and follow they did. They were quick to study the development of Psychodrivers as well as meeting literally new species. Yet the profession was forced to adapt to this with new practices... And thus, longer times learning.
Living in space... Wasn't that different from being on Earth for someone like Elizabeth. She grew up relatively normal for someone in her situation. The problems started as she got older- Everyone kept thinking she was younger than she actually, was, and it seemed to be continuing up until past puberty- As if she'd always be the kid. Still, what could she do? She knew plastic surgery or anything else of the sort wouldn't work, and things that actually aged the face were very much unhealthy, not to mention dangerous on the colonies she lived in, not to mention something of an allergy she seemed to have whenever she'd go out. She tried all sorts of things to try and trigger the reaction, but she could never figure out just what...
Yet in a way, it wasn't all that bad. Being a nurse meant she had enough to have things she could call her own, and she did have an idea of what would be coming the next day. By this point, she's managed to figure out what she wants to do, even if her life could easily be called boring. She had some control, and she was fine with that... Yet things seem to be getting a bit more stressful- Rumors of some weirdo planet from the remnants of the Great Circle were increasing in number for some reason...
Mobile Weapon: Serius.
Affiliation: At the start, her current employment.
Combat Style: None- She's a nurse. What were you expecting?
Strengths: As a medical professional, she has some degree of knowledge regarding the body as well as quick reflexes thanks to how hectic things can be.
Weaknesses: Simply put, she's not a pilot. While she can work the controls as well as a basic person, she's not exactly someone with the right instincts yet. And unfortunately, she picks what looks cool in terms of what she might use as opposed to what she could actually use...
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