Post by Sporky on Apr 2, 2010 1:49:55 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Armed Forces
Rank: Private; Medic
Name: Claire "Gutz" Vaylentine
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance: Claire has trained herself specially to be lean, yet strong enough to lug medical equipment around the field. Her red hair is styled with function over form. Nothing hangs down in her eyes or her ears. She carefully cuts and styles it so it all hangs down the back and has no chance of messing up her vision, irritating her skin while she works, or dropping down into a wound. Her skin is as tan as you'd expect for a military woman, and free from acne. Her eyes are a dull grey, but have a noticable sharpness to them. Normally, she is rather busty, but has taken to binding her breasts, both for convenience and so that, in her own words, people have to get to know her before they know her chest. As well, she speaks Basic with an accent, one that we would recognize as French-Canadian
Birth place: Alderaan
Skills: Claire's enthusiasm for, and knowledge of, the workings of the humanoid body saw her pressed into the role of a medic, a role which she excelled at, and soon, her CO pressed her into it full-time. She also has an above average knowledge of wild flora on different worlds, particularly those that are edible or can be used medicinally.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: +3
Bio: Born on Alderaan to a voice actor and a pediatrician, Claire's childhood was happy and serene, the stereotypical life of an Alderaani child.
Before she began school, little Claire was wide-eyed and full of questions about everything, especially other species. "Why is that man green, daddy?" "Mommy mommy, how come I don't have those things hanging from the back of my head?"
As such, in her early school years, Claire was drawn to her non-Human classmates. She was full of endless curiosity about the little extra bits of anatomy they had. Some children were put off by it, but those who weren't found a fiercely loyal friend in the redhead. One such friend was a young Verpine, Zec'Jo'Lana, who was constantly teased and bullied by others, who teased him to no end about his antennae functions.
Zec continued to be a close friend of Claire's through to her teen years, where they started a tentative relationship which grew stronger as the years passed. Though frowned upon by everyone but their close friends, Claire and Zec remained close and intimate up through to graduation, though biological issues prevented it going any farther than an emtional relationship.
Claire's fascination for anatomy continued to persist all through those years. She excelled in Biology class, fascinated by the inner workings of species of all shapes and sizes. Near graduation, Claire could sing the exact muscles and hormones used by Quarren when decompressing while ascending above 50 meters of water. She did reasonably well in most other courses, pulling above averages scores in most sciences and average scores in arts. Mathematics was brutal for her, though, and she was quite often heard complaining that numbers were out to get her.
After graduating from the academy, Claire and Zec parted ways. Their last date was three days after graduation. They sat together on the edge of a river, reminiscing about days gone by, and the simpler days of youth. Their goodbye was long and tearful, but they both walked away from the relationship with heads held high and great respect for each other.
Claire decided to go into medicine like her mother, an idea both her parents supported. A friend of Claire's father suggested to him that Claire sign up for the military to help pay for her tuition into the academy.
Claire was understandably hesitant about joining the military. Living on a peaceful planet like Alderaan, she had never been subjected to anything rigorous or stressful outside of exams and Math class. Her parents kept explaining to Claire that the military would pay some of her tuition for medical school. Claire put off thinking about it for some time, but eventually gave in and decided to sign up to lighten the load on her parents' wallets.
Claire was shipped off to New Plympto shortly after her 21st birthday. She had never been offworld before, so she was rather nervous. But the prospect of going to another planet and seeing species she had never seen before up close excited her at the same time.
Training was rather hard on Claire at first. But the same fierce determination that showed up in her loyalty to friends also surfaced as a drive to excel in training. She kept a pendant with a picture of Zec with her, and used that to push herself to succeed. Though she was nowhere near as physically capable as the male recruits, she excelled in field medicine and survival, and was capable enough in detecting crude traps and code cracking.
More interested in patching people up than killing them, Claire didn't react well at first to the combat drills and sweaty beefcake drill sergeants screaming in her face whenever she messed up. Still using the picture of Zec as an inspiration, she drove herself hard to pass her physicals.
When it came to firearms, she was passably capable with large rifles, but preferred small sidearms, as they fit her hands better. She also found it much easier to aim with the lighter sidearms than with the bigger, bulkier rifles. Shotguns were a mixed blessing for her. While still too bulky and heavy for her to wield efficiently, the spread of the rounds made up for it somewhat.
Melee weapons were definitely Claire's forte when it came to combat. Her compact frame lended itself to dancing around stabbing with small knives. Her blade of choice, whether it was ironic or odd was anyone's guess, was a surgical scalpel. She could fight with a scalpel much easier than a combat knife.
One day, during a scouting run on Thila, a member of Claire's platoon had his arm broken by falling rocks. Claire quickly responded, and, using the knowledge of anatomy from her Biology classes, as well as knowledge learned from reading medical journals on her own free time, constructed a makeshift splint. This news quickly reached Claire's platoon leader, and, since the platoon lacked a dedicated medic and morale was low to boot, Claire was pressed into the role.
In her first year of being in the military, Claire was, as expected, subjected to sexist comments, as well as men in her platoon trying to get her intoxicated to get into her fatigues. Claire resisted vehemently, which lead to rumors about her possibly 'playing for the other team.' Claire played on those rumors, and the men started to leave her alone.
After a particularly rough raid on a pirate base on Ord Mantell, Claire gained the nickname 'Gutz' after remarking to her platoon commander about being chest-deep in wounded soldiers. It's a nickname that stuck. After being reduced to a sex object for her military life thus far, being given a casual nickname was more uplifting for her than it probably should have been. She bore the nickname proudly, often using it to introduce herself to new people.
RP Sample:
"C'mon Claire! Isn't there anything in one of those journals of yours that can fix this?!" He screamed at her. His hand was boiling and burning, not enough to cause damage beyond chemical burns, but he was in a helluva ot of pain, and he'd just continue to be a nuisance until she fixed this. "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker!" she screamed back. Then it hit her...Chemistry had never quite been her strongest subjec..but still. She dashed over to the other side of the mess hall where she had moved her equipment. Rummaging through the cupboards, she found it. Vinegar. Common food vinegar. If she was right..he was being burned by a base. She rushed back over to him, screwed the cap off the container, and proceeded to dump the contents over his hand. It took a few seconds, but his hand stopped blistering, and she applied ointment and a bandage to it. He grunted thanks at her, and she slapped him on the shoulder. "Alright, get outta here. I've got -real- injuries to take care of."
The skirmish was over. The unscathed raised their guns in triumph and roared with joy. The wounded made whatever gestures they could. She tossed her blood-soaked gloves into a bin and made her way to the outpost showers. As the water ran off of her, so too did the stench of death. No doubt they'd offer her a round of drinks afterwards. She'd gladly accept. Before..they'd only try and get her drunk to get her into their bunks. Now..they didn't even notice the bulge in the chest of her uniform. She was one of them. Invaluable. A part of the company. She smiled a little. She really could use a drink.
Alright, Snake. This is a solo sneaking mission. You are -not- to be seen by the enemy. Make your way to the forum and find a person name Rugs. Give him the password Kylah and he'll let you in. Your mission is to destroy Metal Gear Xavier and save the sanity of the free world.
Department: Armed Forces
Rank: Private; Medic
Name: Claire "Gutz" Vaylentine
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance: Claire has trained herself specially to be lean, yet strong enough to lug medical equipment around the field. Her red hair is styled with function over form. Nothing hangs down in her eyes or her ears. She carefully cuts and styles it so it all hangs down the back and has no chance of messing up her vision, irritating her skin while she works, or dropping down into a wound. Her skin is as tan as you'd expect for a military woman, and free from acne. Her eyes are a dull grey, but have a noticable sharpness to them. Normally, she is rather busty, but has taken to binding her breasts, both for convenience and so that, in her own words, people have to get to know her before they know her chest. As well, she speaks Basic with an accent, one that we would recognize as French-Canadian
Birth place: Alderaan
Skills: Claire's enthusiasm for, and knowledge of, the workings of the humanoid body saw her pressed into the role of a medic, a role which she excelled at, and soon, her CO pressed her into it full-time. She also has an above average knowledge of wild flora on different worlds, particularly those that are edible or can be used medicinally.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: +3
Bio: Born on Alderaan to a voice actor and a pediatrician, Claire's childhood was happy and serene, the stereotypical life of an Alderaani child.
Before she began school, little Claire was wide-eyed and full of questions about everything, especially other species. "Why is that man green, daddy?" "Mommy mommy, how come I don't have those things hanging from the back of my head?"
As such, in her early school years, Claire was drawn to her non-Human classmates. She was full of endless curiosity about the little extra bits of anatomy they had. Some children were put off by it, but those who weren't found a fiercely loyal friend in the redhead. One such friend was a young Verpine, Zec'Jo'Lana, who was constantly teased and bullied by others, who teased him to no end about his antennae functions.
Zec continued to be a close friend of Claire's through to her teen years, where they started a tentative relationship which grew stronger as the years passed. Though frowned upon by everyone but their close friends, Claire and Zec remained close and intimate up through to graduation, though biological issues prevented it going any farther than an emtional relationship.
Claire's fascination for anatomy continued to persist all through those years. She excelled in Biology class, fascinated by the inner workings of species of all shapes and sizes. Near graduation, Claire could sing the exact muscles and hormones used by Quarren when decompressing while ascending above 50 meters of water. She did reasonably well in most other courses, pulling above averages scores in most sciences and average scores in arts. Mathematics was brutal for her, though, and she was quite often heard complaining that numbers were out to get her.
After graduating from the academy, Claire and Zec parted ways. Their last date was three days after graduation. They sat together on the edge of a river, reminiscing about days gone by, and the simpler days of youth. Their goodbye was long and tearful, but they both walked away from the relationship with heads held high and great respect for each other.
Claire decided to go into medicine like her mother, an idea both her parents supported. A friend of Claire's father suggested to him that Claire sign up for the military to help pay for her tuition into the academy.
Claire was understandably hesitant about joining the military. Living on a peaceful planet like Alderaan, she had never been subjected to anything rigorous or stressful outside of exams and Math class. Her parents kept explaining to Claire that the military would pay some of her tuition for medical school. Claire put off thinking about it for some time, but eventually gave in and decided to sign up to lighten the load on her parents' wallets.
Claire was shipped off to New Plympto shortly after her 21st birthday. She had never been offworld before, so she was rather nervous. But the prospect of going to another planet and seeing species she had never seen before up close excited her at the same time.
Training was rather hard on Claire at first. But the same fierce determination that showed up in her loyalty to friends also surfaced as a drive to excel in training. She kept a pendant with a picture of Zec with her, and used that to push herself to succeed. Though she was nowhere near as physically capable as the male recruits, she excelled in field medicine and survival, and was capable enough in detecting crude traps and code cracking.
More interested in patching people up than killing them, Claire didn't react well at first to the combat drills and sweaty beefcake drill sergeants screaming in her face whenever she messed up. Still using the picture of Zec as an inspiration, she drove herself hard to pass her physicals.
When it came to firearms, she was passably capable with large rifles, but preferred small sidearms, as they fit her hands better. She also found it much easier to aim with the lighter sidearms than with the bigger, bulkier rifles. Shotguns were a mixed blessing for her. While still too bulky and heavy for her to wield efficiently, the spread of the rounds made up for it somewhat.
Melee weapons were definitely Claire's forte when it came to combat. Her compact frame lended itself to dancing around stabbing with small knives. Her blade of choice, whether it was ironic or odd was anyone's guess, was a surgical scalpel. She could fight with a scalpel much easier than a combat knife.
One day, during a scouting run on Thila, a member of Claire's platoon had his arm broken by falling rocks. Claire quickly responded, and, using the knowledge of anatomy from her Biology classes, as well as knowledge learned from reading medical journals on her own free time, constructed a makeshift splint. This news quickly reached Claire's platoon leader, and, since the platoon lacked a dedicated medic and morale was low to boot, Claire was pressed into the role.
In her first year of being in the military, Claire was, as expected, subjected to sexist comments, as well as men in her platoon trying to get her intoxicated to get into her fatigues. Claire resisted vehemently, which lead to rumors about her possibly 'playing for the other team.' Claire played on those rumors, and the men started to leave her alone.
After a particularly rough raid on a pirate base on Ord Mantell, Claire gained the nickname 'Gutz' after remarking to her platoon commander about being chest-deep in wounded soldiers. It's a nickname that stuck. After being reduced to a sex object for her military life thus far, being given a casual nickname was more uplifting for her than it probably should have been. She bore the nickname proudly, often using it to introduce herself to new people.
RP Sample:
"C'mon Claire! Isn't there anything in one of those journals of yours that can fix this?!" He screamed at her. His hand was boiling and burning, not enough to cause damage beyond chemical burns, but he was in a helluva ot of pain, and he'd just continue to be a nuisance until she fixed this. "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker!" she screamed back. Then it hit her...Chemistry had never quite been her strongest subjec..but still. She dashed over to the other side of the mess hall where she had moved her equipment. Rummaging through the cupboards, she found it. Vinegar. Common food vinegar. If she was right..he was being burned by a base. She rushed back over to him, screwed the cap off the container, and proceeded to dump the contents over his hand. It took a few seconds, but his hand stopped blistering, and she applied ointment and a bandage to it. He grunted thanks at her, and she slapped him on the shoulder. "Alright, get outta here. I've got -real- injuries to take care of."
The skirmish was over. The unscathed raised their guns in triumph and roared with joy. The wounded made whatever gestures they could. She tossed her blood-soaked gloves into a bin and made her way to the outpost showers. As the water ran off of her, so too did the stench of death. No doubt they'd offer her a round of drinks afterwards. She'd gladly accept. Before..they'd only try and get her drunk to get her into their bunks. Now..they didn't even notice the bulge in the chest of her uniform. She was one of them. Invaluable. A part of the company. She smiled a little. She really could use a drink.
Alright, Snake. This is a solo sneaking mission. You are -not- to be seen by the enemy. Make your way to the forum and find a person name Rugs. Give him the password Kylah and he'll let you in. Your mission is to destroy Metal Gear Xavier and save the sanity of the free world.
). Whenever you're ready, post to give me a heads-up and I'll come take a look.
