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| Roebe | Triniti | Trajan | Delian | Vytor | Ares | Ny | Ruben | Peaches |
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Roebe Janice Blazemore -Federation Pilot and Gunner Played by Bryann Race: Human Sex: Female Age: 17 Birthdate: July 25th Height: 5'8" Weight: 143 lbs. (65 kg) Class: Fighter Occupation: Galactic Earth Federation Ensign 1st Class, Pilot and Gunner of the Warwing Lazarus Elements: Light / Void / Fire Weapons: Pistols and Rifles
Good at: Piloting, shooting things
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Background:
Roebe comes from a rather large Earth family with four brothers and three sisters. Unfortunately, she's also the middle child. This caused her to get no attention whatsoever, and she hated it. This hatred slowly became understanding, and quickly thereafter became exploitation.
"Yeah. So I figure...what the hell? Nobody notices me anyways, so I guess I'll learn how to use guns. Nobody seemed to care. 'Oh, that's nice, Roebe, hun', they'd say. So I figured, screw 'em. Next step was to join the Federation. My grandpa got killed in a mission while in their service, and the rest of my family resented the GEF because of it. |
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"Well...needless to say, a month later - I was fifteen then - as sure as the sky is blue, I was let into the Earth Federation. I worked my way up quickly (I'm a fast learner, yanno), and now I pilot the Lazarus, one of the best damn warships this side of Alpha Centauri. Too bad that a warship in a peaceful era is about as useful as an ice cube in the depths of Hell, eh?" Recently, however... "Hey! Who's tellin' the story around here, kid!? That's right, I am. Now. Siddown and shaddup while I keep going. "Not long after my seventeenth birthday, I get real jealous of of a certain someone who just came back from God only knows where. Of course, this same someone I had a crush on a good three months before. I think all the boys I seem to think are cute are like -cursed- or something. Lord knows that he was. Disappears for a good part of a month, his father causing all this hubaloo because his beloved son is missing, pheh. Wish I'd gotten that much attention. And besides. He comes back and everyone sees him as Mister High and Mighty.
"I swear, one of these days I just want to show him how he got off so damn easy. I mean, what'd he do? He got teleported to some random planet and stopped it's destruction. Or some crap like that, I'm not sure. The official files on the Expel case (Of course I hacked into the files - nobody noticed me as usual) are so vague that you can't read two words without wondering what it means. So, I'm guessing it has something to do with this planet Expel.
Th' Commodore says it's an Underdeveloped Planet, but that doesn't mean anything - you're only a criminal if you get caught. And besides, a dishonorable discharge would be better than nothing - after all, the Federation is getting damned boring. So I figure that if I go to Expel, look around a little, and come back, I'll be some great hero. Or I'll get what's coming to me. I'm not complaining, either way."
Roebe is of decidedly average height and weight, with shoulder-length silver hair and aqua-green eyes. She dresses in an outfit similar to that that all Galactic Earth Federation ensigns wear, albeit a bit altered to her tastes. She is always seen with some sort of gun or otherwise explosive weapon on her person. ^_-
Roebe is about as randomly destructive as you can get without being a full fledged psychopath - she destroys things because she doesn't like them, she destroys them because she knows she can get away with it. When she's not exploiting her pyromaniac tendencies, however, she's really quite nice, and quite willing to stick up for someone in need, especially if that someone is currently being trampled underfoot. She also has a temper who's firepower matches only that of the strongest guns, and isn't afraid to use it!
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