A young, high-ranking Marine who's greatest pleasure is shooting things. She's rarely ever missed a target in her life.
Melissa is most comfortable with a gun, and has an easier time dealing with Xenomorphs than with people. She has an even temper, uses dry humor often, and isn't too comfortable with sharing her feelings, unless its with someone she really trusts and cares about.
A Desert Eagle is often kept on her person. Most often she's seen in cargos and a military-issue tank. Steel-toed boots and heavy leather gloves complete her normal get-up, though she often opts to leave the gloves behind when she has to handle the gun.
Melissa's parents were the smothering sort, encouraging her to leave the nest much earlier than one would expect. She joins the Marines, meeting her best friend along the way, and becomes involved in the third World War, or the Oil War. From that moment forward, she became dedicated to protecting civilians, unaware that her career choice would bring her face-to-face with some of the most feared extraterrestrials in existence. She became infected by a facehugger on one occasion, when an emergency surgery was performed to remove the egg. It was done without anesthetics. She then went on rising in rank from saving other platoons, and is now hell-bent upon eradicating the Xenomorph species.