Description
Silver looks in her late teens but claims to be 24 because if she admitted she was only 19, it would quickly be discovered that she was only 15 when she enlisted, instead of the now-required 20. Her features are vaguely Asian but her genes are so jumbled up it's hard to tell. She has coppery brown eyes and red-tinged black hair. Her face is made up of shallow slopes, with high cheekbones giving way to the graceful, flat plains of her cheeks. Her nose is slender and flat and covered with freckles. She has a long, thin, rounded chin.
She nearly always wears military clothes, but just a little off, just a little outside of regulation. Maybe she'll attach a smiley face or teddy bear patch, wear some colorful bracelets, some buttons undone. She can also often be seen with badly scratched aviators that you have to imagine make the world look like an image on a very old tv, and a green trucker's cap with the name of her hometown on it.
Personality
Silver is well-adjusted to her harsh environment. The dirt on her face only makes her seem more vibrant, she loves the sense of community, and the struggle to survive suits her.
While Silver's constantly sarcastic, with a very dry and often subordinate sense of humor, when it comes down to it she's very loyal, a hard worker, and good at following orders. In fact she'd much rather follow orders than give them, especially if she has a very strong leader. Her respect for her superiors is clear even when she's not exactly following protocol with her treatment of them.
When they existed she loved video games and Doritos. Silver's very laid-back like that.
SHe describes herself as "decently adequate" in a firefight, but in fact she's not. Her only redeaming quality in this respect is that she throws herself into the fray with all she's got and isn't afrsid to risk her life.
That's not entirely accurate. She's deathly afraid, but she'll do it anyway, for the people she most closely thinks of as teammates in a lethal game.
Equipment
Regulation weaponry. Whatever that is in the particular roleplay.
History
I mainly developed Silver for post-apocalyptic type of things, so obviously loss of her civilization, blah-blah-blah. But, besides the death of her little sister, who's protector she considered herself, it hasn't effected her as much as it would most. Like I said, she's extremely well-adjusted.
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."