Tawny is everything but ordinary. Not exactly a diamond amidst the coal, but she sure as hell is a rare find. With a youthful face, two bright beads of eyes that are of an emerald-green colour, and a charming smile, Tawny surely gets attention.
Tawny's body is lean, sometimes even seen as scrawny. Granted though, there is some lean muscle from working with heavy machinery and all that. The pale skin that wraps around her fragile bone-structure, is decorated with various scars, tattoos, and 'pretty' accessories.
|Height| 5'8" (173 cm.)
|Weight| 139 lbs. (63 kg.)
|Build| Tall, Lean
Tawny is... Bluntly put: Odd. Or at least that is what other people tell her, probably because the woman is prone to act younger than her age indicates. While Tawny isn't a hyperactive person, she is rather mischievous, and wouldn't miss the chance of taking the piss out of someone on the ship. All in good fun, though, and actually her way of grabbing ones attention. Granted, it isn't always the attention she was hoping for.
That isn't to say Tawny can't shut up and focus. Hell, the woman is that devoted to her work, at a point where she practically has her own rules in her workspace. No disturbances when working, no trying to help, ect. Not that she minds when you do though, it gives her someone to talk with. Something Tawny would do more often, if it weren't for such a time consuming job.
- [Engineering]: Well, Tawny is the only engineer on the bloody ship. Should we doubt she's a skilled engineer, then?
- [Hacking]: Always a handy skill when in need of useful information, or a non-alarming way to break into a secured building.
- [Demolition-expert]: Well, expert... More like, lob a charge and run as fast as you can.
- [Perceptive]: Tawny found that she easily spots things that are wrong, or out of place. Not that she ever bothers using this skill for something productive.
|Weapon| Well aside from the tools on her belt that could probably serve as deadly weaponry, Tawny carries a switch-blade. Though such a thing isn't exactly used for fighting or anything, just a spare 'do-it-all' tool.
(History)
I took her out it was Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned on the TV
And that's about the time that she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is ADD?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?
Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your husband's in jail
This state looks down on sodomy
And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And you still act like you're in Freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?
That's about the time she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me?
I never want to act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?