Race: Human.
Planet: Gantric Station.
Name: Belinda Bach.
Nickname: Berlin.
Age: Twenty-Seven.
Appearance: At thirty her mother looked like a broken down disposal bin. Busted up, pock marred face, and sagging skin. Luckily for Berlin she managed to keep her youthful look well into the late-twenties. She was a traveler, a mercenary, and bloody treasure hunter that took no extra baths, nor wasted time on skin smoothing treatments. She had a lean build. Standing tall at 5'10 the woman usually towered over most men even. The muscles gained from moving product for years had never disappeared, not even after the last six months of being stuck on Gantric. Inactive. She had a hard set mouth, with a full bottom lip, and they were often pursed in disappointed expressions. Her eyes were a deep brown. Shit-brown. The only attribute she possessed that even brightened her appearance was the dirty blond ringlets that seemed to literally be her “crowning glory.” Berlin's arms and legs, when noticeable, were covered in scars. And she even had one an the side of her upper lip. Only visible in the right light.
Personality: B.I.T.C.H. She practically reeked of it. Usually she was a person who took care of herself, for herself, and never gave a good hot damn about no one BUT herself. In the days when she was in the military Berlin had been responsible for a team. That was the only time she had ever softened up, and “cared” but even so. Her “caring” consisted of foul mouth insults, hard work and swearing faster and louder than any other man on the ships. This attitude won her respect, and hatred from many enemies. But, the bitch couldn't care. Because she looked after herself now. For herself. And didn't care about anyone BUT herself.
Equipment: Military training taught Berlin to pack light. A change of clothes, a bottle of interplanetary whiskey, and her favorite weapon: The Voltage Sword. This sword was over four feet from leather wrapped hilt, to the glowing sharp tip. Designed by the best weaponry team the military could afford the swords primary ability was to slice a foe in two. Yet, that was not all this blade could do. With the touch of the right button combination along the upper hilt an electric charge would send out mass amount of voltage. Shocking into the opponent once touching flesh. It was like being sliced and shocked by a taser gun.
Skills: If punching a six-foot loud mouthed pain in the ass in the face and watching him drool on the floor isn't a skill...well, Berlin really didn't know what else was.
Likes: When idiots refrain from speaking.
Dislikes: When idiots don't refrain from speaking.
Strengths: Military training allowed her to lift heavier weapons. She was good with a gun, but her feminine stature agreed more with the finesse of a sword, and THAT was what she was best at. When she was doing a job Berlin was loyal to it, she followed the directions she was given, no questions asked. Unless the directions were dangerous to HER health, in that case. The order giver could fuck off two planets past Nicodemus' star for all she cared.
Weaknesses: Learning to keep her temper in check. Want silence? Silence the person talking. Want a drink? GET that drink. Just as much as she gave out, she would take, she wouldn't give up and it was that stubbornness that usually got her in trouble. And even kicked out of the military.
Biography: She was born. She was raised. She went into the military. And that was where she saw the real side of human nature, alien nature, and life. It was there that she felt the calling, felt like doing things to keep living. To keep breathing and having the money and availability to do so. Long after her parents had passed, and even longer since her brother's had all gone up to political bigots...she was doing what she always did. She was good at traveling, good at being alone, good at surviving. The only weakness she seemed to have in life..well..was for treasures. Anything that would bring in a huge payload.
