Name: Angel Isabella Jameson
Age: approx 33
Height: 5'3
Weight: ((I suck at height/weight ratio))
Haircolor: Black
Eyecolor: Dark brown
Background/History: Born in a huge Italian family in Upstate New York in the year 2148, she was surrounded mostly by boys. Her family had a strange idea about women. Until one married, the guys treated all females in the family as if made of spun glass. After marriage, the women in her family often let themselves go a bit, becoming happy, healthy rolly-polly matrens who dominated the house and kitchen with a wooden spoon.
Angel did not want that lot in life and strove to prove she was not some fragile little doll. She joined the Marines, the toughest, male-dominated job she could think of. She never made any real friends, keeping apart from the guys due to her belief that they view her as either a weak girl, some militant feminist or a whore. All she wants to be is one of the guys, and will often put herself in danger to prove that she can handle anything a guy can.
Due to her bravery and foolhardy ways, she managed to be recognized as one of the Marines best and brightest at the rank of Lt. Colnel. While some of her family think she's just the token female, she is one of the few picked to travel to the first spacestation colony and rescue the inhabitants after all communication was lost.
Her basic motto in life is "don't let them see you cry". She will often mock herself for being a girl to keep the sting out with others do. When she catches herself being too soft, she will pull back and put on airs that say, "My balls are bigger and brassier then yours." This rarely wins her any friends, but she has yet to find that happy medium that grants respect and lets others know that she is not a weakling.