Post by Stephanie Galloway on Jul 21, 2013 5:52:43 GMT -5
Name: Stephanie Galloway
Rank: PFC
Assignment: Demolitions Expert
Section: 1st Squad
Age: 26
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 140 lbs.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 2
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: Gunshot wound to left thigh.
Character's Kit: M1 Personal Defense Weapon, M24 Light Machine Gun (Left Rail - Surefire 6P Flashlight, Right Rail - AN/PEQ 15)
Frame: she has a figure that's referred to as being masculine, she doesn't have a curvy physique and she has a small bust. Her shoulders are very broad, she has mid length brunette hair that she only ever has tied up in a ragged pony tail. When not in work uniform, she likes to keep it casual by wearing comfortable and practical clothing, for example track suit trousers and a plain t-shirt, she doesn't like wearing anything that clings to her body, therefore most of her clothes are a few sizes bigger than her correct size.
Personality: An independent woman with a strong, decisive mind and a courageous eye for decision making, all of her attributes make her a strong leader with an aim of success. Society doesn't understand her way of thinking and therefore she feels like an outcast, she loves feeling a part of the team even though she might try and take lead. She loves the power of fire and the destruction and everything it can cause in its path- how quickly it can turn a situation, what she loves even more is how her job allows her to create that destruction with the benefits and good intentions still intact. When she is given a task, she will follow instructions unless she believes in a better strategy to get the job done, which can make her rather difficult to get along with, she has a lot of self believe and therefore finds it hard to do something she knows could be better her way. This fact doesn't alter in her private life, she's very regimented, calm and collected, she never stops that bravado and it makes it difficult for people to warm to her and ultimately they want to push her to the extent where they get to see her without this 'persona'.
History: She was born on Hod, Gallaway's Star, she was never close to her parents, they never spent much time together and therefore she found it easy to be independent as she has felt it her entire life. Her wealth status in society is seen to be above average and that shows through her mannerisms and opinions she has adopted. These mannerisms didn't exactly mean she was popular during her time in education and was in frequent conflict with both the other students and the staff. However, she knew she wanted to join the armed forces since a young age and with her passionate personality she strived to improve herself and her behaviour until she was selected for Demolitions training.
As hard as the basic training was, she threw herself into every challenge set from the cross country runs to 8 hour night ops to marksmanship contests and while not top of the class, she passed in the higher percentile. The Demolitions training she remembers with great fondness, already increasing her love for high explosives, she is more than happy to recount many stories of levelling entire buildings to collapsing bridges.
She has been in the service for two years and has suffered only a single injury which was a gunshot wound to her left thigh as a result of loss of awareness during a room-to-room clearing of a building during a raid on a suspected ARM weapons cache. To this day she prefers not to discuss what exactly happened and has thought up many deflections to deter people from perusing that topic. Since then she has tried to serve her commanding officers with the utmost adherence to their commands. Despite her two years of service she has only been deployed twice and is still relatively unfamiliar with prolonged enemy contact as the few times she has been forced to engage, the firefights were very brief and either over in a matter of minutes or her squad was pulled out for armour or air to clear the area.
Sample Roleplay: Stephanie headed to the cafeteria, her body craving food but her facial expressions would've told you different. Moving to pick up her tray, she placed it on the rail with a slight knock. Standing in queue wasn't exactly her idea of fun and started taking note of the minuscule steps every minute, 46 seconds to be precise, she's like that. Whilst standing, she observed everyone in the room, at a quick glance she feels like she's seen everything she needed to see, "reeks of testosterone" she muttered to herself quietly. The queue moved on and finally food got given to her, not particularly appetizing but she supposed it could of been worse. "Thank you" she said abruptly to the dinner lady, thinking back on it she thought people would see that as being rude, but if only they knew how much she needed it. She picked up her tray from the rail and turned around, glancing to see where she could sit.
It seemed like the room had eyes on her, it was almost like they were waiting to see if they were the lucky one for her presence. She found a seat, sat down, from the corner of her eye she felt stared at, "What? Haven't you ever seen a woman before being served from the other side of a counter?", she didn't wait for a response, Stephanie doesn't wait for responses, just doesn't have the time. After joining a few more tables, she ended up sitting on the other side of the room, once seated, the gentleman ,even that title was giving him too much praise, who was sat opposite her, approached whilst the rest of the table was talking. "I noticed you couldn't get comfortable with the other tables, welcome", he continued eating. She didn't feel the need to reply but he did "Who are you?" You could just about make it out with half his plate of food in his mouth, Stephanie definitely felt the need to reply this time, "I don't know what's worse, the fact you are even speaking to me with your mouth full or the fact you don't know who I am".
Rank: PFC
Assignment: Demolitions Expert
Section: 1st Squad
Age: 26
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 140 lbs.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 2
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: Gunshot wound to left thigh.
Character's Kit: M1 Personal Defense Weapon, M24 Light Machine Gun (Left Rail - Surefire 6P Flashlight, Right Rail - AN/PEQ 15)
Frame: she has a figure that's referred to as being masculine, she doesn't have a curvy physique and she has a small bust. Her shoulders are very broad, she has mid length brunette hair that she only ever has tied up in a ragged pony tail. When not in work uniform, she likes to keep it casual by wearing comfortable and practical clothing, for example track suit trousers and a plain t-shirt, she doesn't like wearing anything that clings to her body, therefore most of her clothes are a few sizes bigger than her correct size.
Personality: An independent woman with a strong, decisive mind and a courageous eye for decision making, all of her attributes make her a strong leader with an aim of success. Society doesn't understand her way of thinking and therefore she feels like an outcast, she loves feeling a part of the team even though she might try and take lead. She loves the power of fire and the destruction and everything it can cause in its path- how quickly it can turn a situation, what she loves even more is how her job allows her to create that destruction with the benefits and good intentions still intact. When she is given a task, she will follow instructions unless she believes in a better strategy to get the job done, which can make her rather difficult to get along with, she has a lot of self believe and therefore finds it hard to do something she knows could be better her way. This fact doesn't alter in her private life, she's very regimented, calm and collected, she never stops that bravado and it makes it difficult for people to warm to her and ultimately they want to push her to the extent where they get to see her without this 'persona'.
History: She was born on Hod, Gallaway's Star, she was never close to her parents, they never spent much time together and therefore she found it easy to be independent as she has felt it her entire life. Her wealth status in society is seen to be above average and that shows through her mannerisms and opinions she has adopted. These mannerisms didn't exactly mean she was popular during her time in education and was in frequent conflict with both the other students and the staff. However, she knew she wanted to join the armed forces since a young age and with her passionate personality she strived to improve herself and her behaviour until she was selected for Demolitions training.
As hard as the basic training was, she threw herself into every challenge set from the cross country runs to 8 hour night ops to marksmanship contests and while not top of the class, she passed in the higher percentile. The Demolitions training she remembers with great fondness, already increasing her love for high explosives, she is more than happy to recount many stories of levelling entire buildings to collapsing bridges.
She has been in the service for two years and has suffered only a single injury which was a gunshot wound to her left thigh as a result of loss of awareness during a room-to-room clearing of a building during a raid on a suspected ARM weapons cache. To this day she prefers not to discuss what exactly happened and has thought up many deflections to deter people from perusing that topic. Since then she has tried to serve her commanding officers with the utmost adherence to their commands. Despite her two years of service she has only been deployed twice and is still relatively unfamiliar with prolonged enemy contact as the few times she has been forced to engage, the firefights were very brief and either over in a matter of minutes or her squad was pulled out for armour or air to clear the area.
Sample Roleplay: Stephanie headed to the cafeteria, her body craving food but her facial expressions would've told you different. Moving to pick up her tray, she placed it on the rail with a slight knock. Standing in queue wasn't exactly her idea of fun and started taking note of the minuscule steps every minute, 46 seconds to be precise, she's like that. Whilst standing, she observed everyone in the room, at a quick glance she feels like she's seen everything she needed to see, "reeks of testosterone" she muttered to herself quietly. The queue moved on and finally food got given to her, not particularly appetizing but she supposed it could of been worse. "Thank you" she said abruptly to the dinner lady, thinking back on it she thought people would see that as being rude, but if only they knew how much she needed it. She picked up her tray from the rail and turned around, glancing to see where she could sit.
It seemed like the room had eyes on her, it was almost like they were waiting to see if they were the lucky one for her presence. She found a seat, sat down, from the corner of her eye she felt stared at, "What? Haven't you ever seen a woman before being served from the other side of a counter?", she didn't wait for a response, Stephanie doesn't wait for responses, just doesn't have the time. After joining a few more tables, she ended up sitting on the other side of the room, once seated, the gentleman ,even that title was giving him too much praise, who was sat opposite her, approached whilst the rest of the table was talking. "I noticed you couldn't get comfortable with the other tables, welcome", he continued eating. She didn't feel the need to reply but he did "Who are you?" You could just about make it out with half his plate of food in his mouth, Stephanie definitely felt the need to reply this time, "I don't know what's worse, the fact you are even speaking to me with your mouth full or the fact you don't know who I am".
