Post by Serin on Jan 18, 2007 10:10:10 GMT -5
Name: Serin (Crash)
Race: Unknown (Possibly Human)\Mandalorian
Age: Around 23
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 50kg
Appearance:
Off-duty Gear
On-duty Gear
Birth place: Rhen Var
Profession: Pilot
Bio:
Serin’s memories go as far back as only a month, the day when she awoke in the strangest of places…
*Flashback*
Serin groaned as she rolled over onto her side, her head pounding. She felt as if a hundred tiny little demons were clawing away freely within her skull.
“Ah, well I guess this will serve as a lesson not to… Umm, drink too much? Wait, what did happen last night… Actually, better yet, where the hell am I!”
She jolted upright in shock at this thought and with a bash to the head crashed back onto her side just as quick. Even as her head hit the pillow, she could feel the sting flooding her cranium and instinctively curled up as she grabbed her head and screamed out in reaction; she had just angered the little demons…
“F---!”
She soon felt herself growing weak and tired as the pain became even more unbearable and slowly relaxed her body in defeat, hoping, praying, that the aching would quickly subside on its own.
As she lay lifelessly on the soft cushiony bedding, she stared straight ahead at what appeared to be a steel wall at the side of her bed. Curious and yet still feeling very weak, she tentatively reached out a hand, pressing the palm of it against the cold surface of the metal before softly whispering out, “Where am I?”
She doubted there’d be any answer but nevertheless felt she had to try and in truth she didn’t care what the answer was, she just needed to hear the voice of someone besides herself; she needed to know that she wasn’t alone.
As time went by things slowly grew darker for Serin and at one point she thought she could even hear the sounds of footsteps and voices. At first she pushed it aside as a dream but as she finally succumbed to the darkness, she actually thought she could hear the shattering of glass, followed by the sprinkling of its shards across her body.
On the bright side, she knew what she had whacked her head against and as all thought and pain disappeared, she couldn’t help but smile at this last thought.
*Ending Flashback*
She was actually revived by the mandalorians, although they would have left her for dead if it wasn’t for the fact that they were interested in the facility that they had dragged her out of. Unfortunately though, all they learnt was that she had some form of amnesia. Fortunately however, the mandalorians, at the very least, had discovered that she was military through a data pad they had picked up in the facility. They had also found what, according to the data pad, was her gear. It was because of this that they actually allowed her to join them, believing that she would at least be able to carry her own weight.
She now serves as a pilot in the air and a medic on the ground. The strange thing is that these skills seem to come naturally to her and when asked about the various controls or parts of a ship, she merely shrugs.
Skills: Medical, Computer Use, Security
Ship Name: No personal ships as she’s usually just assigned one depending on the situation.
Race: Unknown (Possibly Human)\Mandalorian
Age: Around 23
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 50kg
Appearance:
Off-duty Gear
On-duty Gear
Birth place: Rhen Var
Profession: Pilot
Bio:
Serin’s memories go as far back as only a month, the day when she awoke in the strangest of places…
*Flashback*
Serin groaned as she rolled over onto her side, her head pounding. She felt as if a hundred tiny little demons were clawing away freely within her skull.
“Ah, well I guess this will serve as a lesson not to… Umm, drink too much? Wait, what did happen last night… Actually, better yet, where the hell am I!”
She jolted upright in shock at this thought and with a bash to the head crashed back onto her side just as quick. Even as her head hit the pillow, she could feel the sting flooding her cranium and instinctively curled up as she grabbed her head and screamed out in reaction; she had just angered the little demons…
“F---!”
She soon felt herself growing weak and tired as the pain became even more unbearable and slowly relaxed her body in defeat, hoping, praying, that the aching would quickly subside on its own.
As she lay lifelessly on the soft cushiony bedding, she stared straight ahead at what appeared to be a steel wall at the side of her bed. Curious and yet still feeling very weak, she tentatively reached out a hand, pressing the palm of it against the cold surface of the metal before softly whispering out, “Where am I?”
She doubted there’d be any answer but nevertheless felt she had to try and in truth she didn’t care what the answer was, she just needed to hear the voice of someone besides herself; she needed to know that she wasn’t alone.
As time went by things slowly grew darker for Serin and at one point she thought she could even hear the sounds of footsteps and voices. At first she pushed it aside as a dream but as she finally succumbed to the darkness, she actually thought she could hear the shattering of glass, followed by the sprinkling of its shards across her body.
On the bright side, she knew what she had whacked her head against and as all thought and pain disappeared, she couldn’t help but smile at this last thought.
*Ending Flashback*
She was actually revived by the mandalorians, although they would have left her for dead if it wasn’t for the fact that they were interested in the facility that they had dragged her out of. Unfortunately though, all they learnt was that she had some form of amnesia. Fortunately however, the mandalorians, at the very least, had discovered that she was military through a data pad they had picked up in the facility. They had also found what, according to the data pad, was her gear. It was because of this that they actually allowed her to join them, believing that she would at least be able to carry her own weight.
She now serves as a pilot in the air and a medic on the ground. The strange thing is that these skills seem to come naturally to her and when asked about the various controls or parts of a ship, she merely shrugs.
Skills: Medical, Computer Use, Security
Ship Name: No personal ships as she’s usually just assigned one depending on the situation.