Veronika Winters, Sergeant
Role in Story: Crew Member of the Clairvoyant
Occupation: Sergeant, LEG soldier of the NE empire. Crew of the Clairvoyant, Squad Leader
Physical Description:
Race: Human
Age: 27 Standard Years
Height: 5 ft 6 inches / 167.64 cm
Weight: 111 lbs / 50.35 kg
Personality/Skills: Skilled at hand to hand combat, firearms, vehicles, and survival. Extremely resilient, Sergent Winters has never gone to sick call a day in her career. She has a dominating personality which makes her a great leader who is easy to follow. Her off duty hobby of acrobatics provides her with an arsenal of tricks to use in combat. Veronika does not take instruction from anyone outside her chain of command. She is a weak swimmer. The complexities of supernatural things, the fundamentals of magic, and most things that are ethereal in substance like relationships all escape her comprehension.
Habits/Mannerisms: She flaunts her sexuality, her well toned body and assets, frequently. She will often use blunt humor or make graphic statements to keep her companions off balance... but is this a disguise for some weakness she hides?
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| Artwork by Jason Dement (jsundmint.deviantart.com) |
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| Artwork by Jason Dement (jsundmint.deviantart.com) |
They’d been on a severed leash for months now. The captain had mentioned something about “drifting” being a new fascination among those choosing The Empire’s path of conquest throughout the universe. She didn’t quiet understand what that was supposed to mean. For as far back as she could remember the Nomad Earth Empire had adhered to a strict code of space travel. Systematically eliminating the other cultures who posed a threat to The Empire’s safety, they would confiscate all the resources of their worlds before taking back to space to continue what seemed to be a never ending quest for galactic domination. This new “drifting” strategy the Captain had not cared to elaborate on struck Sergent Winters as a disturbing change of protocol. She hated changes. Things should stay the way they’ve always been with thorough, well thought out rules and procedures to ensure that a soldier like herself always knew what her mission was and exactly how to complete it. Questions were dangerous. Well these kinds were. And she found herself asking questions in abundance. She kept her questions to herself of course. It wouldn’t do for her soldiers to make note of her uncertainty. What was it about this new destination looming before her in the porthole window that made her skin crawl so? Just yesterday she would have traded an entire quarter’s pay for a fight. Anything to rid herself of the lethargy that had settled like a fog over the crew during the past month. The not knowing made her feel like a child again. An unfamiliar feeling indeed… insecure? She was rotting on this ship. Sergent Winters had never been insecure.
“Let’s get this damned heap on the ground already!”
The others turned at her outburst but she didn’t notice. She was lost in her thoughts again.
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SGT Veronika Winters by sbalac.deviantart.com |
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