Steam name: addict with a pen
Age: Eighteen
Character Name: Alaria Vessos Delanos
Character Age: 24
Character Corps: UNSC Marine Corps(Heavy Weapons/Machinegunner)
Character Rank: Private First Class
Planet of Origin: Gannick 22
Personality Description: 1 paragraph minimum
Alaria is a jovial person-quick to jape, and quick to laugh. She cracks jokes whenever she sees fit-and she sees that jokes are fit for nearly every occasion. She's laid back-but serious and alert on the battlefield whenever needed. She often confronts most things with jokes and smiles-although there is a more sad, somber side of her when she's alone.
Physical Description: 1 paragraph minimum
A female figure stands before you at the height of 5'10. Her height is complimented by her toned build-obviously gained from past experience as a marine. Her hair-a sandy blonde, is usually tied up in a bun-and her eyes are a shining grey-contrasting against her pale skin. She usually wears a standard Marine Battle Dress Uniform, and when in battle-she has battle worn armor-with extra magazines for her weapons stuffed in her pouches.
Character Bio: 2 paragraph minimum
Alaria was born on December 15th, on the Inner Colony world of Gannick Twenty-Two, as a second child to two, rich, wealthy parents. As she arrived to the world, her mother held her against her breast, rocking her as she bawled her eyes out. Soon-they were going back home, and she was introduced to her older sister-who doted over her even more than her parents did.
At the end of that night-she was placed in her crib-and then the years flew right by, the new baby growing up quickly as her older sister did. Soon-she was four, and that marked the start of her schooling-which she found herself bawling over-just as hard as when she was born. She didn't want to go by herself into a foreign environment-she made that clear to her mother and her own family.
Years passed-growing used to everything new that was happening in her life. But-a new rift grew between her and the rest of her family. She found herself-through every thing she did, that her mother compared her to the older sister she had-the perfect, flawlessly ladylike sister that Alaria hated. She hated how she kissed up to her parents. She hated that she could be what her parents wanted so -easily.- Alaria was just as capable as her in academic regards-but her spirit wanted to roam around and be herself-while her sister wanted to stay locked up in formal dinners and dresses.
She progressed into high-school-still deviating from the path her parents wanted her to follow, much to their distaste-but she had long abandoned trying to be all perfect and ladylike as her sister. She wore what she want-she talked how she wanted to-and she kept her academic scores high-so her parents could say nearly nothing in terms of regards-except for what was already there.
She went into college-and found solace in being allowed to be freed from her parent's sour looks and her sister's teasing. She did her duty as a student-studying towards her degree-she had assumed she was just going to fade into regular life on Gannick-away from her parents, most likely, doing whatever she wanted.
When she finished with college after getting her degree and attending the big ceremony, she found herself with a thousand things racing through her mind. She was left with a sense of emptyness- her past plan of going into a job and living her life like a normal person faded. She wanted to be something more, but then, she found an opportunity to escape. She found an opportunity to be something more than an office drone. It had came to her as she stared at an advertisement for the marines, her eyes scanning up and down. She found herself with the same feeling-thousands of thoughts racing through her mind at top speed.
True to heart-the woman stuck with her gut instinct. Swiping the advertisement away, she checked the time, hastily throwing on her jacket as she jammed her keys in the pocket. She opened the door-rushing to the nearest military recruitment center. She went to the terminal-her fingers tapping away as she entered in her final decision. She stared at the submit decision-and tapped it once. She hoped this would pay off.
Her application was accepted-and she was ushered to a training camp, where she would undergo basic. The training hit her like a truck. Sure, she had some muscle on her, she had ran around a fair share when she was a kid, and she sure wasn't a slouch when it came to most sports, but basic was a whole other level of physically taxing. She found herself crashing into her less than comfortable bed at night-falling asleep like a rock, but then waking up with a start at 4 AM or so every morning. She persevered-sheer determination and stubbornness driving her to finish basic.
She finished alright-and she was filled with pride when she did. Her college degree was nothing compared to this in her mind. She felt ten times as accomplished knowing that she got through the grueling training course, rather than doing complicated math problems for four years and getting a piece of paper and a robe at the end of it.
She was sent to a battalion as a Private First Class-and so she served the UNSC as a soldier. A while in, she decided to apply for the MOS of a light machine gunner. And so she was qualified and fully trained to be one. She learned the basics of a M739 Squad Automatic Weapon, and how to use it. Soon, her training was done, and she was certified to wield an MG. With this newfound knowledge, she continued in her battalion, with a bit of a different role.
Some time after getting her MOS training, she was told by her CO that she was to be transferring to another ship. She didn't see a point in asking questions. She followed orders, packing up her bags. She boarded her pelican-stowing all of her things as she strapped herself in, and was taken to the UNSC 'Safety in Silence.'
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