Thread: Mercs Profiles

Player Divergent Delicacy Character Name Ambrosia Blue Alabaster Alias Blue Position Mechanic Age 24 Gender Female Height 5' 7 Weight 153lbs. Hair Blue's hair is, no, not blue. A shaggy mess of chocolate lock that fall just above her shoulders, she usually keeps them pushed back and out of her face with a pair of clear goggles. Eyes Vibrant green Expertise Since she was a small child, Blue watched her father work on cars like it was his life. He loved what he did, and shared his love with her daughter. She learned everything she could from him, but at his death of her senior year in High School, she graduated begrudgingly by her mother's wishes, and went to college for Diesel Engineering. Retaining everything her father taught her about cars, and what she knows from college, she can find her way in and out of anything that has a little grease on it and goes vroom-vroom... Personality A royal bitch. Blue's a hot head with a temper that she never had as a child. Built up anger at her father for leaving her, she'll never admit to anyone that she's still hurting over his loss. Taking every ounce of frustration and anger she can on beating the shit out of the unless engines this place has in their cars and chopper, she doesn't mind. Mostly avoiding the medic, and the boss when she can, she keeps her own stash of anti-bacterial and bandages... Sad part? She doesn't even really use them anymore. Most times it's impossible to get along with Blue unless you can get into a conversation with her about engines, cars, or something mechanically related. You want her to handle a gun? Good luck. She knows how to load and reload. Point, aim, shoot. Sure. But trying and talk to her about cleaning? And names? Pshh. You might as well go talk to a tree, she's going to look at you like you're nuts. Bio Growing up a happy child with no wants what-so-ever, Blue was a golden child. She lived in a small one story house with her Mother and Father, favoring her father the most, and, though she loved her mother she hated dealing with her. Most days as a toddler, you'd see her on a stool with a peanut butter sandwich asking her father question, after question, after question about the car, and the engine, and why certain things did what they did. Patience was his virtue, and at the age of 4, she retained most every answer he gave her. Her childhood was nothing special besides cars. She didn't deal with men, thought they were a waste of time, her baby was the 1994 Sting Ray that her and her father rebuilt, and she was given for her 16th birthday. Her prized possession, she'd never give it up for anything in the world... But she did in the end. Her senior year, her father became ill, and the funds that had been saved up for retirement, slowly, ever so slowly but surely, drained, and his medical became hard to handle. Quick thinking, and without hesitation to save the only man in her life, Blue sold her car for another lifeline of 60,000. Her baby gone, she bought herself 3 months of time with her dying father. A week before graduation, he died in his sleep. She never said good bye. Blue never attended any graduation parties. She didn't smile in that pretty purple graduation gown and cap. She didn't toss her's in the air like everyone else, and she certainly didn't cheer. No, this tomboy, sat there, arms crossed, and cried. That night, on June 7, 2005, she buried her father 8 feet into the ground, and never saw him again. She did, however, take her college funds, and went to NADC, one of the best Auto-Diesel colleges in the country. She spent 4 long years learning everything she needed to, taking special military end courses, and entered straight into the services once she graduated. But, that didn't last long. A year later, Blue was dismissed under terms of poor attitude and punching her higher officer. That was a thrill alright, and she'd do it again, little punk bastard spitting in her face. Like Hell he'd get away with it... And now? Now she's stuck in this little shit hole of The Ranch because no other unit would take her ass. She did love being a bitch. Image