Bree Carson

## Appearance

**Hair:** Hazelnut brown, a mess, usually only brushed and considered ‘kempt’ whenever it involves her job. Typically very much a mess, even if it is more or less clean all the time.

**Skin:** Caucasian.

**Eyes:** Hazelnut brown, left eye is slightly milky toned and she is partially blind. As such she wasn’t sent to the frontlines and was relegated to a role as a MP.

**Height:** 5’10”.

**Weight:** 152lbs, mostly from muscle.

**Noticeable Features:** Bags under her eyes, the prior mentioned slight milty tone of color to her left eye. Commonly seen with a mug that reads ‘Tired Bitch Juice’.

## Personality

Not a very chatty person. Quick to annoy, very slow to anger. Often appears tired when not actively doing anything, tends to either sit or walk around depending on how neurotic she is feeling, or simply anxiousness. Is somewhat more personable with people she is comfortable with, or in Uniform when she has to be.

## Abilities

Decently skilled in professions regarding the law, as her parents were both lawyers before they passed of illness and old age.

She is a decent shot with a rifle, but has trouble at long ranges. Fairly proficient in melee combat due to a prior history of fist fighting with family members and children in school.

Has excellent hearing to make up for her slightly bum eye, and listens for footsteps very well. Decently strong, and decently fast, no more than the average soldier usually tends to be though.

## History

She was born into a family of relatively wealthy lawyers who were in their late thirties, and their health would progressively get worse over the years as they raised her, it eventually becoming the duty of their neighbor more or less as time went by and first her father, and then her mother would become bedridden from illness. Her father would be the first to pass, leaving most of his wealth to his favored sons, while her mother would follow soon after and give a fairly small inheritance to Bree.

Bree had a difficult time handling this, and as her parents wasted away she took out the stress and emotional fatigue on her surroundings, eventually being nearly expelled from school for participating in a fist fight between her and several other children. As she grew up she and the older siblings would sometimes spar as well, due to various differences in both status and mindset, as well as mocking and other things setting her off. She would receive partially eye damage in the middle of a fist fight when one of her siblings landed a lucky strike.

She eventually mellowed out around the age of 16 and pursued, with help from her proper ‘father’, the neighbor that had taken over the role of raising her, an education that’d allow for her to potentially become a lawyer and go to work for a law firm. However, before she could actually achieve this, they would pass due to health complications as well as they were already fairly advanced in age. She joined the military in order to provide herself a source of stable income and as well, to get access to shelter and a job overall, rather than be on the street. Due to her eye problem, she was relegated to a position as an MP, as she wouldn’t be very useful in frontline combat due to her eyesight issue, but would serve decently as an MP.

Due to her position as what amounts to a glorified cop, she feels her skills are going to waste - though as of late she has been getting pulled around by the inquisition, of all things, and has been trying to brush up as much as possible. Partly from a sense of potential opportunity, but as well from the possibility that she will need to be as sharp as a frontline soldier given the circumstances.