Amnell de Portiers
The Girl With An Expiration Date
Amnell de Portiers
FACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
EYES: Light Brown
HAIR: Dark brown
SKIN: Ivory
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
- Buries emotional pain to the point of snapping, and self-defeat
- Incurable Disease : Quannot's Syndrome
- Debilitating pain
- Fragile in regards to her illness as it progresses the weaker she gets
- Her days are numbered, due to Quannot's
- Weak in combat
- Does all she can to hide her syndrome from others, not wishing other people to know, or treat her any different for it. Even when it might be in her best interests to do so.
-With much of her time spent during her early years in hospitals, Amnell has a passionate dislike of both, preferring only to go when there is absolutely no other option.
+/- Control Pain - Decent at using it when normal pain medications are not available to treat her condition, however draining to use
+ Extremely intelligent
+ Learns quickly, and with ease
+ Weapon / Droid Engineer
+ Excellent with slicing and programming
APPEARANCE: Long brown hair, that ends just below the shoulders. Pale ivory skin from far too little sunlight, brown eyes. Generally slender and of average height.
BIOGRAPHY:
A single sigh passed as Amnell set away the device she'd been tinkering with for the last few hours. A hiss of pain followed as she rubbed slowly at her hands, trying to soothe the ache away any way she could. With exhaustion setting in she finally grabbed a datapad and type a quick report on her progress. Frustration was seeping through into her from the pain alone, frustrated that she couldn't do more. Another sigh passed as she started to type a journal entry into her datapad.
I was never meant to be this damn broken. Never really imagined that I'd grow up to find my life so finite, so short. But that's the simple fact, I am dying. Hardly a soul out there knows what its really like, living this way. And if I'm honest, I don't want them too either. Too many people have walked away from me for it. Not one likes to be around that girl that never gets better, who is always sick. Sadly it is what it is.
To escape it all, I bury myself in work. Between droids and weapons, ain't much time for anything else. And at least Droids don't leave their masters once programming is complete. At least I can always count on them unlike their sentient counterparts. I think I prefer it this way. It's better and hurts a hell of a lot less than anything else. I only wish that accepting this reality becomes easier. Anything not to be so damn angry at the Universe for the unlucky hand of cards I was dealt.
SHIP: None, yet.
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
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