Character
Name: Artemis Toth ('Em' is often used affectionately)
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Age: 26
Height: 5'7
Weight: Average
Lineage: Challon
Species: Human
Force: No
Appearance: In peak physical shape, Artemis is a professional soldier by trade and lifestyle. Lithe yet sturdy, her frame is a natural fit for the often claustrophobic yet robust demands of piloting starfighters in combat. She often wears a form of protective eye-glass, allowing her to be prepared to enter combat at a moment's notice, the rigours of space combat often requiring a sight that is acclimatised to the void. She is of average height and has a somewhat brawny quality.
Personality: A strong-willed yet willing participant in good-humoured banter, Artemis is the first to offer the jibe when, and often when not, appropriate. She is boisterous and rugged who foregoes the 'typical' femininity often egregiously expected of her outside of military situations. She is loyal, calm and a determined ace with only a little bit of a competitive streak in her. She likes to go faster than anybody else.
(+) Her stamina, both mental and physical.
(+) Calm under pressure
(+) An adept and responsive fighter pilot
(-) Inappropriate
(-) Will display anger when humiliated or embarrassed
(-) Closed up-not one to show too much emotional sensitivity.
Born on the world of Challon, Artemis has spent a lifetime forgoing what was expected of her and pursuing her own ambitions. Determined to join the Galactic Alliance's Navy, Artemis has spent her formative years training and preparing to be as suited as possible to the calling. Having worked her teenage years with ships of various sizes, she has proven herself a valuable pilot and skilled team player. She is cool, calm and charismatic with a penchant for speed! Her mother still lives on Challon and she has no siblings. Her father left the family when she 14 years old, determined to prove that his absence would not degrade the quality of her upbringing. She is loyal and good-humoured and the first to make an inappropriate joke, often to the chagrin of her senior officers.
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Age: 26
Height: 5'7
Weight: Average
Lineage: Challon
Species: Human
Force: No
Appearance: In peak physical shape, Artemis is a professional soldier by trade and lifestyle. Lithe yet sturdy, her frame is a natural fit for the often claustrophobic yet robust demands of piloting starfighters in combat. She often wears a form of protective eye-glass, allowing her to be prepared to enter combat at a moment's notice, the rigours of space combat often requiring a sight that is acclimatised to the void. She is of average height and has a somewhat brawny quality.
Personality: A strong-willed yet willing participant in good-humoured banter, Artemis is the first to offer the jibe when, and often when not, appropriate. She is boisterous and rugged who foregoes the 'typical' femininity often egregiously expected of her outside of military situations. She is loyal, calm and a determined ace with only a little bit of a competitive streak in her. She likes to go faster than anybody else.
(+) Her stamina, both mental and physical.
(+) Calm under pressure
(+) An adept and responsive fighter pilot
(-) Inappropriate
(-) Will display anger when humiliated or embarrassed
(-) Closed up-not one to show too much emotional sensitivity.
Born on the world of Challon, Artemis has spent a lifetime forgoing what was expected of her and pursuing her own ambitions. Determined to join the Galactic Alliance's Navy, Artemis has spent her formative years training and preparing to be as suited as possible to the calling. Having worked her teenage years with ships of various sizes, she has proven herself a valuable pilot and skilled team player. She is cool, calm and charismatic with a penchant for speed! Her mother still lives on Challon and she has no siblings. Her father left the family when she 14 years old, determined to prove that his absence would not degrade the quality of her upbringing. She is loyal and good-humoured and the first to make an inappropriate joke, often to the chagrin of her senior officers.