Name: "Major" Alexia "Alex" Maria Esper
OCC: CS Special Forces
Native Language: American
Place of Origin: CS Lone Star
Environment Growing Up: Coalition Main Cities, 'Patriots' Galore
Family Origin: Coalition Elites
Sentiments towards Coalition: Misguided Brainwashing Genocidal Bigots
Sentiments toward Non-Humans: Learning to be Accepting, Still distrustful of Magic
Appearance: Standing at an impressive 1.89m and weighing 100 kilograms (though for her size nobody is really sure on the outset why she's so heavy), the dark-skinned, dark-haired woman is an impressive physical specimen. Toned and athletic without being terribly bulky, the woman's appearance certainly screams 'old soldier', with her hair cut short and the veritable look of eagles in her eyes, how the woman doesn't seem to have a scar on her body seems to be a veritable - but blessed - miracle. At least, not a physical scar, but sometimes when you look into her grey eyes... only sometimes...
Character Concept/Background: Born in the heart of the CS, and from a reasonably prominent family, Alexia's path in life was practically set in stone from teh get-go. Once old enough, she became a "Dead Boy" enlisted, but was quickly tracked to officer status, intending to go the route of the CS Commandos. However, much to the chagrin of her family, she went to the MORE elite, but less prestigious, Special Forces route, excelling in all the training involved. Why less prestigious, for by far the best of the best of the best, capable of being sent on long-term solo missions behind enemy lines without support or means of contact, and a success-rate so high the thought of one of them failing was alien and foreign? Well, the Special Forces and the Scouts both often had to interact with D-Bees; fraternization with the enemy was common, despite the overwhelming loyalty of the Special Forces and to a lesser degree the Scouts.
Even so, Alexia continued to serve and fight for her leader, wearing her "Dead Boy" armor proud, and the SAMAS Special Forces "Striker" too. That is, until one mission where she was sent out with a single other SF operative, tasked with tracking down a guerrilla hideout in nearby mountains, and then subsequently eliminating them. SAMAS Strikers deployed, for fast mobility, and it didn't take long to track down the encampment, or dispatch the nearby guards. However, it wasn't a 'guerrilla encampment' at all, but rather a small, hidden village of displaced D-Bees... mostly women, children, and the elderly after they'd eliminated the guards. Though she at first raised her gun to fire... the terrified tentacle-headed woman in her sights looked her right in the eyes, as if staring through her Dead Boy helmet right into her own grey orbs... and then... she just couldn't do it. She couldn't pull the trigger... though her fellow operator could, and when a railgun round misted the tentacled-woman's body all over the front of Alexia's armor, that's when something clicked inside of her. An instant later her fellow operator, brother, soldier... was on the ground from the very martial arts both had practiced together, and once he was on teh ground her own railgun tore through the power armor chasis he wore, not stopping until the armor itself was indistinguishable inside the crater that she had newly created.
Her act of horrendous treason done, and the remaining D-Bees fleeing now, Alexia took to the sky and maxed her thrusters out in the direction of the nearest non-CS border state, heading for the New West. Soon she found herself losing most of her CS gear, keeping her SAMAS of course but going to great lengths to modify it, make it look less like the monstrosity it was in favor of a more... neutral image. Sure, a CS could likely recognize it, but after what just happened, with her now MIA or presumed KIA, she figured that she'd be in the sights of the CS now, and that if they recognized her it'd be moments before she put hyperdense metals through their Dead Boys. Keeping her SAMAS in a hovercraft or some other vehicle of similar nature when she wasn't using it, she took the path of the Mercenary there in the West and other nearby locations, occasionally having encounters with the CS but... well, she made sure there were no reports made, using her own training against the footsoldiers of her old nation.
Her opinions of D-Bees certainly changed - hell, she'd even befriended and slept with a few - though sometimes old habits die hard, and magic still made her feel... edgy... but with her new mercenary band hailing a number of mages, and even a bloody young dragon even, whose to say she wouldn't get used to that too? Not that she'd told them of her past yet, or let them see her SAMAS, modified as it may be...
IQ: 24 (+10% All Skills)
ME: 30 (+8 vs Psionic Attack, +13 vs Insanity)
MA: 20 (60% Trust/Intimidate)
PS: 22 (+7 HtH Damage)
PP: 24 (+5 Strike/Dodge/Parry)
PE: 22 (+14% vs Coma/Death, +4 vs Magic/Poison)
SP: 24 (26.2kmph)
HPS: 28 + 1d6
vs Coma/Death: +14%
vs Horror Factor: +3
vs Insanity: +13
vs Magic: +4
vs Poison: +4
vs Psionic Attack: +8 (Save 15+)