Hey, I just saw your RP's started and I'm a big fan of Sci Fi
So uh, yeah here's my character sheet... Sorry it's a bit over-detailed, I tend to do that > < Let me know if anything needs changing
Name: Misha Soryan
Species: Ly'Trah (Painted Otter)
Appearance: Painted otters are a species rarely seen in much of the galaxy any more, save the outer rim. Misha is in her early 20's and bears their typically distinct appearance, most notable light brown fur with complex markings down her arms, thighs and tail. These markings eventually meld into the lighter cream-coloured fur of her stomach and chest, making a final appearance across her cheeks and muzzle. It is said that no two painted otters have the same markings, and it is true that they do often vary wildly in shape and pattern. Misha's typically resemble tribalistic swirls and spots, almost like a snow leopard.
Besides the obvious appearances of her species Misha is at least pleasant to the eye albeit, as some might call her, a little chubby. With much of her weight in her hips and thick thighs, she has a curvy figure and soft round face with keen blue eyes. Her long dark hair is almost always tied back into a single plait and she wears the fairly simple clothes of the outer rim: a grey quilted jacket and light tan leggings with high sturdy boots. Around her waist is strapped a belt of small pouches and a satchel of supplies and personal items. The only jewellery she wears is a traditional outer-rim engraved metal choker around her throat, matched with similar bands around her wrists and ankles.
Position on a ship: Doctor / Medical Advisor
Strengths: A quick mind, confidence and open honesty. Those who gain her trust will seldom find it lost.
Weaknesses: Her own honesty and almost naive take on the galaxy sometimes leaves her in trouble, coupled with an almost shy quietness means she often tries to avoid confrontation where possible.
Background: Life in the outer rim has always historically been a hard life, throughout the ages. For Misha this was no different and what little of her early life she will talk about was a struggle. For her an escape from this harsh frontier came in the form of a medical license. Earned through what little funds she had and hard training, a doctor will often find a ship in need of their services. Since then she has flitted between crews, stopping off at stations only to find another. It was in this way she came to the Castea Space port, once again in search of a ship.
Weapons: None
Companion: 'Bee-too' a second, or possibly even third or fourth, hand medical droid of the mass-produced B-2X series. Disc-shaped and around the size of your palm; fitted with a miniature antigrav motor as well as a multitude of appendages, surgical implements and single blue optic-lens. The B-2X are a widely used series of droid for those in need of a portable medical assistant. When not in use 'he', for the little droid has over the years acquired a quirky attitude which Misha insists could only be male, slots into a small recess in her belt for recharging.