Ex-Fury Teddy Sinclair

↳ Bold what applies to your muse!

╳ Flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny

controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies

impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry

greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive

spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔ Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave

patient  | selfless | ambitious | tolerant  | lucky

intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous

merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming

   Theodora Sinclair hated most of the Citadel, it all felt too clean cut and orderly to someone use to the Chaos of Omega, but she could stand the lower wards. Their still was a hint of the air that C-sec projected all across the Presidium, but you could see the holes in it’s mask. Everything felt more, well, real to the mercenary when you could see the imperfections of intelligent life. The failures and the short  comings brushing up next to the edited and marketed perfection. That sort of life breathed, it moved, it was perfect for the woman.

   And it was in that living place, the lower wards, that Theodora found herself after the completion of a job. It  hadn’t been anything special, just escorting some drug dealers through alliance space, they hadn’t even run into any trouble! She was almost upset. She laughed a little, she was upset over a lack of action! 

   She was wasting her time anyway, the tip she got wasn’t exactly from the best source either. But hell, with the end of her last job she needed work, and she wasn’t going to get any sitting around. 

    She saw a woman standing in front of the shop her contact had mentioned. If she was the client or not, Theodora couldn’t say, but she was there, and that was something.  Keeping her walking pace, Teddy approached the woman with a smile and an open hand. “Theodora Sinclair, lovely to meet you.” 

 Caitlin peered through her scope, lying flat on the dusty outcropping without a single thought in regards to the mile-long drop that lay less than two feet from her position. She’d been waiting for some time now; a keen eye watching for any movement in the vast ravine below, waiting for the slightest hint of illicit activity. There was intel pointing to the presence of a pirate holdout in the region, however the lack of EM readings indicated that the base itself was likely shielded.

 Still nothing.

 She sighed, glancing over to the other members of her team; another infiltrator, and an adept. The latter she’d requested on the off chance that they’d wander into a confrontation at a much closer range.

    Teddy couldn’t say this was the most boring mission she’d ever been on, guarding the elcor diplomats with commander kill joy the third back on earth had that spot, it was a close second. The young Frenchwoman had lost track of the amount of time the small party had spent sitting on the ridge. She was a Fury god damn it, she was meant for action! Theodora let a sigh escape her lips, before she looked over at their boss.

      She still hadn’t moved, man she must have some patience. Sitting in one place for that long, doing the same thing, watching, hell the thought of it made the rouge squirm.   She looked over at the other infiltrator, doing pretty much the same thing their boss was doing, and frowned. It was no fun, absolutely no fun. Well, she had to admit, this was better than prison. 

    Why was she on this mission anyway, she wasn’t meant for all this observation stuff. She was meant to get close and tear people and things apart. She enjoyed it to some extent, life was destruction, that she had learned early on.