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location: bathing quarters, immediately after the research expedition
status: OPEN
Renzo furiously scrubbed his hands beneath the running water. While his skin never made any actual contact with the dead body, nor the eggs that sprouted from its decapitated head, he couldn’t get the sensation of what they felt like out of his head. It was a nervous habit, if anything.
“This isn’t the way that we need to be researching this area!” He muttered to himself, mostly, but at the presence of someone else joining him in the small quarters, his voice became louder. “If anyone had bothered to listen to me, we wouldn’t have an alien carcass on board with us. Killing an innocent creature isn’t okay!”
Wren needed a good scrub -- to wash away all the drama of the outing. People were on edge. Wren didn’t appreciate how trigger-happy Khan had gotten, if only because it created an obvious fissure between the groups. Wren gnawed on her lip, muscles in her shoulders clenching and unclenching. “It’s over. What’s done is done.” This was Wren trying to be nice about it. Trying to show patience for the priorities of others on this ship. The look didn’t suit her. And the one thing Wren was firm on: never be caught undermining your fellow soldiers. Stick together. Present a united front.
“A creature is no longer innocent when it has a deadly weapon and limbs enough to pull the trigger.” Wren took a step forward, leaning against the entryway. “Soldiers are here to ensure your safety. Period.”
When: One hour after the crew returned to the Inferno
Where: The Mess Hall
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Twinges of disappointment had tugged at the edges of her mind all day. A few of them had to stay back with the ship, it would have been irresponsible to have done otherwise, and she was aware that she didn’t bring much to the table for an exploratory mission unless some gear was broken along the way. However while she was aware of that fact, she couldn’t help the feelings of discontent that crept in when she watched the majority of the crew take off in the shuttle to go exploring the world they had all traveled so far to see.
As soon as the crew came back curiosity began to gnaw at her. Despite knowing the captain was going to hold a debriefing that evening, Mila decided to plant herself in the mess hall, sipping a cup of coffee as she waited for someone to meander in. She didn’t have to wait long.
“So,” she started, not seeing any point in exchanging pleasantries when they walked into the kitchen area, “What was it like down there?”
After the excursion, all Wren felt was hungry. It wasn’t lost on her that she should be feeling more -- and yet. As she sought out something halfway-edible from the mess hall, Wren noticed Mila, who was doubtless eager to receive some update. Wren was hardly the person to provide it.
“Nothing we can’t handle,” Wren replied smoothly, throwing whatever slop in a bowl to be heated. It was a habit of hers, this opacity. Wren betrayed very little. She was a soldier, after all, and while her job was to remain alert and aware, it wasn’t to speculate or arrive at her own conclusions. Wren took a seat, lukewarm food in hand.
“You’d have to ask the scientists,” Wren continued between rushed mouth-fulls. “Looked like a bunch of monkeys living in a forest to me.”
“APPROACH THAT ONE AT YOUR OWN RISK. SHE SHOULD COME WITH A CAUTION SIGN.” — A WISE BASTARD WHO LEARNED THE HARD WAY
001. ╱ BASIC INFORMATION.
FULL NAME: Wren Cordero. Wren was given the surname Bailey by The Company.
NICKNAME(S): Bailey by those who work with her. Otherwise, she’s just Wren.
AGE: Thirty-four.
HOMETOWN: Camagüey, Cuba.
GENDER: Cisgender female.
PRONOUNS: She/her.
ORIENTATION: Bi(romantic/sexual).
RELIGION: None. There was no mention of God in her household, and she sees no reason in crawling to him on her knees now.
OCCUPATION: Soldier.
SPECIALIZATION: Wouldn’t you like to know?
LENGTH OF SERVICE: Fourteen years.
LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: Spanish and English.
002. ╱ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
HAIR COLOUR: A deep, near-black brown.
EYE COLOUR: Chocolate brown.
HEIGHT: A misleading 5′5.
WEIGHT: A sinewy, muscled 120 lbs.
BUILD: Strong and sturdy, like a gymnast. Her muscles are short-twitch, compact, made for sprinting. She can pack one hell of a punch, and her kicks could definitely knock a jaw off its hinges. There’s nothing diminutive about her, though she knows exactly what she looks like. Looks can be deceiving.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: One in each ear.
USUAL EXPRESSION: Relatively neutral. She’s not an asshole right off the bat; more than anything, she’s efficient. She’s not going to waste time on small talk, and you better not waste hers.
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: The beauty marks that spot her face, like a smattering of stars. Her voice, which is loud and commanding without any effort. Her stare, which can morph from warm to ice-cold within seconds (a trick she inherited from her father).
OTHER INFORMATION: Has been bionically enhanced by The Company for increased strength and durability. They want to keep this under wraps, hence Wren being a bit of a wildcard. She won’t actively shove herself into situations unless things become really dire.
003. ╱ HEALTH.
PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None.
NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: None.
ALLERGIES: Cats. Get those fuckers away from her.
SLEEPING HABITS: Consistently sleeps about five hours a night. There’s simply too much to be done, too many dreams that need capturing, too many ideas that need to be implemented. She can’t afford to waste nighttime hours — the day is short enough as it is.
EATING HABITS: Much more irregular. Often she foregoes meals in favor of something on-the-go, or something in liquid form (i.e: her favorite dark beer, or even a cabernet if she’s feeling fancy). However, she is partial to a good green chile enchiladas — her mother’s was her absolute favorite as a child.
EXERCISE HABITS: Runs six miles each morning, every day, without fail. Similarly, she tries to get a couple matches at the boxing gym, or at least knock a few out on a bag. She has a lot of frenetic energy, and a lot of aggression that she tries to keep at bay, so the physical activities are necessary parts of her day.
BODY TEMPERATURE: Despite all her energy, she’s usually cold. It’s like her body knew she would constantly be running around, covering this problem or that, and so gifted her with superhumanly cool blood in order to keep her from sweating profusely. Or maybe it’s a side effect of the enhancement. There’s not enough data to tell.
ADDICTIONS: Does moving count? She can’t stop and sit still. Other than that, nothing. She doesn’t allow herself to get too addicted to anything — everything is okay in moderation.
DRUG USE: None, besides the occasional melatonin when her mind simply won’t cease buzzing.
ALCOHOL USE: Regular, but nothing excessive. Definitely not beyond the one-drink-a-night on average.
004. ╱ PERSONALITY.
LABEL: The Ambitious, The Mafia Princess, The Pariah, The Loyalist.
HOBBIES: What are hobbies? Girl is always working.
HABITS: Picking at her cuticles. Absently gnawing on her lip. Leaning her head against her hand; cocking it sideways. Going glassy-eyed when someone bores her (she can’t help it!) Stopping people when she feels they’re wasting her time. Speaking bluntly, which can often come across as rude. Cutting to the chase. Smacking people who are close to her on the shoulder, or otherwise getting physical with them. Laughing too loud.
005. ╱ FAMILY.
FATHER: Ramón Cordero / Seventy-eight / Camagüey crime lord (currently imprisoned with over a dozen life sentences).
MOTHER: Ana Celaya / Sixty / Housewife.
SIBLING(S): Alejandro Cordero / Forty-three / who the hell knows?
CHLDREN: N/A.
PET(S): N/A.
FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: Wealthy, then completely stripped of everything.
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