Name: Lucinda Eos (Also called Luci for short)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Rank: No fighting experience whatsoever! maybe just enough to hold a weapon without killing herself, and the meanness to wield blunt objects like only a pissed off woman could <3 RECRUIT THEN lol

Class: Militia

Appearance: Long blond hair with a slight curl to the very ends of it, very blue eyes and pale skin. She looks like she should be in big frilly dresses sipping tea in high class society but instead her hair is often pulled up in a ponytail and her skin often has grease stains from her job as a mechanic. She wears a simple white shirt and brown overalls with a dark blue toolbelt on her waist. She stands at about 5'4".

Personality: All growing up she was taught to smile prettily and be tactful and clever and polite, basically all the traits politicians and royalty are expected to have, but she hated it. She is quite intellegent and has the ability to learn things very quickly, but her real personality is one of blunt honesty. She's not mean for the sake of it, she just gets annoyed and impatient with peoples attitudes sometimes, and during those times she doesnt feel like hiding it. She mutters when she works sometimes and is short with people around her if she is trying to solve a problem, but most of the time she is quiet unless she needs to talk. Loves coming up with unorthodox ways of fixing things that somehow work better than expected.

Home Planet: Tarsonis

Weapon: AGR-14. Also any of her tools she can use as a weapon ;D

Relationship(s): Open

History: I'll write my history later after I get a few details from Sie but basically she was in a rich political family which she ran away from because all she wanted to do was to get her hands dirty and pursue her love---fixing machines as a mechanic.

~~Lucinda "Luci" Eos~~

"Another day, another dollar..."

One usually said that as they began work. It was meant to soothe, perhaps, with the idea that one must work in order to earn one's living. Though work was distasteful it served a greater purpose and one would receive reward in the form of monetary compensation for one's struggles.

To me it was a joke. One that, everytime I heard or thought of, made me smile ruefully. To me, the work was more valuable than the money. I had once had great sums of money and it didn't bring me as much joy as simply taking one broken thing and making it work. Being clean, made-up, hair done in a spectacular sculpture and a dress with so many ruffles I could get lost in them, didn't make me feel as beautiful as wearing dirty coveralls with grease stains on my face. And I never slept quite as good as after a long day's hard work.

I was currently working in a mechanics shop, and while it satisfied my urge to fix, it wasn't much of a challenge. Every day brought me closer to the decision to move on.

Suddenly I heard a sound in the front of the shop. Looked like someone was here. I wiped my hands on a rag and headed up, wrench in hand, to see who it was.

~~~~~~~~~~

Shitty first post but I'm lost o.o Tagging Ayeun