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| − | {{flavortext|Don't let her looks fool you. That gal's a mean | + | {{flavortext|Don't let her looks fool you. That gal's a mean SOB, that's for sure.|'''anon'''|55%}} |
{{flavortext|I can only sign the previous poster's statement. I've fought along her down on Leeds, she was one of our..."civilian contractors". She used to scout ahead for our unit. We rarely got into any combat, but that's not because there weren't any slants in our sector - it's because she already had killed all of them before we arrived.|'''baf4ever'''|55%}} | {{flavortext|I can only sign the previous poster's statement. I've fought along her down on Leeds, she was one of our..."civilian contractors". She used to scout ahead for our unit. We rarely got into any combat, but that's not because there weren't any slants in our sector - it's because she already had killed all of them before we arrived.|'''baf4ever'''|55%}} | ||
{{flavortext|...and not only that (another Leeds vet here) - once, she took one of them prisoner and forced him to cook for her. The ultimate humiliation for any man of Kusarian descent.|'''leedskiller91'''|55%}} | {{flavortext|...and not only that (another Leeds vet here) - once, she took one of them prisoner and forced him to cook for her. The ultimate humiliation for any man of Kusarian descent.|'''leedskiller91'''|55%}} | ||
Revision as of 16:52, 22 September 2009
| Julie "Ivory" Marshall | |
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| Profile | |
| Origin |  Bretonia
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| Affiliation | Independent |
| Born | September 5 792 A.S., Planet New London |
"Hmm...what can I tell ya 'bout myself? Well, as you probably already know, I've made me quite a name as mercenary and bounty hunter. I ain't one of these Guild sissies though - naw, I used to be completely independent 'till some recent events, but we'll talk about them later.
My career has it's roots in Liberty. Though I've been born in Bretonia, my parents decided to move to Liberty. Bad choice. They - both trader folks, he was the Cap'n of a small freighter, she the communications operator - got themselves killed by some dirty Rogue SOBs. Luckily, when that happened, I already was old enough to survive on my own. Sure, spending 3 years on the streets of Manhattan city ain't nice, especially not for a pretty girl like me, but it also thought me a lot of skills I'd find useful as a hunter of humans. I quickly got trapped in a world of crime - but frankly said, the only thing I regret about my early life is that I decided to join the Navy when I got 19. Thought it would be a nice way to get me out of the mess I was in, so I got myself a forged College certificate and took some flying lessons from a Junker, determined to become a soldier, a fighter jock.
Turns out, things weren't as awesome as I've expected them to be. The ranks of the Navy were just as corrupt as the undercity, the only difference was that everything was hidden under a thin veil of lies. I played along, and somehow slept me up to the position of Captain, but one day, I just couldn't stand it anymore, so I retired and started working in the "private sector".
After a couple of years, the Tau Wars broke out, and when the damn Northeners were knocking on Bret'nia's doorstep, I decided to give the military a chance again, and signed up as a contractor (read: merc). Boy, did I wreak some havoc in the Taus and later, down on Leeds, heh. Got me some Splitters from the BAF as well, as reward, and equipped my nice 'ol Raven's Talon with them. It's quite a killing machine now, tehee.
Anyways, after my Bretonia tour was over (hey, I know the war ain't over yet - but I need my independence, heh), I started bounty hunting again. Hey, it's a great job, even though most of it is about killing time (only 'bout 10% of my time is actual killing time). I've also joined and left quite a couple of private military contractors and the like since, though they never managed to keep me for long. Currently, I'm with a bunch of guys called "the Reavers". They actually seem a quite nice bunch of people - competent, interesting personalities, not just some rookies with too much cash to spend on a figurehead or personal instructor. I think I might actually stay here for some time. Regardless, though - should you ever meet me, keep your eyes open and your hand on your gun...who knows, I might be coming for you, tehee."
