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Character Summary

Chaotic Good

Renegade<████████ | ████████>Paragon

 

Morale

Awful<███████|██████|█████>Not Awful

 

Spoiler

 

 

Name: Ylva Myrna Hilmarsdottir

Age: 32

Birthday: March 04

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Birth Planet: Earth

Heritage Icelandic

Hometown: Hafnarfjörður

Gender: Female

Height: 5.9 Forearms

Weight: 9.43 Stone (132 Lbs)

Build: Ectomorph

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Skin Tone: Pale

 

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"Oh, yeah? Are you sure anybody gives a shit?"

 

Psychology

* Moto * Introverted * Level-Headed * Facetious *  Light-Hearted * Aloof

 

Marital Status: Unmarried

 

Habits:

  • Eye-Rubbing
  • Pacing
  • Rolling Shoulders
  • Over-Explaining
  • Vying Towards Pessimism

 

Hobbies:

  • Cleaning Equipment
  • Cooking
  • Playing Guitar
  • Working Out

 

Fears:

  • Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes.

 

Likes:

  • Things Going According To Plan
  • The Moble Infantry
  • Fleet Personnel
  • Smart-Asses
  • Respecting Subordinates
  • Shit That Shouldn't Fly, But Does
  • Warm Climates
  • Degenerates

 

Dislikes:

  • Appeal To Authority
  • 'Mickey Mouse Bullshit'
  • Rainy Climates
  • Pogues
  • Mouth Breathers
  • People Who Want To Be 'The Guy'

 

History & Misc

 

General Skills:

  • Cardiovascular Conditioning
  • Small Arms Training
  • Surgical Certification
  • CLS Certification
  • Basic Trauma Care Certification
  • Advanced Trauma Care Certification
  • Air-To-Land Insertion
  • Sea-To-Land Insertion
  • Ambidexterity

 

Criminal Record: N/A

 

Anything Else:

  • Ylva has several Nordic tattoo markings on her arms.
  • Ylva is a single child.
  • Ylva has been serving for eight years.
  • Ylva is undersocialized, resulting in an aloof disposition.
  • Ylva has an ear for alternative music.
  • Personnel file suggests classical music relaxes her.

 

Relationships

 

Key: Trusted/Amiable / Respected / Friendly/Known / Neutral/Unknown / Mixed / Particular/Exceptional Dislike / † = Deceased     ♫ = Oldfag

 

To be done.

 

A. Falco: A trusted co-worker and an excellent friend. I've known Falco for about as long as I've been serving on this ship, and she's come to be a favorite of mine. I've noticed that she hasn't been the since since we lost Dahl. Most of my antics are to try and coax a reaction out of her - there's just something about seeing one of your best friend's rare smiles that makes it worth the shit it gets me into. I hope she comes to terms with herself before it's all over. Please don't go somewhere I can't follow you.

 

My name is Arryn Falco, and I mean something to somebody.

 

O. Dahlstrom: If Falco was my best friend, Dahl would have been something special. I loved that kid as much as someone possibly could without breaking the confines of platonic. He was closer to Falco than to me, but I still think about him a lot.

 

D. Dumont: The man the myth. Rekindled my faith in grunts. I have plenty of fond memories with this one.

 

O. Dresdner: We've never had anything but a working relationship. He's what I wish all of our leaders could be.

 

F. Sorrentino: Frankie and me go back a little ways to his days as a Sergeant. I don't think any other officer would let me squeeze their biceps in public without breaking my arm.

 

He cares a lot more than he lets on. There's something cutting him up - you can see it in the way he is now as opposed to how he was before, if you talk to him long enough.

 

We've spoken a few times recently. He has some kinks, but I think he's a soft soul at heart.

 

J. Skye: I stole his vest n' beret and now he wants to fuck me.

 

C. Scott: Scottie's a friendly Specialist serving in medical. He's a little old for his rank, but he's good people nevertheless. I'm glad to have met him.

 

It's funny how a single, seemingly meaningless conversation can really change your view on a person. You're worth more than you know, Charlie Scott.

 

If catharsis had a name and face, it would look like the spawn of a hate-fuck between Mark Ruffalo and Bruce Campbell and wind up as a dumb hick named Charlie Scott. That hick would go on to be one of my best friends.

 

My best friend loves me, and that frightens me in a way I don't have words for.

 

H. Al-Attar: I get the sneaking suspicion that Atari isn't terribly fond of Falco and I's bullshit. She'll come around.

 

Quitter. Drama stirrer. I regret knowing you.

 

D. Foster: I've got to stop making a habit of burying my friends. I only knew Foster briefly, but I'd like to think I've got a pretty alright judge of character. The kind of guy who'd have your back on a patrol or in the deepest of shit all the way up until the end. Rest easy, Davie.

 

N. Gargano: He was really young for his rank, and that only serves to make me feel older now that he's gone. You should've gone the whole mile, but they pulled you out of the race in the first quarter. I liked him, for what brief interaction we had. Would've gotten to know him by now if he were still with us. Rest easy, buddy.

 

T. Hughes: He's a good kid with a whole mess of problems. I want to see him climb out of that hole he's in.

 

Steady progress with his recovery. Enabling people to succeed makes me feel really good about myself. Chin up, pal.

 

Made a full recovery. It's nice to know I've helped do well enough by someone to rekindle their desire to live.

 

W. St. Claire: I want to like him, but he finds a way to insult me or my rank every time we speak without fail. Makes me feel kind of shitty that he doesn't realize I'd go out of my way to save his life.

 

M. Valentine: Cute kid, something's bothering her. I care more than I should for no justifiable reason.  I'd like to get to the bottom of it, if I can. I'd like to see her live longer n' I do if I can help it.

 

Max says the nicest things sometimes. I'm glad to know her.

 

Max says the worst things, sometimes. I'm still glad to know her.

 

A. Thacker:  Doesn't think, and has an ego to boot. If she were an NCO, she'd get people killed. Wants to be a medic. I dono'bout' that one.

 

J. Holiday: Psychic, seems flirty around movie-theatre-sword and Hughes. Her cooking's not bad.

 

D. Elswood: A sensitive soul, a poet and a dreamer. I'm glad I met him. I would like to think that we're friends, to some degree. He has a fascination with people, and I suppose he picked the most intriguing line of work to try and cash in on that fact. I can only imagine him going up and down the recovery bay, introducing himself to every John and Jane.

 

R. Shaw: I'm not sure how much he enjoys my company, but I sure enjoys his whenever we have the opportunity to talk. He gives off vibes from someone who has the potential to be very good company. The rank makes me kind of nervous, so I find myself vying towards witticisms in his presence.

 

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