Tamrin "Friday" Vant

[Angel]

Name: Tamrin "Friday" Vant
Age: 22, though any legal paperwork in her name says she’s 26.
Power: Density Control
Primary Skills:

Stunt Flying – 3rd Degree (1st Degree Piloting)
Hand-to-Hand Combat – 3rd Degree
Driving (Terrestrial) – 2nd Degree
Wilderness Survival - 1st Degree
Medical Practitioner – 1st Degree

Secondary Skills:
Prospecting
Vehicle Maintenance (Terrestrial)
Astronomy
Human Anatomy
Cooking
Hunting
Offensive Strategy

Profession (Current): Fighter Pilot
Profession (Past): Mercenary
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Earth

Religious Beliefs: Pagan, though she isn’t very spiritual, and is prone to thinking of the gods bitterly.

Socioeconomic Status: Even when Tamrin has money, she seems to have very few luxury items—she’s a woman of simple pleasures, save, perhaps, when it comes to her vehicles.

Cultural Upbringing: Growing up in an Earth orphanage meant that Tamrin was generally well cared for, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Alongside regular schooling, she was taught tolerance, independence, and peace, though the former two seemed to take hold a lot better than the latter. On Duette she learned a whole new set of rules: namely fight or flight. When she later joined the UIR military, discipline was imposed upon her more chaotic nature, though she bucked against it from time to time.

Physical Description: Tamrin stands at an average height, with blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is well muscled from her military training, and her more “informal” training before that. Though her movements aren’t all that graceful, there is a sense of power and place to them. She walks confidently, even swaggering at times.

Her hair is rarely styled, usually somewhat tangled and mussed up, though generally clean. Though she let it grow out before, she cut it shorter when she first joined the UIR military. Her clothing, when not in uniform, tends to be chosen for utilitarian rather than stylistic purposes.

Personality: Tamrin never resented growing up as an orphan. Though the orphanage she called home wasn’t the same as having a proper mother and father, it wasn’t terrible: there were certainly worse places, and worse orphanages, to live in. Though Tamrin is appreciative of the times when life is good and easy, she has a taste for danger, and finds herself repeatedly volunteering for dangerous assignments.

Tamrin likes the more visceral pleasures of life: brawling, drinking, screwing, smoking, cursing, whathaveyou. This is part of the reason she enjoys flying and driving so much. Not only do they transfer a certain sensation of power, they also are directly tied to freedom. Though Tamrin can feel strong loyalties for people on the platonic level, she is plagued by wanderlust and a stubborn need for independence.

Despite her inner impulses to run from her problems or constraints, Tamrin tries to commit herself to higher ideals. Her desire to shirk off responsibility is not a sign of cowardice, at least not the type that comes from fearing for one’s life. When she finds a leader she can believe in, Tamrin is resolved to following their lead.

History:
The Earth childcare system ensured that she attended school when she came of age, and though she didn’t have spectacular grades, she didn’t come close to dropping out. Though she did want for adult companionship and guidance, she got along well enough with the other kids (most of the time). When she was 14 she heard about the gold mining colonies on Duette, and the harsh quality of life there. It sounded dangerous, but more importantly, interesting. Within that year, Tamrin set off for the planet, stowed away on a transport ship.

Life on Duette was grueling and seedy, but it was everything Tamrin could have wanted. She became a mercenary in all sense of the word: doing odd jobs, fixing things that she learned to fix, and carting around a lot of stuff. She picked up an aptitude for winning barfights and driving cars and motorcycles. The trek between different colonies could easily spell disaster for anyone who didn’t know their way around the terrain, and she found her more lucrative business in transporting paying customers.

When life took a turn for the worse in Duette, Tamrin carefully surveyed her options. She was young, handy with mechanics, and she could beat the snot out of just about anyone that messed with her. But she saw too many times what a life of living on the edge did to people: they burned themselves out, or caved in to moral depravity. Not wanting to give herself over to either, she joined the military. It took a lot of clever maneuvering (she was several years under age at the time), but she’d built up quite a bit of profit in her chancy line of work. The ink was barely dry off of her false birth certificate before she was in a jumpsuit and doing pushups.

It turned out that as adept as she was with driving, she was even better at flying. She passed UIR flight school with top marks in maneuvering (her strategy wasn't as great, but it wasn't awful), earning the callsign "Friday."

RP Sample:

"I can- I should." Suji sighed. "We did the right thing. If you want... it doesn't matter to me what you tell Raven. I mean, I don't exactly want to face her right now or anything, but your relationship with her is obviously more important than my relationship with her. If she needs someone to blame," Suji looked up at him, expression serious. "I can be someone to blame. That part won't phase me any more than this mess already has."

Yes, that was the truth. If Raven had to come down on her, breathing smoke and fire and screaming fury, well, Suji could withstand that. Not that she was looking forward to it, and she figured Riley would defend her as best as possible (or at least take as much blame as she did), but their leadership had to be unified. Without Raven, Riley had no Cassie-approved authority, and without Riley, Raven was--at the end of the night--nothing more than a pregnant woman who knew the sides of the war but couldn't fight in it. Maybe seeing them as two parts of one leader was not exactly best (or most polite) thing, but it was closer to the truth than anything else.

"She should probably start before the sun's all the way up. Do... do you want me to send her out?"