Character Sketch #1

Came up with him after several long hours wasting a Thursday on Final Fantasy. Go figure. Alright, we're off...


"I don't see how that's a good idea!" she barked, a raspy, almost masculine voice continued, "Sneaky isn't my kind of thing." The voice belonged to a rather rough looking female who leaned against the table, her hands pressed against the metallic surface as if she were trying to push it into the ground. Yet, despite her rough voice, she had slender arms. Her wrists and hands were petite, almost pretty, save the roughly cut nails. No shine of polish or care had been given to them, and the edges were chipped and scarred from rough work. A brush of hair slunk across her forearms, which seemed to gradually grow as they approached the elbow and then rode up her biceps. Her shoulders were broad and she sat up tall, making no attempt to hide it. The table hid her legs, but one would assume there were fairly muscular as well. She wore a sleeveless white shirt and her chest was built for work, not beauty. There was almost no sign of breasts or other femanine traits beneath that shirt; Below the neck she appeared as if she were little more than a muscular man. Yet, her slender neck seeme slightly out of place, lacking the same bulge that would denote a larger voice box or an adam's apple. Instead, it was smooth and led up towards her face rather neatly. Despite her rough features below and the lack of a refined 'hour-glass' shape commonly associated with females, she had a rather pretty face. A tight jawline and nicely set cheek bones, one could almost say she was beautiful. Yet, she still lacked refinement in many things. A cigarette seemed to hang off the left end of her lip, even when she talked. Her hair was slashed short, only slightly longer than a buzz cut, and kept messy. Her eyes were hard, and there were several very notable scars and burns along her cheek.
Cindy was once her daddy's little girl. Before the world went to hell, she had wanted to grow up and be a gymnast. Her frame was never suitable for it, but she was such a hard worker chances are she'd have at least made herself a good sportswoman. Still, things didn't turn out the way she'd have liked. The Great War carried on into her young adulthood and she decided she could learn a more practical skill. She took up engine working and quickly made a name for herself. Shortly after deeming herself a master with civilian machinery, she joined up with the military and found herself working everything from Mechs to Aircraft Carrier and even a couple of the inter-planetary cruisers that frequented the boneyards...

(TBC, most likely with additional characters sitting inside the command room Cindy is in. I'm thinking about turning this into a story...just to keep me sane!)