(M)The Black Star Privateers: Blood and Blasters

[Splat]

Spoiler: Someone call a medic? 

Name: Vasha'threk "Vasha" Jaleni
Age: 42
(She still looks pretty young, though. Korathians age slower than humans.)
Gender(m/f): Female

Spoiler: Appearance 

(yes i know it says star wars, just ignore that xD)
Vasha is of about the same build as a human female, slender and standing around 5'5. Her skin is a bright blue-violet, accented with gold, and her long hair is a darker, almost black purple and usually tied up in a ponytail. She has no visible sclera, and her entire eye save the slit pupil is an orangey gold color. Her face, aside from the color, looks quite human, save for small ridges on her cheeks.

Race: Korathian
Job: Medic

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4):
Psionic // Vasha, like all Korathians, has limited psychic abilities. She can see/hear what others are thinking (including their memories, though this is trickier), assuming she is relatively close to them (in the general vicinity) and they are not actively using concentrated willpower to block her out. She can also project her thoughts into other's minds, allowing her to speak to others without saying anything out loud.
In addition, if she concentrates, she can focus her mind to locate a specific person by tracing their individual psionic signature. However, this has a limited range and is made more difficult in crowded or noisy areas.

Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5):
What's up, Doc? // Vasha has advanced medical training from her homeworld, as well as some... unorthodox techniques she's picked up in her travels.

Speak Softly, and Carry A Big Stick // She is proficient in wielding her staff/lance, as well as any other polearm weapon (assuming it's light enough for her to carry).

Everybody Is Kung Fu Fighting // Basic martial arts training, strictly self-defense. Her mom's a police officer, what did you expect?

I Wish I Could Forget That // Vasha has an excellent memory, usually able to recall (seemingly useless) facts instantly.

Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):
- A light but versatile metal spear. The shaft stands about 5 feet and appears out-of-combat as an ordinary staff, as the blade can only be activated by psionic energy.

- Small stun-gun, pretty weak but useful for self-defense

Armor(one sensible suit of armor):
Vasha wears a very light, protective suit under her clothing, sort of like Kevlar. Though it sacrifices reliable defense, it allows her to move quickly and easily to someone in need.

Augs(Limit of 3): N/A

Personality:
Vasha is usually a happy-go-lucky girl, never afraid to crack a joke or lift someone's spirits with her bubbly attitude. She learned early on that a medic's job is tough, and they witness a lot of things no one wants to see; she is determined to not let the horrors of battle affect her and always has a positive outlook on the situation.
She also considers herself somewhat of a pacifist. At least, she tries to stay out of violence and killing people. Most of the time, she's able to do this. Most of the time. The interesting thing about having anatomical knowledge is that you know all the places that can hurt the most. (Read: Don't fuck with the smol doctor.)

Likes: Joking, Helping others, People that aren't complete idiots, Dancing, Cats
Dislikes: Cynicism, Being underestimated, Getting told that being a doctor is "easy", Ungrateful bastards, Getting called by her full name

Spoiler: Background 

Vasha was born on the planet Korath, a world sprawling with advanced cities coexisting with lush jungles. Her mother was a police officer, and she raised her daughter alone, as her father left for other worlds soon after Vasha was born. From a young age, the Korathian knew she wanted to help people. For a time, she thought she would follow in her mother's footsteps, serving others by preventing crime. It was only through the suggestion of a friend that she discovered her love and talent for medicine.

Vasha worked as a nurse and doctor for many years, performing things as mundane as check ups to full-on amputations. But somehow, she felt unfulfilled. Like there was something she was meant to do, and staying on her home planet just wasn't cutting it. One day, she decided. She was going to leave her home and explore the world, experience other cultures and ways of medicine, and maybe even find the man who left her mother and give him a good talking to.

At first, she was somewhat overwhelmed by the vastness of all of it. So many people, so many opportunities that she didn't want to miss. Although, she found she was able to express herself easier around strangers. Living on a planet filled with psychics doesn't lead to much privacy or creativity. Eventually, she found herself working with some, er, shadier people than she was used to. Though she knew her mother wouldn't quite approve of her working with smugglers, well.... her mother didn't have to know.

Spoiler: Other 

It was on Shebah VII, knee deep in what remained of the planet's monstrous dragon god, that Vasha began to seriously reconsider her career choice.

"A simple job," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. Obviously, they never saw the bounty, or at the least, they only saw pictures of it. It was about... five times bigger than what they told us? Less like a shuttle, and more like a warship. Even then, according to her bounty hunter "friends" she had been traveling with, the money was just too good to pass up. So, like the idiots they are, they charge in, each one fighting for that killing blow that grants them extra pay. And who gets stuck healing the burns, and the foot-long gashes, and the inevitable infections? Take a guess.

Okay, Vash, stay positive. It can't be that bad, right? She trudged through the monster's innards, now definitely not on the inside thanks to a well-timed grenade, until she reached one of the men she was paid to keep alive. "It's about time," the man sputtered sourly. A long slash opened up his chest. Vasha frowned and pulled out a syringe from her medical kit, tearing open the seal with her teeth.

"Pro tip," she said, spitting aside the plastic, "you might want to be nice to the woman holding a pointy object filled with the stuff that's gonna help you." She jabbed the needle into his side, not pitying him in the slightest as he flinched in pain.

It's about time to find new business partners.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Fun looking girl so far Splat.

[Splat]

Glad you think so, I had fun making her PSA to everyone, feel free to think weird thoughts. Hilarity shall ensue.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Hilarity is expected.

[Soulio]

Siks, I intend to update the CS later tonight; I checked this out about an hour before I had to work, so I didn't have much time to update it. I'm gonna do that tonight, and probably explain why he left.

If it's not much a problem, could I actually bring June and Metias onto the ship? Or is that gonna be an issue? I can make something work if not.

And also... MY SAM IS SAM #1 DAMMIT! SAM LORN CAME SECOND.

[Splat]

Finished the missing parts on my CS, hope it looks good.

EDIT: Just realized there are two Sams xD Vasha will get confused. Almost everyone has a unique name on her home planet.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Soul: Seeing as we're gonna be part of a planet rush families could come to the new world, but they won't be actually on the ship during missions you know for safety reasons.

Splat: I like her, just one question I like how you limited her mental ability, but is there a limit to her using telepathy? Like does she need to be touching the person to project her thoughts into their heads?

[Splat]

Not touching, although I suppose she would have to be at a reasonably close distance. Not on the other side of a city or something lol.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Ok, if you can put that in the power description we'll call her good.

[Splat]

Done and done