Name: Bria Kerund
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Affiliation: None.
Home Planet: Correllia.
Currently Residing: The Phyxius.
Vehicles/Weapons: Twin Bryar Pistols. She also owns her own personal swoop bike, painted a sleek black. Usually carries at least one thermal detonator.
Height: 5"1
Weight: 105 pounds
Hair Colour: Red.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Clothing Style: Usually some type of black leather, something that looks tough without making her look intimidating; she relies on others underestimating her due to her small frame. The leather is usually padded, allowing her to have some form of body armour beneath.
When not on an assignment or mission, she dresses more casually, usually wearing a red dress with a high collar, and no weapons visible (her blasters are hidden beneath the dress; she still carries them).
Unusual Physical Features: Small of frame, and without any obvious strength, she appears frail, and is not considered to be very intimidating at all. She uses this to her advantage however, often catching people off guard.
Occupation: First Officer of the Phyxius.
Personality: Bria is a woman of two halves. On one half, she is a very tough, very gruff, take no prisoners type who is deadly serious about her duty. This is the front that most see.
In reality, there is a second half to her, much more feminine and sweet, suprisingly kind and caring, that harbours a slight distaste for how she has to behave. She only lets this side show to her closest friends however, and, of course, Michael. And even then, only rarely. She tends to like to keep her tough personae up, even around him.
She hates discriminition in all forms, having been raised by pirates who automatically hated the rich; but always knowing that she was only a stone's throw away from being that which they hated, had fate not intervened, and as such carried great distaste for their hate. From this stems a hatred of discrimination in all its forms; she believes that people cannot help who they are born as, and she tends to enforce this view if discrimination is present.
History: Born to a privaleged family on Correllia, things should have been good for Bria Kerund. They were not.
From birth, when she was born three months premature and nearly died, her life was clearly going to be problematic. Although she was saved, she was clearly a frail child, and someone who would never grow up to be particularly strong or tough.
Or so everybody thought...
For the first six years of her life, she lived a happy life, if somewhat plauged with sickness and weakness thanks to her problematic birth. However, one day, on a space cruise upon her parents luxury yaucht, they were attacked by a space pirate vessel, the Crimson Claw, and everybody on board was killed, and the ship looted.
Apart from little Bria, who was in the sick bay at the time, resting up after suffering from another illness. The pirates found her, but the captain of the pirate ship decided that killing a young ill child was too harsh, even for them, and instead they kidnapped her.
Bria found her world shockingly changed, and spent most of her time on board confused and scared. The pirates, led by Captain Wesker, the man who had decided to rescue her, planned to sell her into slavery, but the sick girl very nearly didn't make it to the planet. Wesker and the crew spent much time trying to keep her alive, and they became endeared to her. They felt they could no longer part from her.
They vowed to raise her a pirate.
By the time she was 12, she had grown up knowing the life of a space pirate, and was beginning to outgrow her coddled nature. Life visiting many worlds and living with space scum had hardened her immune system, and while her body was still very lightly built and frail, she was growing tougher. No longer would she fall ill every time they set foot on a new planet, and spend more of her time bed ridden than on her feet. It became apparent that no longer did she have to be the pirates 'little girl', treated like a cute little pet, but now that she could begin to learn the life of a pirate.
Wesker, concerned for her if she was to truly face the life of a pirate, ordered that she be taught to defend herself. Too frail to fight physically, instead Bria began to practice with blaster pistols.
She was incredible. Much to many of the pirates distaste, she proved quickly to be a better shot than many of them. They found themselves having to suddenly respect, admire, and even learn from this 'little girl's' deadly skill.
She had an unnatural talent, and by the time she was sixteen, she was the best shot on the ship, unquestionably. The pirates could hardly believe it. Bria simply seemed to need to see a target, shoot, and she'd hit it perfectly.
They began actually deploying her on their raids, actually realising that it would cost them to leave her behind. She would even often taking the lead, gunning the pirates to victory. However, her accuracy meant that nobody got any second chances, no victims ever got surrender or spill valuable information. She'd attack a ship, and anybody carrying a weapon would be killed.
However, these types of violent raids were a rarity. Wesker's philosphy for raids was to get the enemy ship to surrender before they boarded. This way, no shots needed to be fired.
Under these cirumstances, Bria was a lot less useful. Her physical weakness meant she wasn't much good for moving cargo, her abilities made her arrogant, despite the fact she was fairly useless in these situations, and her morales seemed to often clash with their own, over who should live and die.
The pirates tended to go back on their word of surrender, and execute the crew, as to leave no survivors that could track them down. Bria felt that people should only be killed when they had no choice; in battle. Her newfound arrogance due to her abilities led her to believe she could boss the crew around, and they took an extreme dislike to her attitude on such missions.
Despite this, they kept her for many years, their old feelings of loyalty and protection staying with them, and the fact that she'd grown into quite a beautiful young lady meaning they really did feel the need to keep her to themselves. Although, for perhaps some less pleasant reasons than simple protection.
Not that Bria was naive. She kept a blaster on her hip. She knew how the entirely male crew must feel.
She continued to grow more arrogant, taking to ordering around the other crew members, and at times even demanding things from Wesker himself. She began to disallow the crew from killing their victims; even drawing a gun on her own people occasionally to stop them.
She had a particular distaste for Wesker's philosphy that the rich deserved to die. She knew she would, had the pirates not attacked, been the type of person he hated so much herself, and so began to hate Wesker's discrimination.
She made sure to keep him on reigns, and by the age of 23, it was like she thought she ran the ship.
This didn't sit well with the pirates, and they decided she was old enough to sail on her own. Away from them. Far away. They moved to 'remove' her from the crew.
Hired for a particular mission, they became aware that there was a rival ship involved. Knowing a shortcut through a nebula, the pirates moved to cut across it, and set up an ambush to defeat the other party.
Or so Bria thought.
Wesker ordered into position in the ambush, to flank the enemy, knowing her considerable skills would be enough to do it alone, while the rest of the pirates formed a distraction.
Bria was arrogant enough to believe this was true, and set herself up for the ambush.
But the pirates never attacked...
They had fled.
They'd set a trap, alright. But for her.
She was left alone, and found herself outnumbered and facing a mercenary crew. She was enraged. Betrayed by Wesker and the crew that had raised her, she couldn't bring herself to fight.
She silently gave up.
She knew it was too late. While Michael Paine and his crew, captain of the ship she had been hired to distract, had been dealing with her, Wesker had gotten the cargo and made his escape into the nebula.
Her anger focused on everything the pirates had done. Everything they had done since Wesker had found her aged six. All the bad things she had had to endure for them.
She told Michael Wesker's secret. How he had used the nebula. And then she told him what she had learnt serving on the Crimson Claw all those years; how to navigate it.
She led Paine and his crew directly to Wesker's ship.
Michael was wary of trusting Bria, but agreed, since he had no choice. To his suprise, Bria not only led them to the pirates, but went into battle with them, twin guns blazing.
However, while the rest of Michael's crew dealt with the pirates, it was only Bria and Michael who made it to the bridge.
At first it seemed empty, and Michael relaxed for a moment.
It was a moment that very nearly cost him. Wesker emerged from a hidden door, and opened fire.
But, before he could hit Michael, Bria cooly and casually blasted him in the leg.
He went down, and she levelled her blaster at his head. And they spoke a simple exchange.
"You won't kill me, Bria. How many times did you tell me you weren't a murderer?" Wesker laughed to her face.
"You think I forgot, don't you?" Bria replied, her voice calm but a tear forming in her eye. "You think that I forgot. But I didn't. I didn't forget. You raised me like your daughter, but I wasn't. I had real parents. And I know what happened to them."
She pulled the trigger on her blaster.
"You killed them." She said, a single tear running down her cheek.
She rapidly turned her blasters on Michael, with a simple instruction, swallowing the tears.
"You saw nothing." She instructed, wiping them away, and readopting her calm yet bitter personae.
Michael realised he owed Bria his life, and was more than a little intrigued by the side of Bria he had seen on the bridge of the pirate vessel.
He felt compelled to repay her somehow, and only knew one way. Despite her violent ways, and somewhat questionable allegiance, that was.
He offered her a place, reluctantly, on his crew.
She, relectantly, accepted.
She served Michael, but was much more bitter and angry than she had ever been under Wesker, always feeling his betrayal and not being as close to the captain as she was to the father-like figure of Wesker. At least, not at first.
She always spoke her mind, and often disagreed with Michael's methods, her pirate upbringing affecting her judgement clearly.
The two often clashed and fought over every little matter, and the two bickered and argued whenever any matter of opinion was expressed.
It was only natural that they fell in love.
She grew incredibly close to Michael, feeling he was the only person who had ever seen the 'real' her, on that bridge, when she had murdered the man who so cared for her.
She fell hopelessly in love with him, and he ended up feeling the same way. Still, she'd rarely lower her hardened front, even to him, and it took a long time for her to fully trust him. She tended to keep him on a bit of a leash, and took an instant dislike to any women who he seemed to be interested in in anyway.
Despite this, she does truly love him, and feels it is his presence that allows her to be the way she is; he is the only person in the universe she truly opens up to. Without him, she would truly be alone.
She never speaks about how she felt about murdering Wesker, even to Michael, and is an intensly internalised person when it comes to her personal problems.
She is a tough woman to get along with, and becoming her friend is a challenge, but once somebody is, it becomes clear that she is much more caring than she lets on.
She can even be suprisingly feminine in many ways, even to the extent that she owns a stuffed furry animal that she sleeps with if Michael is absence (although, she threatens bloody murder to him if he ever tells anybody else that).
What pains she carries inside, she may never tell, but it is clear she is more tormented inside than she will ever let on. Yet, she will never let Michael or his crew down.
And she'll follow him to the end of the universe and back.
Sil's edit: Turning on ezcodes.
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Affiliation: None.
Home Planet: Correllia.
Currently Residing: The Phyxius.
Vehicles/Weapons: Twin Bryar Pistols. She also owns her own personal swoop bike, painted a sleek black. Usually carries at least one thermal detonator.
Height: 5"1
Weight: 105 pounds
Hair Colour: Red.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Clothing Style: Usually some type of black leather, something that looks tough without making her look intimidating; she relies on others underestimating her due to her small frame. The leather is usually padded, allowing her to have some form of body armour beneath.
When not on an assignment or mission, she dresses more casually, usually wearing a red dress with a high collar, and no weapons visible (her blasters are hidden beneath the dress; she still carries them).
Unusual Physical Features: Small of frame, and without any obvious strength, she appears frail, and is not considered to be very intimidating at all. She uses this to her advantage however, often catching people off guard.
Occupation: First Officer of the Phyxius.
Personality: Bria is a woman of two halves. On one half, she is a very tough, very gruff, take no prisoners type who is deadly serious about her duty. This is the front that most see.
In reality, there is a second half to her, much more feminine and sweet, suprisingly kind and caring, that harbours a slight distaste for how she has to behave. She only lets this side show to her closest friends however, and, of course, Michael. And even then, only rarely. She tends to like to keep her tough personae up, even around him.
She hates discriminition in all forms, having been raised by pirates who automatically hated the rich; but always knowing that she was only a stone's throw away from being that which they hated, had fate not intervened, and as such carried great distaste for their hate. From this stems a hatred of discrimination in all its forms; she believes that people cannot help who they are born as, and she tends to enforce this view if discrimination is present.
History: Born to a privaleged family on Correllia, things should have been good for Bria Kerund. They were not.
From birth, when she was born three months premature and nearly died, her life was clearly going to be problematic. Although she was saved, she was clearly a frail child, and someone who would never grow up to be particularly strong or tough.
Or so everybody thought...
For the first six years of her life, she lived a happy life, if somewhat plauged with sickness and weakness thanks to her problematic birth. However, one day, on a space cruise upon her parents luxury yaucht, they were attacked by a space pirate vessel, the Crimson Claw, and everybody on board was killed, and the ship looted.
Apart from little Bria, who was in the sick bay at the time, resting up after suffering from another illness. The pirates found her, but the captain of the pirate ship decided that killing a young ill child was too harsh, even for them, and instead they kidnapped her.
Bria found her world shockingly changed, and spent most of her time on board confused and scared. The pirates, led by Captain Wesker, the man who had decided to rescue her, planned to sell her into slavery, but the sick girl very nearly didn't make it to the planet. Wesker and the crew spent much time trying to keep her alive, and they became endeared to her. They felt they could no longer part from her.
They vowed to raise her a pirate.
By the time she was 12, she had grown up knowing the life of a space pirate, and was beginning to outgrow her coddled nature. Life visiting many worlds and living with space scum had hardened her immune system, and while her body was still very lightly built and frail, she was growing tougher. No longer would she fall ill every time they set foot on a new planet, and spend more of her time bed ridden than on her feet. It became apparent that no longer did she have to be the pirates 'little girl', treated like a cute little pet, but now that she could begin to learn the life of a pirate.
Wesker, concerned for her if she was to truly face the life of a pirate, ordered that she be taught to defend herself. Too frail to fight physically, instead Bria began to practice with blaster pistols.
She was incredible. Much to many of the pirates distaste, she proved quickly to be a better shot than many of them. They found themselves having to suddenly respect, admire, and even learn from this 'little girl's' deadly skill.
She had an unnatural talent, and by the time she was sixteen, she was the best shot on the ship, unquestionably. The pirates could hardly believe it. Bria simply seemed to need to see a target, shoot, and she'd hit it perfectly.
They began actually deploying her on their raids, actually realising that it would cost them to leave her behind. She would even often taking the lead, gunning the pirates to victory. However, her accuracy meant that nobody got any second chances, no victims ever got surrender or spill valuable information. She'd attack a ship, and anybody carrying a weapon would be killed.
However, these types of violent raids were a rarity. Wesker's philosphy for raids was to get the enemy ship to surrender before they boarded. This way, no shots needed to be fired.
Under these cirumstances, Bria was a lot less useful. Her physical weakness meant she wasn't much good for moving cargo, her abilities made her arrogant, despite the fact she was fairly useless in these situations, and her morales seemed to often clash with their own, over who should live and die.
The pirates tended to go back on their word of surrender, and execute the crew, as to leave no survivors that could track them down. Bria felt that people should only be killed when they had no choice; in battle. Her newfound arrogance due to her abilities led her to believe she could boss the crew around, and they took an extreme dislike to her attitude on such missions.
Despite this, they kept her for many years, their old feelings of loyalty and protection staying with them, and the fact that she'd grown into quite a beautiful young lady meaning they really did feel the need to keep her to themselves. Although, for perhaps some less pleasant reasons than simple protection.
Not that Bria was naive. She kept a blaster on her hip. She knew how the entirely male crew must feel.
She continued to grow more arrogant, taking to ordering around the other crew members, and at times even demanding things from Wesker himself. She began to disallow the crew from killing their victims; even drawing a gun on her own people occasionally to stop them.
She had a particular distaste for Wesker's philosphy that the rich deserved to die. She knew she would, had the pirates not attacked, been the type of person he hated so much herself, and so began to hate Wesker's discrimination.
She made sure to keep him on reigns, and by the age of 23, it was like she thought she ran the ship.
This didn't sit well with the pirates, and they decided she was old enough to sail on her own. Away from them. Far away. They moved to 'remove' her from the crew.
Hired for a particular mission, they became aware that there was a rival ship involved. Knowing a shortcut through a nebula, the pirates moved to cut across it, and set up an ambush to defeat the other party.
Or so Bria thought.
Wesker ordered into position in the ambush, to flank the enemy, knowing her considerable skills would be enough to do it alone, while the rest of the pirates formed a distraction.
Bria was arrogant enough to believe this was true, and set herself up for the ambush.
But the pirates never attacked...
They had fled.
They'd set a trap, alright. But for her.
She was left alone, and found herself outnumbered and facing a mercenary crew. She was enraged. Betrayed by Wesker and the crew that had raised her, she couldn't bring herself to fight.
She silently gave up.
She knew it was too late. While Michael Paine and his crew, captain of the ship she had been hired to distract, had been dealing with her, Wesker had gotten the cargo and made his escape into the nebula.
Her anger focused on everything the pirates had done. Everything they had done since Wesker had found her aged six. All the bad things she had had to endure for them.
She told Michael Wesker's secret. How he had used the nebula. And then she told him what she had learnt serving on the Crimson Claw all those years; how to navigate it.
She led Paine and his crew directly to Wesker's ship.
Michael was wary of trusting Bria, but agreed, since he had no choice. To his suprise, Bria not only led them to the pirates, but went into battle with them, twin guns blazing.
However, while the rest of Michael's crew dealt with the pirates, it was only Bria and Michael who made it to the bridge.
At first it seemed empty, and Michael relaxed for a moment.
It was a moment that very nearly cost him. Wesker emerged from a hidden door, and opened fire.
But, before he could hit Michael, Bria cooly and casually blasted him in the leg.
He went down, and she levelled her blaster at his head. And they spoke a simple exchange.
"You won't kill me, Bria. How many times did you tell me you weren't a murderer?" Wesker laughed to her face.
"You think I forgot, don't you?" Bria replied, her voice calm but a tear forming in her eye. "You think that I forgot. But I didn't. I didn't forget. You raised me like your daughter, but I wasn't. I had real parents. And I know what happened to them."
She pulled the trigger on her blaster.
"You killed them." She said, a single tear running down her cheek.
She rapidly turned her blasters on Michael, with a simple instruction, swallowing the tears.
"You saw nothing." She instructed, wiping them away, and readopting her calm yet bitter personae.
Michael realised he owed Bria his life, and was more than a little intrigued by the side of Bria he had seen on the bridge of the pirate vessel.
He felt compelled to repay her somehow, and only knew one way. Despite her violent ways, and somewhat questionable allegiance, that was.
He offered her a place, reluctantly, on his crew.
She, relectantly, accepted.
She served Michael, but was much more bitter and angry than she had ever been under Wesker, always feeling his betrayal and not being as close to the captain as she was to the father-like figure of Wesker. At least, not at first.
She always spoke her mind, and often disagreed with Michael's methods, her pirate upbringing affecting her judgement clearly.
The two often clashed and fought over every little matter, and the two bickered and argued whenever any matter of opinion was expressed.
It was only natural that they fell in love.
She grew incredibly close to Michael, feeling he was the only person who had ever seen the 'real' her, on that bridge, when she had murdered the man who so cared for her.
She fell hopelessly in love with him, and he ended up feeling the same way. Still, she'd rarely lower her hardened front, even to him, and it took a long time for her to fully trust him. She tended to keep him on a bit of a leash, and took an instant dislike to any women who he seemed to be interested in in anyway.
Despite this, she does truly love him, and feels it is his presence that allows her to be the way she is; he is the only person in the universe she truly opens up to. Without him, she would truly be alone.
She never speaks about how she felt about murdering Wesker, even to Michael, and is an intensly internalised person when it comes to her personal problems.
She is a tough woman to get along with, and becoming her friend is a challenge, but once somebody is, it becomes clear that she is much more caring than she lets on.
She can even be suprisingly feminine in many ways, even to the extent that she owns a stuffed furry animal that she sleeps with if Michael is absence (although, she threatens bloody murder to him if he ever tells anybody else that).
What pains she carries inside, she may never tell, but it is clear she is more tormented inside than she will ever let on. Yet, she will never let Michael or his crew down.
And she'll follow him to the end of the universe and back.
Sil's edit: Turning on ezcodes.
