you can change it if you wish
 
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Senior Sergeant David "TK-112"Bowman - Master Chef
-=Lancer Squad=-
SL/SSG TK-112/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [CoR] [IH] [BoA]

This is my old bio....




Private first class Hellra

Name: Hellen Le Clerque
Rank: Private First Class
Position: Trooper
Specialty: -
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 15
Height: 1,53 m
Weight: 55 kg
Eye: Blue, changes to dark blue when angry
Hair: Dark Blonde
Homeworld: -




Loves history, writing, drawing, and marital arts

Any scars or tattoos: three scars, over her left arm, one she received from a fight with smuggler in space, one received from an animal on her home planet, and one she made her self in remembrance of her old life.

Personality: Well, lets get one thing straight here, she hates it when people lie, you can ensure a death penalty if you provoke her.

In reality is Hellra a bit of a pushover. {Still has a temper} But she never hesitates to fight and stand up for her friends.

One thing she is known for except her energetic personality and temper is her bravery. Her walk doesn't express the word fear. But she is deathly afraid of rats and cockroaches.

History: Hellra...a nick name found for Hellen found by her friends due to her temper that rivals hell in their eyes.

Hellra is born on an ordinary planet, a planet like Earth...

Busy cities, a constant noise created by the annoying technologies they call cars and radios. And of course the country sides and valleys {filled with rain forests} which is rare to find seeing as the planet is already so over populated.

Hellen or Hellra has a younger brother and an older sister. As she much as she loves them, as equally she hates to be compared to them. On days like those she flees from her house, from her family shadows to the welcoming shadows of the forests, if she is lucky it rains. Hellra despised the sun and the light that emits from it. She takes to the habit of wearing dark glasses improving her sight in the dark but blinds her in the light when she takes the glasses off. With most of her time spent in the forest looking for adventure she improves her smell and hearing. She can sneak up on animals like a shadow.

After yet another row with her mother Hellra runs away from home believing that she is an orphan which her father denies the whole time. Instead of just fleeing to forests that she usually flees to, she flees into the galaxy with its million stars and planets that graces Earth's nights on daily basis.

She wanders through space, alone, miserable and lost.

She became fascinated by the dark literally and figuratively.

Hellra realizes if she steps to the darker side of life, it may be the last steps she takes. Demons haunted her dreams turning it to nightmares. Who were they? Were they a product of her undulation with the dark?

Realizing this Hellra fought against it and is still fighting it today as she doesn't realize maybe it is her own demons she is fighting....

In her travels Hellra stumbles across Vast Empire, she joins without second thought in hope of finding a home find herself, to protect other and still have an adventure...
 
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EL/LCPL Hellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]

sorry, i accidently double posyed...well that is my new bio...i hope it is okay, it is just the design as usual, i am going to add dexcription and stuff when i finshed everything...

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EL/LCPL Hellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]

Hellra sat shivering in under forest leaves that always had a friendly nature towards her. The green leaves loomed over her hiding her from the moon's light that exposed everything in sight. Frost crept over the grass, as the shadows grew. Hellra ignored the cold temperature that surrounded her. Her thoughts were jumbled together not really comprehending what is going on. The soft music of raindrops came around. Water puddles and small rivers raced each other down the slopes merging as one at one point or another.

The fresh smell of rain filled the air, eliminating the foul stench from the city that even sometimes reached into the depths of the jungle. Hellra were sitting with her head on her knees hugging her self to get more warmth. Droplets water splashed to her face mixing with the salty tears that dropped from her face.
The thirteen year old cursed in every language she knew at her display of weakness.
With strong determination set in her heart she swore never to shed tears in self-pity again. It was foolish to waist her time with that. In remembrance she scarred her left arm remind who she was or maybe still is.

Many days passed where Hellra just swept through jungle with ease, she got to know the jungle and its friendly traps. She moved swiftly at nights sleeping during the days.
It was on one of those days she slept through that she found herself caught by a slave trader. She struggled with him fruitlessly in a desperate attempt to escape. She gained nothing but another scar that lined the fresh one she made previous days.

A few weeks passed, Hellra was blindfolded, and knocked out several times. She woke up to find her self away from Tadath, on their way to Tatooine. Once they landed, Hellra found her self-struggling to stay alive. Gone was the comfort of her room, the warmth of her friends, and the food that graced the dining table at home. She was leveled down to rummaging in her owner's disposal bin sometimes to lessen her hunger. She was humiliated beyond her pride.

Even is she lived in this humiliating conditions, she grew prideful, she refused to listen to her owners, it bought her nothing but beatings. She traveled from owner to owner. A middle class family bought her; they were the nicest of the owners who bought her. Own&a word Hellra came to despise. She had to clean the house, and look after the younglings. To her surprise she loved being with the small toddlers who thought they could change the world. The family valued Hellra above the other slaves for her. They trusted her enough to invite her to the races that were held locally. Hellra was bored with them; if she could do the action, why watch it?
A few weeks later she became a racer, she wasn't exceptionally good, but good enough to be considered as elite. She came to love her owners as a family and made an oath to protect them. An oath she regrets forever.

End part2


Is it okay that im updating this thread with new information the whole time?

 
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Lance Corporal Hellra
-=Lancer Squad=- -=EL=- -=Blue Technical=-
EL/LCPL Hellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]

For the first time in months hope glimmered out to Hellra. She has found a link that might lead her to her biological family, her necklace around her neck was the clue.. It was a sliver cross with a square in the middle it had starnge engravings on it Hellra always thought was just for a decorating, a necklace that was around her neck when she was left on a doorstep; she found a similar looking necklace in a junk shop, though it was made of wood. Hellra asked her owners if this cross was a commonly found symbol, it appeared not be.

A few days after the discovery she woke up in the late night with smoke filling her lungs and burning her eyes. She darted from her bed to the window only to forget it had bars. She escaped by barging her locked door with her shoulder injuring it badly.
She aimed straight for the front door to escape when she passed a room that hasn't been yet cursed by the flames. A strange sight she found.
Two troopers were shooting with their rifles. She followed the aim of the blasters instinctively, only to found to her horror her owners already dead on the floor, the wife, being the last one to fall.

A few seconds passed before rage started to course through unlike she has ever experienced. She saw nothing except the two troopers in front of her. Silently she grabbed the two swords that crossed each other above the family crest on the wall. She studied the blades in split second; they were sharp enough to penetrate the armor. The soldiers seemed to be searching an old chest on the floor in front of them; they were kneeled over it leaving their backs bare and unguarded.
Hellra crept up, ignoring the crackling of the fire over the roof infiltrating the room at last; it covered any sound she made.

She lifted the swords up leveled with her shoulders, pulled backwards to her sides, she ignored the pain in her shoulder. One second she hesitated, but a glance to man and his wife on the floor erased the doubt she had. In a swift move she sunk the swords through their armor. Hellra had to push more, it was difficult to get the swords through. They instantly groaned and fell to the ground. Blood poured from the wounds around the swords. Hellra smirked.

She left them, assured that they are dead. She traveled through the house looking for the family's youngest daughter. She followed the sounds of screaming that could be heard faintly from the hall. She turned to the room. Fear rose in her. The room was alive with fire. It curled and twisted around the primitive objects and pillars made of wood. She jumped through the fire, not caring if she got burned. But it appeared to be in vain. She found the girl screaming out of pain and fright at the fire tongues licking her skin as she laid on the floor. She was already burned beyond recognition.  Hellra knew even if she could put the fire out, it would be of no help. The child will only suffer.

Hellra gasped, and fell on her knees in doubt of what to do. Oxygen refused to breeze through her mouth. Her insides were stone cold, she could only stared at the girl who was screaming for help in her native language. Through the burned and swollen skin, Hellra could still see her eyes; they were filled with prayers and hopes of being released of the fire. Hellra took up the sword she dropped on the floor. The handle burned in her skin but she ignored it. She strode over to the girl. The girl she swore to protect. She raised the sword high above her head. She stared in front of her. The human child's eyes filled with fear and fright, Hellra couldn't detect if the girl was afraid of her or the death that were tugging her life away from her. Hellra closed her eyes; she dropped her arms in a mighty stroke. Blood sprayed over hands indicating the strike was an instant kill, unlike the fire.

Hellra forced her tears away as she stumbled out of the house. She walked a few meters away from the door. She dropped her sword as she sunk to the gravel on ground,  just staring stars above her. She didn't notice the shadow that crept away on all fours away out of the house. How long she laid there seemed unimportant. She has failed.

Hellra opened her eyes. The sun will rise in a few minutes. A hand touched her head. She tried to get up, but her exhausted state left her in a frozen unable to move. She felt someone lifting her up.
"Managed to kill trooper, impressive for someone her age" a smooth voice said
"Wasn't there more Fraze? Asked a rougher voice.
"Yeah, seems she injured the other badly, I found two blood covered sword, and two rifles, why would a trooper leave his rifle?" answered the man named Fraze
"Hmm, yeah, makes sense"
"Damn the troopers for getting here first!" exclaimed the rough voice above her head, Hellra tried to move.
"We can get a other dealer, one loss is nothing"
"What are we doing with the kid?" asked the rough voice again, it seemed Fraze was the leader between them.
"If she could kill a trooper at her age, she would make a fine contribution to us"

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Lance Corporal Hellra
-=Lancer Squad=- -=EL=- -=Blue Technical=-
EL/LCPL Hellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]