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[b]Name[/b]
Siobhan of Connacht

[b]Age[/b]
16

[b]Nation[/b]
Commonwealth of Britannia

[b]Rank[/b]
Corporal

[b]Striker Unit[/b]
A15 Crusader Unit

[b]Weapon[/b]
3-inch Howitzer, held two-handed and slung low. It is a short ranged weapon, firing mainly HE shells, although Siobhan does keep a stock of specialist munitions to hand, such as smoke and hand-crafted flechette rounds.
Webley Revolver on a lanyard; used more as a gesture of defiance than a viable weapon.

[b]Magical Ability[/b]
Sheer bulldog tenacity given form, Siobhan's brand of personal magic allows her to shrug off extreme pain and injury for a short time, allowing her to take tremendous amounts of abuse and still keep fighting.
Of course, once the battle is over she might just faint when all that pain comes flooding back.

[b]Animal Familiar[/b]
Wolverine

[b]Personality[/b]
Siobhan puts a heavy emphasis on duty and discipline when on duty, often to the point of withholding her opinions so as not to disrupt the unit. That said, she is capable of initiative and her own tactics, while traditional, are undoubtedly effective. She tends to be very polite while on duty, putting on her best upper-class Britannian accent. Once she makes contact with the enemy however, her blood starts to boil and Siobhan reverts to a more guttural form of communication; it's amazing how colourful a sixteen year old girl's language can be if she's grown up with squaddies.

Despite or perhaps because of her emphasis on discipline, if she is pushed beyond a certain threshold, Siobhan will utterly lose it; on the battlefield this can be either a moment of tide-turning brilliance or self-destructive idiot rage. When off duty Siobhan is easy going and friendly, cheekily sarcastic if she can get away with it. While she will gel well with anyone of enlisted rank, Siobhan has a strict mental block when it comes to officers; they are [i]always[/i] sir or ma'am and will always be treated as such. With her close range weapons and the excellent protection afforded by the A15 Crusader Unit, Siobhan is most at home in the thick of the fighting, taking the Neuroi head on at point-blank range to allow other squadmates a chance to blindside them.

[b]Bio/History[/b]
Born the illegitimate daughter of the Earl Caern of Connacht, Siobhan was shipped off at an early age to a military boarding school on the Britannian mainland. Her life was difficult but disciplined and she thrived on the challenges of military life, developing a fierce loyalty toward the Crown and her fellow soldiers. When her magical aptitude was discovered, Siobhan was transferred to the Army to serve as support for a Land Witch unit based on the south coast; here she served for a year in a logistical role, hauling ammunition and such. While others may have thought such work to be overly pedestrian, perhaps even beneath them, Siobhan took a quiet sense of pride in serving in the background. A short while after her sixteenth birthday, she was transferred to a new unit, the 509th Joint Strike Wing; she assumed it was simply to be another logistics job but her newly issued Striker Unit had something her earlier kit did not... [i]guns.[/i]
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/sigh... I shouldn't try to write a CS at half one in the morning >>;
I'll finish this tomorrow.