KAITLYN ĐÀO
⟁ 28 ⟁ ♀️ ⟁ Human ⟁ Adept
A P P E A R A N C E
PLACEHOLDER
B A C K G R O U N D
Child of a young single mother and given up for adoption
passed around from foster home to foster home, never settling down for more than a year with one family
displayed exceptional powerful biotic ability from an early age and other kids bullied her for it, even some of her foster care takers treated her with suspicion
joined the Alliance military as soon as she was able and showed a natural talent
she mastered each lesson one right after the other with seemingly no effort, much to the jealousy of her fellow cadets
assuming she was cheating somehow, her peers ostracized her and excluded her in every way they possibly could
all of those years of isolation and mistreatment along with never being able to form any sort of meaningful personal attachments culminated in a deep distrust of other people both human and not so
this lack of trust fuels her desire to be in combat as it is the only place where she feels she can trust someone else, purely because they have to trust her and she them or they might not live to regret it
even on the rare occasion someone tries to reach out, she makes a concerted effort to push them away
now in her late 20's she finds it easier to navigate a battlefield than the perils of small talk
S K I L L S
PLACEHOLDER
E Q U I P M E N T
big ass handgun like a Carnifex or something idfk its 3:30 am
A B I L I T I E S
Singularity
Pull
Throw
Shockwave
PSYCH PROFILET R A I T S
Dependable
Diligent
Determined
Withdrawn
Cold
Untrusting
V I C E S
Cigar Smoking
She had a stint with more serious drugs back in the day and, after finding they inhibited her combat performance, chose a sort of middle road. Plus she's figured out how to use her biotics to enhance the tobacco buzz which helps her zone out and relax despite her life not being in imminent danger.
H A U N T
The deepest bowels of the engine room is where she stakes her claim. Her "quarters" are about as sparse as can be and only appear to be lived in due to the hammock strung between two pipes. She keeps a yoga mat rolled up in one corner when not in use as well a small, portable workbench complete with tools she uses to tinker with her small assortment of pistols.
Kaitlyn leaves only a few times a day for things such as bathroom activities, to get food (which she promptly brings back down to her hidey hole to eat), or when called by an officer. She even makes a point of waiting to shower long after everyone else on the ship has gone to bunk just to avoid that little bit of social interaction.
D R I V E
PLACEHOLDER