Elanil Saedaris
Science is My Lady
Elanil Saedaris
FACTION: Kaeshana Confederation
RANK: Unconventional Weapons Scientist
SPECIES: Eldorai
AGE: 127
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 162 lbs
EYES: Blue-Green
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Pale Ivory
FORCE SENSITIVE: No, much to my surprise the galaxy did not deem me worthy of such.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
- General witchy personality to anyone and everyone. She's yet to meet someone she actually likes
- Brutally honest to the point, one of these days someone will deck her for it.
- Incredibly cranky (witchy) with folks she considers to be less intellectually gifted than she, which is ninety-eight percent of the general populous of the galaxy in her eyes, and isn't afraid to say so.
- If it involves fighting for her life, and close quarters combat, any situation where she can't high tail it to the door, chances are she'll be the first one on the floor
- Lacks common sense
- No force powers
- Has a wee bit of a complex, needing to prove herself better than those with fancy voodoo powers
- Racial weaknesses: High metabolism and pain threshold is far lower than that of humans
+/- Eidetic memory: Both a plus and a minus, having a flawless memory is both a gift and a curse. After all there are simply things in life that all of us would want to forget.
+ Far greater Intellect than the average being in the galaxy.
+ Science is her life. If it's got something to do with any of the hard sciences, she knows it inside and out. As well as most of the biological sciences.
+ Redhead: Need I say more?
+ Racial Strengths: Longer life span, immunity to many diseases, as well as greater agility/reflexes
APPEARANCE: Long redhair, extremely fair skin. Slender and taller than the majority of humans. Blue green eyes, and a penchant for simple yet elegant clothing
BIOGRAPHY:
-Journal of Elanil Saedaris-
-molecular disruption experiment - test 479 - failed - Reason for failure: Blew up in my face.
Yes, that would be the reason for failure, freaking blew up -in -my -face. I now know exactly what velocity an object must reach to break safety glass. Things I did not need to know before the most reasonable hour of 0900, number four million nine hundred thirty-eight thousand seven hundred twenty-three.
They say even failures are still results. I call BS on that. A failure is a bloody failure and a waste of time as well as resources. What have I been doing for the last two years? Why did I even get into this field to begin with? Oh, right, because I'm not one of the freaking sacred force users. Nooooo, I couldn't be born with that gift that my people seem to inclined to worship, to call sacred. I'm a blessed woman with superior intellect, you'd think I'd be special enough for that gift. But I'm not, I'm just me. And I have to live with that simple undeniable fact.
I have seven masters degrees, and two PhD's. And a whole lot of useless knowledge thus far in my lifetime. How exactly I got into unconventional weapons? That a bit of a complex story. I actually started in theoretical physics, but that got rather dull after a few decades. So I transitioned into experimental physics, but even that wasn't enough to hold my interest for more than ten years. Once I realized that the bounds of science truly were being pushed on a daily basis in weaponry, well ... conventional weapons held my interest for a little while, then it was only natural to shift into less conventional weaponry as I progressed in my field. A few more degrees were stacked on, and it seems that for the time being, unconventional weapons have held my interest far longer than any other subject. Fifty-three years in unconventional weapons... a new record for me sticking in one field. Theoretical Physics got thirty years of my life... So maybe, just maybe I've found exactly what I was meant to do in this Universe.
Maybe.
SHIP: This thing, called public transit. As horrific as it is, some of us weren't born with wings, so we make do. I may have been gifted in the intellect department, flying and I do not mix.
KILLS: Really? Most beings seem keen to handle this without my intervention. Not worth my time. I'm sure it's in someone else's job description, certainly not mine. I just make the weapons, you lot figures out what to do with them.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: Seriously? You truly believe I'd stoop to such a low level? Leave that to underlings who can't fathom the great importance of scientific discovery. The less than gifted who can't even pass a most basic physics course. Yes, this type of work is for tailor-made them. The not so noble art of bounty hunting. I personally wouldn't be caught dead doing such a thing. No, thank you.
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