Name: Lillian
Service Tag: 182
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 6'1
Colour: Light Blue
Personality: Lily is very thoughtful and intelligent, and is able to think quickly on the fly. She is a very logical and strategic person, and is always one to trust calculations over instinct, which can at times make her a liability to others.
Level/Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Background: Lillian had always been considered "different" on her home planet Sigma Octanus 4. She was shy but smart, and the other children seemed to shun her because of her intelligence. Lily always made high marks on tests and assignments- especially history. She loved going back over though ancient wars and conflicts, watching how history seemed to repeat itself. Lillian's light blue eyes are always observing- from obvious to quite vague. She can point out things even the teachers don't seem to catch.
The other children at her schooling facility played grav-ball or wrestled during recess, some partake in games that they made up themselves with intricate rules and regulations. Lillian sometimes watched them, and on rare occasions played. Some days, they kicked her out because she was too good at the game. Tag, for instance. She was quick, able to jump out of the way before the child who was "It" could even reach out to her. Most days, she just read or studied.
Skill Assessment
Sample Post:Spartan 182 brought up her assault rifle again, taking immediate aim in the direction of a group of twelve grunts. She went through two clips just bringing down their shields, which crackled and shimmered slowly out of existence. Lillian fired in the same place each time- the neck, a temple, between the eyes. Soon, all twelve were crumpled in the dirt before her, gushing black alien blood.
Lillian then turned and looked toward the pelican. Master Chief had told them to rendezvous there at exactly 1700 hours. It was 1630, and Lily's path was all in the clear. Checking her heads-up display, she noticed one flaw in her plan. The motion detectors picked up one large object. Glancing to her immediate left, Spartan 182 found the source. An Elite. Quickly opening up a COM channel, she spoke to any surrounding Spartan.
"I have an Elite in close range of the rendezvous point, seemingly on a mission to the pending Pelican. Any available Spartan to rally point ASAP." She said calmly, cutting the connection without waiting for a response. She crouched, thinking of how to approach the situation. The Elite was armored and shielded, but most heavily on the front. There were small chinks in the back- crags left from previous battle. One well-placed bullet could take him out easily. Bringing up her rifle, Lillian took aim. She was one of the best snipers there was on the ground op force, which is what most likely got her the CPO position.
Lily's MJLONIR suit automatically sighted in with her rifle, dialing in with her cross hairs on the crack in the Elite's armor. She had to move the rifle in time with the Elite's gait. Exhaling slowly, she pulled the trigger. The gun coughed and the Elite fell to it's knees, coughing up black blood as it went down. It kissed the dirt, twitched, and ceased to move. Lily smiled in victory as the butt of a plasma gun cracked over the back of her helmet and she collapsed, seeing nothing but darkness.
Subject: Spartan 182 bio 
Thu Nov 11, 2010 8:33 pm
