Lylith

Alt of Joyeus

"We've been ambushed by bandits, gone through half our ammo, waded through mucknarrowly avoided being eaten by Skagzilla and now we're outta fuel... Who wants a drink?

Name: Lylith Cashlin

Age: 24.

Species: Human

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 158 lb

Appearance: When seen from afar, Lylith might appear to be a bandit of the wastelands, armed and ready to dish out death unless an innocent victim hands over what she demands. In reality though, she is little more than a lone wanderer in need of some self-defence capability. Of course, on Pandora self-defence tends to mean quite abit more than just your fists and a few kung-fu tricks.

Like many of those venturing through the wastes, Lylith is dressed for the contrasting conditions which day and night bring with a cut down khaki jacket covering a faded crimson vest and full length trousers with her holster strapped on. The vest complements Lylith’s red hair rather well, while allowing her to, shall we say ‘distract’ certain rather stingy traders when it comes to bargaining.

One of the more unusual aspects of Lylith’s appearance is the series of asymmetrical tattoos running down the left side of her body from the bottom of her neck right down to her ankles. The tattoos have aroused more than a few comments from those who got the wrong impression of just how she acquired the azure markings across her body.

Personality: Coming directly from a civilised society such as that upon Earth or Prometheus to a rather less organised one such as the planet of Pandora can be quite an experience if you survive it. The problem for many such as Lylith was simply the process of adapting. The physical elements of survival will be ingrained by need or prior preparation, the mental ones though…

While some situations might have rather simple solutions, such as the dilemma of a crazed lunatic with an axe, others are rather more complex like the etiquette of a small settlement where the head woman wants a few things done in order to earn your keep. Does that mean one has to scramble around doing every job set to them? Which are the bogus jobs? It isn’t an easy thing for a relatively nice girl (save for the obsession with a certain vault) from Prometheus to get used to. Time allowed her to adapt though, filter out the scuttlebutt from the actual jobs and settle into society. Of course, outsiders tend to say that staying on Pandora knocks a few screws lose... Does it? You be the judge.