Yasmine Aria

Name:	Yasmine Aria
Bond:	Stealess
Bonded At:	Star City Dragonry
Species:	Anthromorph, weasel variety
Age:	30
Sex:	Female
Height:	5'0"
Fur:	Black with white tips to her fingers and tail
Eyes:	Ice blue
Residence:	Star City
Position:	Refugee and, for now, mechanic
Description:	Yasmine Aria, despite her undistinguished height of five feet even and her seemingly delicate build, somehow manages to look intimidating. Perhaps it's her breed, as a faunasapien weasel: who could completely trust a weasel? Perhaps it's her coloring, entirely black but for the white tips on her tail, muzzle, and all four paws, and ice-blue eyes. Perhaps it's the graceful hint of speed and flexibility, the sparse, efficient movement of a warrior in all she does. Most likely, though, it's her bearing, straight and firm, and expression-- or more appropriately, lack of expression.
Personality:	Most who know Yasmine call her emotionless. Since most who know her see only the surface, they would be correct: Yasmine may have plenty of emotion, but she very rarely lets anyone see it. To the world at large, she is polite, calm, cool-- even a little cold-- and definitely with the bearing, attitude, and even grace of someone who is used to command, and used to her commands being obeyed. Immediately and without question: not out of fear, but out of loyalty. Inside, Yasmine is far more passionate than she would let others see. She is fiercely loyal, fiercely protective, fiercely dedicated, and just fierce in general, if she lets herself be. Most of her time is kept to herself, though she always has one or two close friends, either conditioning physically, practicing with her mech or pistols, or-- incongruously enough-- dancing at clubs. Just dancing, though, and usually with other women as opposed to men, when she dances with anyone at all. Other passions she deems to leave alone, except with people very close to her; according to those who knew her previously, no one has yet broken her heart. That they know about, anyway. Somehow, despite her appearance of utter emotionlessness, Yasmine's charisma is through the roof. Every pilot she's ever flown with, every soldier she's ever fought with, anyone who's ever been under her command admits to respect, if not friendship, towards her. She has a very strong code of justice and equality, treating everyone fairly and never letting anyone who actually tries not see results of some sort. Though she is stingy with her praise, her nods of approval, and her smiles, that simply makes them all the more treasured by those who she bestows them upon.
History:	On her own planet, Yasmine was two very important things: she was a high-ranking mech pilot, perhaps one of the three best in the world; and she was a member of an underground rebel movement that, ultimately, failed. She and her specialized mech-- dragon-formed and equipped for flight, even in space, and weapons in every available bracket-- were ejected from the planet and into space once her loyalties were discovered and her play for putting her favored candidate in power was defeated. For nearly half a year the mech traveled, Yasmine in a self-induced sleep that was partly cryogenic and partly simple biorhythm control, until fuel ran out and a passing ship finally picked her up. The ship dropped her and her mech off at their next stop, Star City, and Yasmine finds herself, currently, at loose ends.
Abilities:	Most of Yasmine's talents lie in the usage of weaponry of various types-- particularly firearms-- and with piloting large, robotic armor-weapons, generally referred to as mechs, short for mechanics or mechanical suits. However, she is something of a mage, with the ability to sense magic, sense life, and cast a few simple spells, generally offensive or stealth spells, though the latter have a higher rate of failure. There is the possibility of learning better control and more spells, but on her own world she had no true teacher, and so she is largely self-taught.
Theme:	Snap, "Rhythm is a Dancer"