NAME
Voss, Avenclay L.
AGE
28 Years
GENDER
Female (she/they)
ORIENTATION
Asexual Biromantic

PLACE OF ORIGIN
R-001 [Earth]

ASSOCIATIONS
C-CWE-093 [Ruinen]
C-X-080 [Verdant]

CAPABILITIES . . .

PRIMARY CLASS
Scout
sniper       +1 STR
SECONDARY CLASS
Intelligence
field communications

EQUIPMENT & WEAPONRY

Sniper Rifle: An old, sturdy gun previously owned by her aunt. Clay prefers this over any other weapon.
Field Radio: A compact, blocky device ready to deploy for widespread field communications.
Dirt Bike: It's seen more sand than actual dirt. Well cared for despite being on its last legs.

  • Marker + Notepad

  • Lighter

  • Tape

  • Multi-tool

  • Foil Blanket

30 HP

TRAITS

Server Disconnect [STR] - When in combat this Intel officer gets a +2 to offensive rolls resulting in -1 HP for every turn this trait is used.

Multitasker [STR][INT][PER]- +1 to physical action roll AND +1 to digital action roll. This intelligence officer can do one action roll AND an additional digital action roll in the one post.I.e. shoot a gun and enter the door code/ run while hacking with a hand held device/ dodge and disarm a door’s bioscanner.

ADDITIONAL SKILLS

  • Adept hacker, has experience infiltrating martian security systems (Modron raid) and fighting off malware.

  • Internal targeting systems sync up with her rifle to plot what is often (hopefully) an accurate shot.

  • Previous history of driving multiple types of vehicles, from single-rider dirtbikes to cargo trucks.

  • Radio operation has always been a bit easy, as years of using it on the road have her habitually quick to handle anything involving it. There's no fumbling around when she's got someone on the end of the line.

PHYSICAL PROFILE . . .

HEIGHT
6’2; 188cm
WEIGHT
152lbs; 68kg
BLOOD TYPE
A-

art @roomba

APPEARANCE

A sturdy, nimble woman. Tends to put tangled brown hair in a half-ponytail/bun. Various freckles and shrapnel + burn scarring around arms and back. Generally dresses in several layers with a protective vest and gloves. She has a curious eye and often hunches her shoulders around others.

PSYCHOLOGICAL NOTES

  • Exhibits generalized and social anxiety disorder

  • Shows signs of CPTSD and overall fear towards perceived abandonment

  • Possible insomnia.

  • ADHD/Autistic

art @ponsibonsi

MEDICAL NOTES

  • Prosthetic forearm (R)

  • Prosthetic forearm (L)

  • Cybernetic eye (R)

  • Significant cybernetic augments to brain.

  • Burn scars along arms, hip (L), thigh (L), and back

  • Various shrapnel scarring

PERSONALITY . . .

LIKES

  • Greenery/flowers

  • Lullabies

  • Dark spaces

  • Thunderstorms

  • Bike racing

  • Spicy food

  • Stickers

“It is, how they say, like falling off a log? Yes?”

DISLIKES

  • Scratchy textures

  • Strong scents

  • Being left out of the loop

  • Fire

  • Large groups

  • Sand dunes

  • Coffee

FIRST IMPRESSIONS
A gentle face in the crowd marked with determination, Avenclay orbits people like a rogue comet caught by their gravity, fascinated but shy. She’s calm, and tries to be funny, and is always willing to offer a helping hand.

Avenclay is a friendly individual, eager to bring new people into her fold. She’s clever, a keen eye that likes to observe others with great curiosity - what do they do? What are their lives like? The focus is rarely on herself, and she’s just fine with that. They don’t need her anxieties. Life isn’t about her wants, her hopes or fears, it’s about surviving. And Avenclay is awfully good at that.Being on the move for most of her years, she’s unused to many recurring faces. She does her best to leave everyone she meets with an at-least-okay impression of her. She likes to help! And hopes to be considered good at her work, perhaps even an asset. Being useful, being wanted, is worth everything to her. It’s something she does, a bit unhealthily, hinge herself upon.She’s sought a duty of care to those around her. Being there for others - it means a lot to her. Clay wants her friends happy and healthy. Still, she can be…awkward. Avenclay’s comfort zone isn’t a big battlefield or a busy mess hall. She doesn’t know how to handle the sudden expansion of her social circle. Crooked smiles and nervous gazes are common around crowds. In her confusion, she is easy to trip up and embarrass. But Clay can roll with the punches. She can laugh it off and make her halfhearted, teasing challenges in return. Her anger is reserved for the rare occasion or two (or the field), as cold and blank as that anger is (it looks more like grief, some days).All of this is to say that, while Avenclay might not be the sharpest, or the bravest, she works hard and wouldn’t hesitate to put herself on the line for her allies. She learned a long time ago that kindness given does not beget kindness returned. And she doesn’t need it to be returned to make it worthwhile.

INTERESTING FACTS

  • Speaks ASL, English, various short-sign, and a tiny bit of German.

  • Voice is always a bit faint.

  • Her love of stickers came from her kid. Enjoys the motivational and star-shaped ones.

  • Can cook pretty well! Has too many snacks on hand.

"Uhm...how can I help?"

  • Her hands have little blue "bean" pads for finger grippies. She likes to see what they stick to.

  • Usually sleeps curled up in a ball with her arms tangled in a sheet.

  • She has a cat. His name is Vandal. He has a little harness that says "pest control" on it.

HISTORY . . .

"Life is uhm...fast. And brutal. It is hard to remember anything beyond that, when you are- or...were. Hm. Expendable? Is the word? But I think it can still be beautiful, in the moment. It is easier to see that at Salus. That’s got to count for something."

TL;DR

Avenclay originated from a group that escorted supply vehicles between different settlements. She was raised to manage communications within the convoy and later fell into sharpshooting. Severely injured during an attack on a supply route in her 20s, Clay went to Vulcan to recover with her kid (Elowen) and the survivors of the attack, suffering the loss of most of her family. She healed up with new prosthetics and a sharper look on life, and later left Vulcan. Not long after, she met up with a few traders who were on their way to Salus. Five years have passed since, and Avenclay has spent that time at Salus determined to work for her place in their ranks.

EVENT TRACKER...

  • Will fill these out as I re-review them.

 

S1:EV1 RETRIEVE THE LOST

S1: SALUS GRAND PRIX

S1:EV2 ONCE UPON A TEMPEST NIGHT

S1: GOODYEAR

S1: A NOMAD'S REQUIEM

S1:EV3 INTO THE MAW

S2:EV1 THE FLAME

S2: BEYOND THE MASKS

S2:EV3 DRY LAND

Preferred Name: Mystic
Pronouns: she/theyDiscord ID: mystikatzen
Media ID: mystikatzen @ thFun facts: Hi! I really like cats and nature documentaries.

RP Style Preferences: Para/semi-para (lit/semi-lit) + hc; script okTriggers: Child death
General Upsets: I have thalassophobia but it is manageable in writing format.

CHANGELOG

2025 edits

  • Minor tweaks to personality

  • Stats and traits updated

  • Image @Ponsi added to physical description

  • Additional Skills rewritten

  • Minor tweaks and rewriting of history [no plots/arcs changed]

  • Event tracker added (list only)

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE . . .

Scenario Two: ReassignmentSalus was big (and the sky was blue, of course Salus was big-) and Avenclay, decidedly, had made a vow to avoid the mechanics workshop on pain of death. Which she was breaking. Getting poked and prodded around her tech wasn’t fun, per se, but she figured this would be quick. In, find Benji, get out.“You okay?” She winced as Benji slid out from under the machine, taking a half-step forward and pausing to listen. When he got past the words watch tower, she hummed a note of agreement. Running around hadn’t been all that fun. She didn’t mind much, though. Benji always had his reasons and- yeah. There they were. Clay gave him a crooked smile at that, leaning slightly to the side to look at the sheet of paper. Another mission, huh.“Well,” she started, eyes glancing between him and the paper, “Sure, I guess. ‘s not a problem.” Vehicles - she knew vehicles. She could do this, right? She wasn’t even a mechanic though. Avenclay made a tiny hnhnn sound of pain as she went to actually read the task lis-Oh.Testing. She could do testing.With…Darien. Following his shriek of dismay, Clay couldn’t help but echo her own with a soft “well, shit,” and. And Benji was back to work. Okay. She sucked in a deep breath, metal nails poking holes in the paper, and made her way through the room. Shakily. “Dariennnn, bud, hey- so. Please don’t throw that wrench at me, first. I will uh.” She paused, head tilting sharply to the side as she thought. “I will not do Stupid Things. That works, yes? Just- just. Tell me what to test and not break. And then I can…go. Yeah?”