[Sci Fi Character - Ship's Gunner]

Tell friendly, but idiot intolerant.

Wanderlust has recently lured you to other star systems against your family's advice. You plan to show these other life forms just why Drow should be feared; and it's not just because of violent kinks.

Small-framed, even for an Elf, you've found gunnery emplacements to be the one great equalizer in the galaxy.  Much more at home in either a bomber's ball turret or (wo)manning capital ship's gunnery consoles than you ever were doing what was expected of you back home, you'd much rather respond with a volley of plasmatic discharges through the hull of an aggressor than trying to intimidate or negotiate with them on a vid screen.

Bodies getting sucked out into the vacuum of space can be pretty intimidating to the opposing crew, so why waste time trying to get them to surrender through stern looks and threatening words?

And after all, your way is "more fun!"

You're the one they turn to when they want someone off their tail or want to disable another craft without destroying it utterly.  The one problem you seem to have is trying to keep your itchy trigger finger in check.

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Vlonoo's left hand casually brushed hair out of her way as she began pummeling the hell out of a section of the enemy corvette's hull near it's life support systems module. *BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAP*  Another blast from her turreted laser position traced across the hull towards one of the engine nacelles.

"Switching starboard weapons power to Shields."  She swiped an index finger along one of the screens in front of her diverting power she didn't really need at the moment.

The Ops officer on the bridge took advantage of the additional boost to keep the ship's defenses up on the port side facing the enemy craft as it circled left around the enemy ship.  The sensor's array still sparking with ionization from the previous pass.

Screams picked up on the comm unit let her know she'd found a sweet spot.  Firing in bursts in order to keep from overheating the dual Gatling lasers' barrels, Vlonoo shut off the targeting computer and rode the spot manually.  Weakened shields fluctuated in and out of existence before flickering out entirely.  A fiery explosion erupted from a section of the ship which quickly died out in the vacuum.  Moments later, she got a stand down order to cease firing as the enemy craft had finally surrendered.

She sighed, 'Quitters...' then let them have another quick burst across the hull.

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Name: Vlonnolu "VLAWN-new" Teken'ett
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 118
Eyes: Crimson Red
Hair: Bleached Bone White, cut really short and cute!
Height: 4' 7"
Weight: 90 lbs
Measurements: 32B - 20 - 32

CLASS:
Fighter (6)
Sorceress (1)
Arcane Archer (10)

Looking for people to adventure and train with.

WHITES: Adventuring, hunting, exploring, chatting with anyone who'll talk to her.

GREENS: ERP with Males.  

YELLOWS: Possibly open to ERP with shemales, bondage, torture and potty play.  I suppose it depends on how the RP goes.

REDS: Rape, ERP with hermaphrodites and females.  Pregnancy, mutilation, permadeath, vore, godmodding, gore, vomit, dragons, hellspawn...