Mercy Anne Mourne
Human Female

Place of Origin: Tycho City

Height: 6ft 1 (185cm)
Weight: Absolutely non of your business. (But chubbier than most, she is no tactical officer)
Eyes: Blue-grey
Complexion: Pale, often with
Hair: Ashy brown. When loose it falls in messy waves, however she often wears it pinned up to keep it out of her way as she works.

Mercy carries herself with a generally cheerful and optimistic demeanour. Her natural curiosity lends itself well to her chosen path as a research assistant. Her open attitude might fool you into thinking she sees everyone as a close friend, however you will know Mercy considers you a confident when she feels comfortable enough to trade jabs and let out some of the other thought she usually pushes aside.

Mercy was born and raised in Tycho City. She never really had to work particularly hard at school. At least until she got to the Academy. Once there she faced her first true crisis of performance. As someone who is naturally chubby and clumsy she came close to failing due to a lack of credits in some of the more physically demanding tracks. Luckily she was a decent enough shot with a phaser, that she just managed to scrape by. Since graduating from the academy she has worked in various research and administrative roles, and while they pay the bills, she’s itching for a chance to explore the galaxy. One thing she does love about these back office projects, is there is rarely anyone to get on her case about being in the correct uniform. As long as the paperwork is filed on time, the Command rarely even make eye contact.

Various posts as an administrator and research assistant.
TBC