Name: Penelope "Peanut" Butters
Gender: Female
Age: 63
Bio: Penelope, or Peanut, as everyone she dislikes (they dislike her, too, you see, hence the choice of appellation) calls her, is a tall, gangly woman with close-cropped, curly gray hair and a heavily wrinkled face. She mostly seems highly (some would say overly) confident, and tends to have a standard attitude of contempt toward both her superiors and her inferiors. Her equals she tends to ignore. In life she seeks conflict, adventure and glory, and she doesn't let such things as horrible impracticality get in the way. She loves to get her way more than anything, and tends to blame her inferiors first, her superiors next when things don't work out. She is a loose cannon, to put it simply, and she is fascinated by aliens to a level that any who have gotten to know her find more than somewhat off-putting.
As one may surmise from the general overview of her personality, Penelope has hardly had a reputation for extreme competence in her life. Over her lifelong military career, she has only reached the rank of Captain by luck and her superiors' wish to kick her as far upstairs as their self-respect will allow. She was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel once, but then a series of fiascoes put an end to that rather quickly, and she was quickly demoted back to Captain again. Now her talents are put to use in this latest suicide mission, which very much suits her tastes to a T, and suits her superiors' wish to kill her off just as well. Now she's been given as small a complement of troops to tyrannize as Command could manage just two years before her scheduled retirement, and they hope things will resolve themselves from there on in.
Specialization: close quarters combat.
Weapon: dagger!
Good Trait: Determined, Tough, Courageous, Highly Murderous.
Bad Trait: Impulsive, Insubordinate, Mean-Spirited, Disturbing
Alien Fetish.
Captain: Yes!