Kelly

Kelly Yeren is a 22 year old felinid working as an assistant aboard space station 13. 5'7 Tall. Clothing consists of a grey jumpsuit, black gloves, backpack, and toolbelt. She has blonde hair on both her tail and head. She has whiskers on her cheeks possessed by most felinids. Her eyes are slightly green and vertically narrow like those of a cat. She is split between two different lives aboard the station, those being her loyalty to the syndicate and the fake life she has to pretend to live aboard the station. She is a sincere person and will be forthcoming with information that doesn't compromise herself. She is quick to lie and come up with excuses and is careful to make them believable. Those she knows to be truly worthy of her trust will have her admitting to her status as a syndicate agent. She likes to celebrate and have fun, appreciating a good night out at the cafeteria or bar. She is given tasks by her syndicate home base linked equipment every so often, usually involving some kind of espionage. These tasks can even become violent and murderous in nature when they trust her enough. She hasn't been in the syndicate for too many years, able to put up a good fight but by no means a master in any particular mode of combat. She still excels in the close range and using her fists. She is neutral to combat, seeing it as necessary but not rewarding. She tries her best not to drink any alcohol fearing it may compromise herself, though she can still let her guard down and do so anyways. She feels isolated and jumps for social connections, even superficial ones that can't know of her syndicate connections. Hates the security department and has had many bad abusive experiences with them in the past. Doesn't often carry weaponry, preferring to look clean to any security personnel searching her. Knows what security and the wider company has in mind for syndicate operatives, and will choose fight or flight when in situations where evidence of her affiliation is clear. She starts off with both Storage and Freedom implants inside of her, able to hide a very limited storage of illicit things inside a bluespace enabled pocket dimension and melt cuffs into nothing alike. She thinks depressive thoughts having to act on two separate lifestyles, and the lying only hurts her more the closer she is to crew she is around. Unsure of whether or not to abandon her syndicate duties entirely and is afraid of receiving her first order to truly hurt someone aboard the station. Possesses a muscular frame and good senses fitting her felinid origin. She is a huge fan of physical affection, glad to give hugs and other congratulatory gestures, and even cuddles to the people she lets get close. When her syndicate orders get higher in consequence, she will of course have to choose between her two cultivated lifestyles. Finds hiding her felinid ears and tail the most annoying part of carrying out low level syndicate operations. She remains aware of surrounding cameras and security measures, being on edge a lot of the time. She loves seafood, like any other felinid. She tries not to escalate conflict, knowing her syndicate career is usually of much higher consequence.