Damaris Vordane

 Growing up hearing tales of battles on distant worlds, Damaris has never wanted anything other than to be a soldier. However, the idealism and the romance of wanting to protect the Republic she loves has long since worn off, leaving the woman who now prefers to be addressed by her surname or not at all a bit bitter and a little broken. She still bears the scar of one of her first encounters with the Empire, a constant reminder to never let such things get to her head again. Although her love for the Republic remains, she's certainly colder than she once was.

 No one would guess that once upon a time, Damaris Vordane was a bright idealistic woman, ever armed with a smile for those closest to her. Nowadays, however, she comes across as rather emotionless. The only emotions to ever grace her face nowadays are small expressions of pain, fear, sorrow, etc.. She prefers to keep the more extreme emotions well-guarded, if only because she's convinced she'll get hurt if she does.

 As a result, Damaris has a reputation for being a hard woman and bit of a perfectionist. Things must get done when they're expected, as close to regulation as humanly possible, and anything less is unacceptable. No incomplete reports for her, thank you. Some might say that she takes her role as a soldier of the Republic a bit too seriously, and that's probably true, but the way she sees it, there's no room for error. Certain things must be held to a certain standard and heaven help you if you deviate from that standard.

 All that aside, however, Damaris is very protective of those she considers to be her own, whether she likes them or not. Regulations and thoughts of her own personal safety immediately get thrown out the window the moment this should happen, more so with those she considers friends, and she will go out of her way to make the offending party's life a living hell.

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