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Description
Name: Chell Bonnefoy

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Class: Cook

Upgrades: None*

Gems: None*

Personality: Chell is odd. This creature is motherly, kind of slow, fun, and angered easily. She has a short memory and seem's to look un-caring at times. The Reacture often hum's/sings along to songs she hears on the radio from earth and will talk to herself aloud.

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Family: Luciano- Son, *i dont know a plot line for him so he probably left the ship or something*. Nick- Brother-in-law. Lime- Sister.

*there's probably more im actually forgetting but those are the main*

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RP-Example

A cold shiver of uneasiness ran over the small creatures spine, making her shudder and shake her head to try and dispel it. "Why am I so worried? Did I forget anything...no I don't think so. Maybe I'm just nervous?" Chell kept asking questions addressed to no one inarticulate aloud, wing's twitching at their spots- curled up neatly at her sides. Even though she kept reassuring herself after a question, she couldn't get rid of the sickening feeling in her stomach that something was wrong. What was it?

Description
Name: Chell Bonnefoy

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Class: Cook

Upgrades: None*

Gems: None*

Personality: Chell is odd. This creature is motherly, kind of slow, fun, and angered easily. She has a short memory and seem's to look un-caring at times. The Reacture often hum's/sings along to songs she hears on the radio from earth and will talk to herself aloud.

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Family: Luciano- Son, *i dont know a plot line for him so he probably left the ship or something*. Nick- Brother-in-law. Lime- Sister.

*there's probably more im actually forgetting but those are the main*

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RP-Example

A cold shiver of uneasiness ran over the small creatures spine, making her shudder and shake her head to try and dispel it. "Why am I so worried? Did I forget anything...no I don't think so. Maybe I'm just nervous?" Chell kept asking questions addressed to no one inarticulate aloud, wing's twitching at their spots- curled up neatly at her sides. Even though she kept reassuring herself after a question, she couldn't get rid of the sickening feeling in her stomach that something was wrong. What was it?