<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/WarriorWomanwithMace-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Pepper Aldritch<br/><strong>Age:</strong>34<br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Beatin' Things Until There Ain't Nothin' Left To Beat<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Anything that can be tied down and made to squeal.<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Power, money, large weapons, small weapons, money, black eyes, broken jaws, fighting, money, explosions, drinking, stealing money, handing out beatings, worthy opponents, foreplay, insults, insulting attempts at foreplay, and money.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Playing by rules, not-drinking, not-fighting, and not-swearing, being poor, being powerless, being hungry, and not being able to hear someone scream out in pain at least once every twenty-four hours.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Pepper is the very definition of obscene, in nearly every aspect of her being.  She is a creature that would seem far more at home in the barbaric ages of Earth's distant past, when it was perfectly normal for human beings to regularly beat the ever loving tar out of each other simply because they could.  Along these lines, she is exceedingly quick to spurn technology in favor of the far more primitive, if occasionally effective, method of hitting things until the problems are solved.  It is a testament to her skill that said problems tend to<em>stay</em>solved after she's given them a good throttling, but her total lack of people skills have made her quite a few enemies over the years.  These tend to be the relatives of the "problems" in question, as they are generally in no condition to be seeking revenge of their own accord.<br/><br/>When not beating people for money or sport, she tends to enjoy unwinding in taverns and drinking things of dubious quality that are known for taking the varnish off furniture or eating holes through wooden floors.  She often boasts at having a cast iron stomach and diamond-infused liver, as her level of inebriation never quite seems to get to lethal levels.  Be that as it may, her raucousness when under the influence of alcohol can be nearly as dangerous as her berserker rage, albeit slightly less likely to get anyone killed.  Usually.<br/><br/>Though she tends to act as a roving mercenary, Pepper is known for joining up on a semi-permanent basis with pirate crews she "deems worthy".  In other words, whomever she believes will get her the most profit in the long run.  Her relationship with captains tends to be somewhat shaky due to dominance issues, but she has never gone so far as to instigate outright mutiny.  Attempting to give her orders is especially tricky, unless worded like "suggestions" of what she should be doing in any situation.  As she seems to have a rather one-track mind when it comes to her job during missions, she is usually free to be let loose and cause mayhem without need for intervention.<br/><br/>In more intimate situations, Pepper is completely adamant in taking charge.  Usually with prodigious amounts of chains.  Strangely enough, she is not in any way the sort to be casual with her flesh; in fact, it is exceedingly rare to see her in anything less than full battle regalia, even when sleeping.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>It is widely known that Pepper has been a member of several now defunct military organizations, most of whom perished in bloody civil wars during colonization disputes in decades past.  Her habit of always choosing the losing side is a matter of some debate; some believe her to be a bad omen for anyone choosing to keep her on their side, while others assume (correctly) that she simply predicted which army would fail and decided to enlist just for the sake of challenging herself.  In those days she was far from being just a bloodthirsty, drunken maniac.  Many fellow veterans react with some measure of disbelief upon hearing of her more recent exploits; though she was always known for her brutality, the woman was always considered both a brilliant tactician and even a somewhat inspirational, if terrifying figure.<br/><br/>What happened to change her in such a way is unknown.  It was during this uncertain period that she lost her right eye and began to obsessively wear her armor.  Her story regarding the ocular injury changes with each telling, and it is likely that all of them are outright fabrications to hide some truth unbearable even to her.  Some glimmer of her former life still clings to her and shines through from time to time, but whatever occurred in the interim was enough to send her completely off the deep end.  For what it's worth the pirate life seems to suit her quite well.  In her mind there is no greater thing than personal power, and the freedom that it provides.  She makes it no secret that she believes herself to be completely above the law and its restrictions, claiming: "Ye want to tie<em>me</em>down with yer bloody codes 'n manifestos?  Ye kin choke on yer own bile!  When there comes a day when any among ye kin stand against me, beat me down ta near death, and teach me what fear means, maybe then I'll consider listenin' ta what ye have ta say.  'Till ye git the balls ta do that, I'll be over here fuckin' each 'n every last one of yer mothers, ye great bloody gits!"