<div align="center"><strong>Aliens - Hadley's Hope Character</strong></div><br/><br/>(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3FRxLxcMyE/TgxbEuLnYpI/AAAAAAAABUs/d7Hl1B8VI-0/s1600/Linda+Hamilton+7.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jessica Cameron<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong> Appearance</strong></div><br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Brunette<br/><strong>Eyes: </strong>Brown<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Fair, white<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>130 lbs<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'6<br/><strong>Other:</strong>None<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Information:</strong></div><br/><strong>Colony Job:</strong>Head Security Officer<br/><br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Tough as nails and rough around the edges.  Refuses to take anything but respect from those around her- male or female, the tiny ones or the giants.  Straightforward and harsh to a brutal extent which causes her to have problems relating to people.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Jessica's had a rough life between a mother that left her at three days and being raised by a military father who truly wanted a son.  Not that the little fact of her being cockless made her father treat her any different than he would have a son.  She was raised with guns and she could clean, maintain, and fire any weapon known to man.  The military control that had ruled her life had sent her towards the marines and lead her to kill with the pull of a trigger or the slash of a weapon quickly and efficiently.  Jessica had been at the top until she had killed the wrong general's son and they put her as far away as they could to hide their fallen star.  It did not matter that they had assigned her the mark, the politics were all that mattered.  And here on LV-426, where she played "security" with machine-heads and environmental thinkers... She had began to go soft within the first couple of months, in the lighter gravity and the lack of activity.  The worse security problem that had been dealt with so far were the younger of the generation that was here moving around in the vents to rut between shifts.  She had manage to hone her unpleasant disposition while become a shell of the person she had been as her skills slowly degraded due to non use.