<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vixhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victrix Starshine, Vix to her friends, Medic and Mercenary<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Meeting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>As always, the very last step to putting on her uniform and preparing for a mission was to tie up her blonde locks with a scarlet ribbon.  Vix was proud of her hair, keeping it long and letting it flow all the way to the small of her back.  Pulling her hair into a tail and making sure it wouldn't get into her eyes or in her way was her own personal method of getting into the mindset for a coming battle.<br/><br/>It wasn't something an outsider would easily notice, but a friend, especially another of Reilly's Rogues, would no doubt pick up on the subtly heightened focus and discipline when she had that ribbon in her hair.<br/><br/>Vix listened as the intelligence was given, soaking in all the information readily, but she was never much for questions.  Too often, questions required a specific plan, a detailed method of attack that someone was considering that would give her an edge via the long-known truth of the relationship between knowledge and power.  Vix tended to focus more upon the healing arts, making sure the other girls were safe and secure.<br/><br/>Even when Vix worried about the girls, or get a little too concerned about risks and damage, she had no question that each of them was exceptionally talented and more than capable enough to get the job done.  Her job was just to make sure that they were okay afterwards.<br/><br/>Some people didn't find the job of medic as rewarding or valorous, but Vix couldn't imagine anything better to do with her life.  Even the task of bringing people to justice never felt as immensely and personally satisfying as knowing that she saved a life.