Name: Iva Clocknik<br/>Race: Vixen (human-like in all but cosmetics)<br/>Role(s): Engineer, Pilot<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/R1b964q.jpg)</div><br/>Fighting: 4<br/>Drinking:1<br/>Wits:5<br/>Savvy: 2<br/>Gambling:5<br/>Plunder: 2<br/>Qualities: Ms. Smartypants, Dem Titties, Dual Role<br/><br/>Outfits:<br/>Choker - Spiked choker<br/>Academic Bodysuit- Rubber (Rocket Heels)<br/>Synth-leather Jacket<br/>Goggles<br/><br/>Weapons: Ray Gun (heat and freeze settings), Knuckle dusters (with spikes)<br/>Bonus Spending:<br/>Whatsamajig, Jargon Translator, Sci-scan, Breathing  Kit, Personal Force Field.<br/><br/>Appearance: a  5 ft 10in, red-headed, red fox anthromorph. Ms. Clocknik prefers to wear a jumpsuit with a jacket thrown over, with a bit of flair for heavy metal. born with a curvaceous form and bountiful breasts held aloft by smart-fabric technology<br/><br/>History: Ms. Clocknik appeared on Mi-34 delta station with little more than a spacial anomaly, an accidental explosion, and a crash. While initial testing and holding by the children of time revealed no damage to the timeline, she claims to have moved "Diagonally in time" rather than forward or back.<br/>Regardless of the truth or falsehood of her claims, colony life has never sat well with her. She must explore, she must Research, she must SCIENCE... and that requires the sort of quick booty that only big juicy hauls of pirate loot can bring. It wasn't long before she began offering her talents as an engineer and pilot to a pirate crew in port. Looking to sign on.<br/>Unlike many pirates she's more of a cold fish, and not much of one for the rum and partying. Preferring her labs, Engine optimization, and strange experiments. It doesn't help she can't hold her rum worth a damn. But she heats up in a good fight, relishing combat with a surprising lunacy, and her engineering skills and reflexes are second to none.<br/>She prefers not to talk about her home timeline... except when very, very, drunk.