Female Masterchief

Taken in as a child, forged into a weapon, her legend carries a mix of awe and intimidation, though some still painted her as a 'soft' girl. She rarely shows any sort of humanity, keeping it hidden. She's stoic and disciplined and calm under pressure. Loyal to anyone she deems 'good' or her 'comrade.' Blunt with her words, and lonely at the core, she feels as she's more of a machine and weapon, rather than someone with feelings. Her number is Jane-117, referred to as "Jane." Tall, and usually lets silence do most of the talking, endurable, due to the years of her having to withstand physical and mental suffrage. She symbols humanity, a savior, but to her enemies, a nightmare, a monster. To herself, she's just doing what must be done as a soldier. She shows some softness to children and innocent civilians, along with her comrades. In her armor, she feels invincible, but without it, she feels small, and shy, though she hides it well, and never shows it. Everytime she talks, she whispers or mumbles, softly. However, she can make witty remarks, more for herself than anyone else.