The Basics
Name || Lemon Maxwell Jankins
Nicknames || Lemon, Jankins, Psych, Ventrat
Age || 27
Birthday || February 10th
Species || Modified Human, 'Genetically Engineered Catgirl^tm'
Gender || Female, doesn't matter to them.
Alignment/Faction || Chaotic Neutral, Mercenaries
Sexuality || bi, "doesn't have time for that"


The Appearance
Face Claim || N/A
Height & Weight || 4'9", ~90lbs.
Identifying Features || Purple hair, ears, tail, and body/limb markings, otherwise pale skin and Green eyes with vertically oblong pupils.
Overall || Lemon Jankins is a short but athletically built woman, lithe, with almost no body fat at all the only bulk present is muscle that's usually covered up by sweaters or combat suits. Her "Business Suit" is a full tactical rig with a basic exoskeleton and some chromatic armour plating over a thermally controlled bodysuit. Her "Casual attire" is baggy jackets and pants ideal for hiding several knives and trusty pistol, usually with a hood pulled up. In general, her face has four moods, the focused "on the job", a tired and haunted deadpan stare, the manic/"I'm putting effort into socialization and appearing animated", and "inebriated". Otherwise fairly typical of what one might expect with the phrase "genetically engineered catgirl".


The Personality
Personal Strengths || "I've seen some shit, you get used to it", Generally amicable and able to work with others, adaptable and self-aware
Personal Weaknesses || Psychological addiction, paranoid about personal safety 'off the job', has difficulties with civilian life and genuine relationships outside a professional setting.
Goals || Safety, money (for drugs and maybe a therapist), mastery of self and powers, and maybe meeting some half-decent folks.
Fears || Death, loss of control, the past, doctors, deep water
Overall || Lemon is a survivor focused on avoiding the past and many of the problems it brings. They have dealt with several trials to get where they are now, and just want to move on (if possible). On the job they are usually crisp and professional, at least until the stress gets to them and cracks form. Off the job they're usually trying to find their next fix, fortifying whatever hideout they're staying at for the time, or looking for another job, rarely do they allow themselves to really relax. When they do take the chance to relax, they often turn to music and drink, whether in their death-trap 'nest', or a bar/dinner/inn that they've staked out long enough to be confident visiting.
                Aside from the significant mental problems, they're an adaptable individual with a sharp intellect. They prefer either solitude or crowds, either blissful silence or everyone's thoughts melting into white noise. When not inebriated, they intentionally keep themselves from answering questions until they are asked out loud, and same goes for making sure to avoid sending out thoughts when paying attention. The usage of certain psychotropics help them with controlling their abilities, and near constant use has left them addicted to the sensation, withdrawal is purely psychological but still to be avoided if viable.
                They originally thought that their power manifestations were the result of ghosts, and still tend to use such terminology since it'll just have them dismissed as a weirdo rather than suspected.


The History
Family Information || Mother: Andrea Jankins, a normal housewife, probably still alive, might have grand children.
                                   Father: Kevin Jankins, a citrus farmer and enthusiast, likely still alive, might have grand children.
                                   Siblings: Lime Jankins, Twin Sister, likely still alive, might have kids.
Homeworld || An unimportant agriworld in the Frontier, Lemon grew up on the family Orchard before leaving for a corporate job, she's never been back.

History || Lemon had a fairly normal childhood with a loving family, their days were spent being homeschooled and helping on the family farm. She excelled in her studies and went to a corporate community college a several years early, continuing her trend of academic excellence there. She was scouted by recruiters for a special branch pushing at the edges of known science and sociology, and promptly accepted.
    Unfortunately, the shadowy branch was engaging in very inhumane social experiments and human-testing, with Lemon as one of hundreds of subjects. Lemon would spend roughly a decade dealing with disaster after disaster as they were transferred from one doomed station to the next, often being tested on with various drugs to see their effects and put in different scenarios to see how they'd adapt. About 5 years in, they experienced the beginning of their psionic awakening, hearing the whispers of a silent room, initially just thinking they'd gone mad they tried to ignore them and continue as 'normal'. Several more years passed and the now-jack-of-all had been dealing with the growing realization that she wasn't just insane but also actually hearing thoughts. Realizing that her "employers" would likely dissect her if they found out, she kept it a secret and plotted an escape.
    At 25, she had by then figured out how to make a few individuals completely oblivious to her presence through luck and testing on the station's vermin/pets, and took advantage of that to steal the cargo shuttle of her station and FTL to GalFed Territory, hopefully safe from her former employers. Unfortunately, the years of impermanence left her uncomfortable staying in any one place for too long, and so she turned to odd jobs and eventually merc work and bounty-hunting. 

Other Information || Anything you feel is important to your character that has not been covered thus far.


The Verse-specific details
Abilities || Psionics: Lemon is psychically awakened, meaning that she is able to touch other's minds somewhat and effect the world through will. It is quite limited at this time, as most efforts were focused elsewhere.
        Telepathy: Lemon is able to Communicate via thought projection, it requires line of sight. The message is limited only by their imagination. Involuntary messaging can occur when not paying attention and may include surface thoughts.
        Mind Reading: Lemon is capable of Detecting and, to a limited degree, Reading minds. Individuals/entities that register to psionics (most non-mindless non-mechanical life) project a static much like an untuned radio. Lemon is capable of "tuning in" to a given individual's "station" and listen to surface thoughts by focusing on them. The entity she is "listening" to will have a strong sense of being watched, possibly alerting them. Aware/Suspicious individuals can thwart attempts at gleaning information by actively thinking about something else. An individual may 'think really hard about something' to break through their own static and make Lemon hear them (this may include mental screams of pain, active "jamming" attempts, or an intentional message).
                Addendum: Ask other players and Storytellers before using this on a player character or other important characters, iow READ THE ROOM.
        Psychic invisibility: By projecting a strong message of "I'm not here" to a couple individuals, Lemon can temporarily erase herself from their awareness. This has absolutely no effect on things without a mind, or machines, and is quite tiring. Only a few minutes at a time are workable without a rest, though a couple more can be squeezed out with the aid of some drugs.
        Kinesis: Lemon is able to lift things with their mind, up to about half their weight at this time. Effort increases with distance, with "arm's reach" being nearly effortless, to managing roughly 100ft. of range with exertion similar to their invisibility trick. As of right now they are unable to push/pull themselves save in low or null-g environments, with significant effort. Can throw light objects fairly far. Not Refined enough to be used as a weapon directly.

                  Low Light Vision: being a GMCG^tm, Lemon is endowed with enhanced low light vision, similar to a cat's
                  Cat-like Reflexes: As expected, Lemon's reflexes are exceptionally fast (roughly three times average human), and their sense of balance is very good.
                  Lean Muscle: Abnormally low body fat content and dense muscle makes Lemon a bit faster and stronger than a normal human of the same size and mass, though this mostly just results in average human strength with above average speed.

Skills || General Station/ship maintenance: Years spent desperately trying to keep stations from falling apart has taught them a lot about making machines cooperate so long as the tools, schematics, and materials are available.
             Improvised medicine production and treatment: Many shifts were spent as part of the medical team, dedicated to keeping people from dying various horrible deaths. The chemical labs and storage were often raided to fuel their efforts.
             Close Quarters Combat: Dealing with threats, madmen, traitors, and saboteurs on the stations forced Lemon to "become robust" or die, given that she's still alive, she managed the former. She had to deal with a lot of larger opponents, and has learned to take hold of the mechanical advantage of being low to the ground. Cover is her friend in ranged engagements, and while she specializes in pistols, she is comfortable with carbines and some rifles.
             Musical talent: Some shifts were spent with jobs dedicated to entertainment, Lemon took to the guitar, voice, and harmonica at those times. It's not exceptional, but she can reliably play stuff from sheet music and some songs are memorized.
             Zero-G maneuvering: Gravity often failed on the stations, and she had to learn how to compensate. Be it with fire extinguishers, thrown bricks, jetpacks, walls, or psychic power, she's familiar with getting around when weightless.
             Orchardry: The family business, taught from being able to walk till she departed for college. She knows how to take care of citrus trees very well, and is familiar with Gardening in general.
             Trap-Making and Improvised Explosives: Having learned the basics as a necessity in increasingly chaotic space stations, Lemon's paranoia had driven them to make frequent use of these skills when fortifying new lairs or preparing for oncoming hostiles.
             General Acrobatics and Athleticism: The Frolicking of Youth became Panicked Scrambling over furniture, through vents, and past bodies both warm and cold. Lemon could be a reasonably prestigious athlete back home, Instead it keeps her alive in the field.
             Ship Piloting and Navigation: Lemon is a proficient operator of piloted vessels, she's no fighter-jockey, but she's competent.
             Stealth: Being Unseen and Unheard through normal means was often useful when shit hit the fan, She's proficient at using shadows and camouflage and minimizing sound.


Training || Formal Training: Official Briefs and Instructive Sessions To Maximize Crew Synergy and Productivity (the basics of Lemon's Technical Knowledge)
                 Informal Training: Home Education and growing up (family business stuff and general education/knowledge), A Decade working on stations (Combat, Improvised applications of technical knowledge, Zero-G maneuvering, piloting, sneaking), Two years of Merc Work (Further Refinement of Skills)

Combat Strengths || Lemon's Niche abilities can be leveraged to great effect against enemies vulnerable to them, and her general skills help keep her competent without special powers accounted for. She is a small and fast target that sticks to cover and shadows. Her Kinesis could be used to surprise an enemy with a yank, possibly keeping them off balance. Use of some drugs can aid with control of psionic power, improving performance if available, though side effects may cause issues.

Combat Weaknesses || Her size makes her quite vulnerable compared with most races in the galaxy, Whilst difficult to get hold of in the first place, she'd be a rag doll in most enemy's grasp (like Loki and Hulk). She is not experienced with combat in open ground, and deprived of Cover or Concealment she is out of her element. She is also rather small, so many weapons designed for larger races will just be too big. Long range engagements are not her forte. Machines don't register to her mental powers, and only kinesis would work, though likely not well due to weight. The enhanced light sensitivity makes Lemon extra vulnerable to flashbangs without specialized protection.

Additional Details || Lack of significant body fat means that she is particularly susceptible to hypothermia without insulated clothing, and she has poor flotation ability thus making swimming difficult. Her unassisted powerlift capacity is 400lbs, ~200lbs deadlift, ~110 lbs bench-press.

Weapons || Knives: About a half dozen knives are carried on Lemon's person in various places at most times, they custom order replacements as needed, Aside from excellent craftsmanship and durability, they are unremarkable. One sheath is lined with venom similar to that of the RL Inland Taipan
                  Mercenary-Grade Particle Beam Carbine: 45kj Output, Select Fire SA and FA. This Particle beam weapon is designed for compact fire at intermediate ranges, Lemon uses this instead of a full-sized rifle due to her own size. Fitted with a 5xACOG and smartlink system, it's what she uses for long range loud engagements.
                  GalFed "Tactical High-Power" Plasma Pistol: 35kj output, semi-automatic, plasma weapon generally effective against shielding and flesh, Used for loud engagements. Has Smart-link integration for assisted aiming.
                  M6C/SOCOM "Silenced Magnum": Halopedia Article Here, AKA the M6S, a Silenced variant of the classic Magnum intended for special operations. Used by the Iconic UNSC ODSTs. 
                  Combat Exoframe: A powered exoskeleton that increases Lemon's lift capacity to 800lbs. without augmenting speed or reactions, it provides support against recoil and lets her carry more gear without being overwhelmed. Advantage gained in melee is purely strength based. Has an Integrated Shield unit with 400kj capacity and a 15second recharge cycle as well as ablative ceramic plates covering most parts of the body to provide a little extra protection. Has it's own power unit. The Helmet has a smartlink-compatible HUD eyepeice. The frame has a very slight delay, this is compensated for with training.
Ship || TBD, application Separate.
Current Story || Lemon's looking for work as always, and trying to master their psionics in the process.


The Roleplayer
Pen Name || Lore
Age || 23
Other Characters here on Monomachiarum || Lore Seeker, Variable, Neremyn, Clo'Telok, Valerian
Roleplay Sample || 
Lemon slowly crept down the hallway of the apartment complex, the client wanted her to remove some gang members that'd taken up residence. Something something "bad for business" something something "dead or alive". She even checked police records and there was a high chance of the targets having minor bounties too, she could double dip if she was smart.
The growing volume of the familiar static shook her from her musing, she must be close, nobody else was supposed to be in this particular area. She grabbed one of the flashbangs she'd bought for the job and stalked towards the partially open door, the typical chatter of gangers fraternizing and posturing bounced out with the light. With a twitch and a flick she flung the grenade into the room and listened in on the big one's thoughts.
"HEY WHAT TH-"
BANG
She threw the door open and flew in M6S in hand, the holographic reticle flickered across her vision as she brought it across the dazzled delinquents. She squeezed off a round into each one's left leg, like shooting fish in a barrel since they were still stunned, their blank brains scrambled more with pain.

"ALRIGHT, Y'ALL LISTEN UP.", she barked for their attention, "I's paid ta get y'all in, warm or cold.", she squeezed off a couple rounds into the one reaching for his gun, "Guess that one's gonna be cold."
Pulling out a few shock collars and manacles she continued, "Now y'all can be like John Doe right there, or yee kin put these puppies on and live."
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Later than evening, in a different abandoned apartment building, she slowly trudged into the entry way of her lair and did the traditional dance of booby-trap avoidance, bottle and bag in hand. She'd almost forgotten how much she hated paperwork, and how much law enforcement loved it. Making her way to the inner sanctum, she flopped on the bed, wincing as she realized that she forgot to remove her gear first. She should've charged them for the five hours they made her wait in Processing.
It was time for some R&R, uncorking the bottle she took a long drink, the first of many over the night. She enjoyed the silence, a rare commodity in a city like Daiban.
Anything Else || May need some cooperation/ooc coordination for the 'surface thoughts' part