AMELIA YILMAZ - - - - - *.⊹₊‧
“to muse and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew, demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. and i mean that in a very caring way.”
GENERAL –
full name: amelia alexandria yilmaz.
nicknames: none unless you count "captain" or "ma'am".
age: thirty-one.
gender: cis female.
species: gifted human.
eye color: brown.
hair color: dark brown. slightly auburn.
height: five feet, nine inches.
date of birth: november ninth.
occupation: pilot.
positive traits: adventurous. ambitious. fearless. intelligent. loyal. strong. leader.
negative traits: stubborn. proud. sarcastic. guarded. commanding. hyper independent.
HEADCANONS –
Amelia is an extraordinarily capable woman decorated with many esteemed titles and impressive achievements. Chief among them her Green Badge of Honor from her time as a Terran Royal Navy Officer. She was the youngest spacer to ever be made a captain, and a renowned one at that. She was also the youngest captain ever to resign. More free-spirited than people may think, Amelia left the Navy to command the solar galleon, the RLS Legacy. Whenever people question this decision, she typically echoes the same ambiguous reply with a proud smile to follow: “The Navy was big on protocol. I was big on results.” She even had a solar surfer in her youth.
If a friend were to tell you to think of a ship captain, you most likely wouldn’t picture someone quite like Amelia. Maybe an intimidating, well-built man would come to mind (don’t make her laugh), or perhaps even a roughish pirate (though you’d do well not to bring up those barbarians to her). But how about a very well kept lady in some killer thigh-high boots and painted lips? Yes, that’s more like it. Amelia is always put together. Even on her off days. The only time her crew has ever spotted a stain or a wrinkle in her uniform was at the end of whirlwind battle or expedition. Gravity under her heel.
Amelia considers the various scars that litter her body her “resume.” That star shaped mark on her shoulder? A laser wound from an enemy pistol. The stripe across her knee? A nasty cut from a solar storm that engulfed an allied ship going down. The streak on the side of her ribs? That one’s special. When she looks at that particular scar, Amelia doesn’t think of herself. She thinks of, in her words, “the most hopelessly unorthodox, dysfunctional and unseemly crew I’ve ever captained.” The motely team she found Treasure Planet with. The motely friends that she grew ever so fond of.
Learning has consistently been of great importance to Amelia ever since she was a little girl. She’s very inquisitive by nature and finds awe and interest practically everywhere. It’s one of the reasons for her quick wit and strong vocabulary. She’s amassed quite the collection of knowledge over the years. Areas such as astronomy, astronautical engineering and astrophysics were imperative to her successes in her line of work, but the “astros” were only scraping the surface of her insatiable thirst to learn. To this day, she remains an avid reader. Her library history is unpredictable and vast. One day you might catch her on her break reading a book on geology and the next a nail-biting adventure. It keeps her on her toes. The library staff as well.
There are some habits that grew into Amelia’s routine and personality from her experience in the Navy that have followed her to Evermore. The woman is always organized and punctual. Her bed is always neatly made the second she’s out of it. A Healthy diet and exercise are high priority in addition to keeping her skills, brain and instincts sharp. These habits are all well and fine, but there are some more harmful ones that cling to her. For one, Amelia keeps her cards close to her chest when it comes to emotions. She’s supposed to be the strong, tough, reliable leader that people look up to. It’s intuitive at this point for her to suppress feelings that might deem her weak or vulnerable. When she lost her first mate and the best friend she ever had that fateful day on the Treasure Planet voyage, she beat herself up behind closed doors more than anyone could ever guess. Sure, she put up a front for the crew and spoke some fine words, but the moment she returned to her captain’s quarters she was in shambles. To this day, she’s still distraught over his death and often ruminates over what she could have done to save him.
Amelia is not one to sit still. In her eyes, everyday has a purpose. Everyday has a goal. She likes to be helpful and active. This energy often manifests into assisting quite a lot around town. Don’t be surprised to stumble across her volunteering somewhere or heading some sort of public event Evermore is hosting. Of course, she often interferes where she’s not wanted in turn. There are many mysterious happenings in this town— happenings that need answers that’s more than keen to find.
