☾ ★ ☆ ☠ ♥ ♦ ☯▼☼ for Captain Phasma, please and thank you!
She takes naps in full armor sometimes, just so no one knows whether she’s awake. At least, she did until she learned Kylo could sense whether she was conscious and punked her once while she was asleep. Fortunately not in front of anyone.
Deaths happen in war. She notes them, is saddened by them. It’s desertions she takes seriously, because she more strongly feels that she could have prevented it.
List five troopers in her battalion that don’t have a huge if slightly terrified crush on her. You can’t, can you? No one can.
Any trooper worth their salt can tell when Phasma is angry. Not by any one clue of stance or tone, but by basest instinct. They just know whether she’s mad and if so they get out of the way.
If Phasma has surviving family, it’s not with the Order. Or at the very least not with the military branch. That’s her family now.
She loves her some old blasters. The Order has superior tech and no need for the old E-11s or, Force forbid, DC-15s, but she has a small collection of old standards like that and takes them down to the range when she has the time.
She dislikes laundry. She doesn’t want to look at it. She just wants to strip off her underarmor and have clean things to put on.
She wasn’t indoctrinated from youth the same way the troopers were, or even the same way Hux was. There’s no one more enthusiastic than a convert.
She has a couple of scars—one on her leg and one on her side, both from blaster shots.