“Where I come from, everyone pulls their weight - even the dead.”

• Played By: Blackbird Lore
• Age: 94
• Height: 6'0“
• Weight: 185 lbs.
• Species: Terran
• Certifications: BT, CQC, HO, NAC
• Rank: Staff Sergeant

Hair: Silky black and silver in a single thick braid between her shoulder blades

Eyes: Pale hazel with a dire intensity

Body: Camilla's skin has been tanned vigorously by the merciless sun and pulled taut over steely muscles forged in the crucible of Foothold and tempered by combat as Marine. Her great stature and broad torso and hips make her appear nothing short of a warrior, born and bred. A broad jaw, pronounced brow, and prominent nose all add to a masculine appearance that is ugly at worst, and intimidating at best.

Distinguishing Features: If her mocha skin was parchment, her left arm was a memoir written in flesh by a man-eating plant: all along its length are scars, some darker, some lighter. At the crest of the shoulder the monster's John Hancock is prominently displayed, scrawled in a wildly undulating script, a mountain range of gnarled scar tissue amidst smoothly rolling skin. A peppering of flak scars mars her face and chest. More prominent is the large burn scar beginning above her temple the right side of her forehead and curling down toward her cheek, like an arcing comet. Half her eyebrow and much of the hairline above her temple were casualties of the corrupted flesh. Lastly, a patch of dark, scaly skin encircles her right elbow. She has refused cosmetic surgery to repair the damages.

Personality: While she has a love for people, those kindred souls who have survived the rigors of Foothold in particular, she rarely has a kind word to say. Most of them tend to be of a utilitarian nature, the rest snide or brutal. One could say time has “softened” Camilla's demeanor, and they would be technically correct. Softer, however, is still coldly critical and passive. She depends on no one, cares not for company, and has no impending desire for companionship, but claims she fights for everyone. Putting her credits where her mouth is, Camilla was a first-wave volunteer for [REDACTED], displaying selfless service and fierce loyalty. Despite her age, she maintains a vigorous mind and acute perception.

Likes: Meat, hunting, warring, people, beaches, fruity drinks, and her boots.

Dislikes: The chain of command, people, most aliens, whining, incompetence, magic, and mind-altering substances.

Goals: Short-term: Acquire S/S certification Long-term: Resolve current conflict.

Camilla was born in Foothold (of Foothold Prime, in the Foothold System). Born into a culture of pragmatism and survivalism, she found herself treated equally with the boys in all regards; that she began to exceed them in skills deemed masculine by most societies was embraced and even encouraged. They could not bet their survival against sexism. And so it was that as Camilla displayed not only a proficiency but a desire for fishing and hunting she was taken into the tutelage of those other daring individuals. The fight for life was more than daily, it was constant; it steeled her nerves, quickened her reflexes, heightened her senses, and sharpened her wit. While many doubted the helpfulness of risking life and limb for more food, time proved these people to be invaluable members of Foothold. The youngest- and only child- of the Enos family would have continued indefinitely with this lifestyle if not for a rising need for soldiers. The TRN regularly delivered necessities and soldiers, but their videos and stories of other worlds interested her far more: they spoke of the true home, Terra; of the new homeworld, Terra IV; of Dubrillion, the leading provider of military minds and pilots. These places drew images in the miniscule imagination of Camilla. The only way out, though, meant becoming a soldier.

So she did. Camilla enlisted in the Marines and applied her prior skills as a hunter to the military. She was a cut above the rest when it came time for CQC certification and her homeworld's natural affinity for strengthening what it could not kill earned her an easy way into Heavy Ordnance. At the end of all her training, though, she found herself not on Terra IV, or Dubrillion, or even Hammond Drydocks- no, she was still on Foothold, playing guard duty for the miners as the Drathonians made a nuisance of themselves. She was no longer hunting jackbears or fishing for cullsharks; Camilla was a stalker of Drathonians, a slayer of the lizardfolk. She was good at it. She hated it. For the last three years, she tracked and hunted the beasts amidst what could only be the lengthiest stalemate in the history of war itself. That stalemate was the basis for the conflict on Foothold and within Camilla Enos for the earliest years of her career.

But with success on Foothold, Camilla achieved her greatest goal: escape her homeworld. She continued to serve valiantly throughout the remainder of the Drathonian campaign. Afterward, she volunteered for [REDACTED] and served until is sudden closure. Afterward, she was recruited as an investigator for the planetary police on Quaternon. Unconfirmed rumors exist that she served as an interrogator for a counter-terror black ops unit during her time there. When war resurfaced, Camilla reenlisted in the marines and was granted the rank of Staff Sergeant. As a bonus, she was reunited with a few other remnants of [REDACTED], and leads them as a special forces detachment.