Major Babs Betany
Name Babs Betany
Position Base Commander
Rank Major
Character Information
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human/Zeltron Hybrid | |
| Age | 33 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 185cm (6ft) | |
| Weight | 95kg | |
| Hair Color | Pink | |
| Eye Color | Blue | |
| Physical Description | Babs' appearance is as loud and brash as her personality. Owing to her Zeltron heritage, her most distinguishing feature is her bright pink hair. Taller than most men, she rarely walks into a room without standing out. While she lacks the typical red pigmentation to her skin of a full-blooded Zeltron, she is prone to the same deepening blush when she experiences strong emotion. |
Family
| Spouse | None | |
| Children | None | |
| Father | Rhan Zyrell | |
| Mother | Baroness Betany | |
| Brother(s) | None | |
| Sister(s) | None | |
| Other Family | Unknown |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Babs put her profession foot forward at all times, but once she has warmed to you, you will find there is no more loyal and bubbly friend in the galaxy. While she seems to have a long fuse when it comes to her temper, once her limit has been reached she is bold enough to stand her ground and fight for (what she thinks is) the right thing. While not as keen as a full blooded Zeltron, she does feel emotions deeply, and so strives for harmony with those around her. But positivity doesn’t mean pushover. When she reaches her limit, her cheeks will flush as pink as her hair and you have only second before this bombshell explodes. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | She is typical of Zeltrons in that she seems to have an unnatural ability to soothe both people and animals around her at times of stress. She also seems to have inherited some of the Zeltron agility and flexibility. She can drink most under the table, owing to the Zeltron second liver, so challenge the woman to a drinking contest at your own peril. Babs is an unusually strong woman and a competent combatant. She is a reliable companion to have your back in a fight, however her preference would be to stay out of melee combat range wherever possible. Prior to becoming the Base Commander, Babs was a demolition expert. From precision ignition to something with a little more bang for your buck, she is always happy to make something go boom! Known to those who served with her previously as 'Bombshell Babs' or 'BB'. Babs is a loyal soldier of the Republic. She serves not because it’s a job, but because she genuinely believes in the ideals she is trained to uphold. As well as being painfully idealistic, she can also be considered somewhat gullible. She more often than not will take people at their word until she has evidence to the contrary. As a Zeltron-hybrid Babs experiences strong emotions, and often struggles with self control when faced with a situation that elicits a surge of feeling. She is also able to read strong emotions in others and somewhat affect the mood of those she is with with the release of pheromones. Her ability is not as strong as a full blooded Zeltron, and she often masks these with perfume and the natural cold of the environment. Babs also feels an immense pressure for keeping the outpost safe. |
| Personal History | Babs is the daughter of Baroness Betany and the Zeltron Business man Rahn Zyrell, who runs a luxury goods and lifestyle brand. Against her parents wishes she has set aside the expectation of the Barony in exchange for serving in the Republic's Grand Army. This has placed her at odds not only with her own family, but with a number of other noble houses on Alderaan. | |
| Known Rumours | Before coming to Hoth, Babs' career was on an upward trajectory. She was a trustworthy soldier, a demolitions expert working with a special ops force. Then one day something made her put in for a transfer to Hoth. Now she is working out of a backwater outpost, largely forgotten by the Republic, understaffed and under-resourced. Rumours as to what caused her to leave her former posting run rampant. One thing all can agree on though, somewhere along the line she must of fucked up, because no one willingly requests transfer to Hoth. |