Name: Tela Jacobs
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Details of position description: Combat Medic
Skills: Field Medicine, marksmanship, cooking(Basic)

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye Color: green
Hair color: black
Hair Style :Long, generally in a ponytail, except for more formal activities, where it is straight.
Complexion: Tan
Body shape: Somewhat muscular
Clothing Preference: Generally, trousers and a shirt, with a worn brown coat with a red cross on the side.
Appearance/Description: Tela looks fairly normal, save a tattoo on her left arm which has the insignia of her former unit on it, the 351 light mobile infantry. She also has a scar on the right side of her neck, that she doesn't like to talk about. Her posture and such are good, though her movement is usually deliberate, as if each action is planned in her mind.
(Minor Allure)
(Memorable-Scar on right side of neck)


Character Type/Skills: Fighter/medic. Skills: Firearms(Pistols/SMG), Medical training(ER Nurse, Battlefield medic) Cooking(Some)

Personality: When the bullets start to fly or the people start screaming for a medic, she's the picture of calmness, wether she's returning some of that lead, or closing up a sucking chest wound. In her downtime, she's generally a jovial person, and opens up to those close to her, especially former browncoats.

Personal History:

Born on Beaumonde, Tela was the third child of Amanda and Joseph Jacobs, a ranching family that worked on a co-op ranch with several other families. In that kind of life, everything was generally peaceful, though all the kids were taught a little self-defense, and how to shoot, just in case some raiders, mercs, or other people with ill intentions showed up. Tela was thought to just be another woman who'd end up as a bride somewhere, and crank out a few children, but fate had a way of taking people where they needed to be.

As she advanced through school, there were a few tests she took along the way, that flagged her as a possible genius. It was a bit of a suprise to her, and her parents, and they scraped money together to send her off to a better school, so that if she did have the talent, it wouldn't be wasted on learning how to fix engines, and other machinery. She graduated from primary school a year  earlier then most, and had decided on going to one of the bigger medical schools, since she had found in her studies, that learning more about the human body seemed to facinate her, and helping people was one of the things that kept her spirits up.

With a scholarship in hand, she was off to one of the major medical academies, and three years later, emerged with her RN, and enough experience to last for a few years. So, she flew back to her home planet, and got a job working at the Shina medical facility in one of the cities. Everything was going fine, her career was building, until the war began.

The fighting came close to the city, and the casulties and wounded began to pour in, which made her life a bit more hectic then it should have been. It was made even more so when an Alliance platoon wanted to use the hospital as their base of operations, and to arrest the still wounded independent soldiers. Tela stood up for them, and was arrested for her actions. However, a browncoat raid came a few days later, freeing the hospital, and rescuing both the wounded soldiers, and the few medics who had stood up for them.

Most were released, but Tela stayed on, and began training to become a combat medic. She often thought her role was a bit more important then the doctors in the rear, since it would be her steady hand that would determine if the soldier could be moved back to them, or could return to duty. In the inital part of the war, she treated a corporal, One Malcom Reynolds. He seemed quite cocky, and she made a bet with him that he wouldn't survive the conflict, five credits, or one bottle of good booze.

Losing many of her friends over the course of several of the end battles of the war, seemed to wear her out, and when the independents finally surrendered, she headed off, looking for work where she could find it, and wanting to keep moving, because staying still meant she might have to remember all the loss.