Name: Marlene Grace Atom (Formally Howardson)
Height: five feet, four inches. or 1.625 meters.
Weight: 140 pounds, or 63.5 kilograms.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Distinguishing Marks: Scar across her nose, scars of back, lost left leg. Extremely long hair when let down, she has a fear of having her hair cut.
Parents: Orphaned, Birth parents were Grace and Peter
Siblings: A younger brother named Peter Junior.
Marital Status: Formally engaged to Lorelei Ross
Significant Other(s): Lorelei Ross, deceased
Children: ‘son’, a robot named Phoenix.
Pets: a pug named Zipper.
Friends: John Douglas, Terri Jones(?), Blues. Antiquated with Cleo.
Enemies: Doctor Albert Wily, Walter Graham, Grant Thomson, Her parents and brother.
Occupation: Currently unemployed.
Employment history: Bass Cello player, Biotechnician, unlicensed doctor and robicist, maglev repair.
Own or Rent: Currently living in a rented flat in The City.
Fears: Men, being taken advantage of. Sex, though she hides this with her casual behavior. Scissors.
Secrets: Has too many secrets.
Actually a virgin
Food Preferences: Microwavable food, most notably hot pockets. Nutty Bars. Loves spices food.
Sleeping Habits: Wakes up periodically throughout the night to write down ideas that she comes up with during sleep. Curls up with her hair like a stuffed animal.
Music Preferences (styles): Jazz, Bebop, Blues.
Groups or Alone: A loner
Leader or Follower: Follower if she must.
Planned Out or Spontaneous: Planned.
How Do They Relax: Working on her inventions, playing video games, getting drunk. Being with her pug.
What Excites Them: Messing with people, praise.
Obsessions: Her hair.
Ambitions: Become a famous scientist. Win all the praise. And then meet up with her parents only to shove her awards in their faces.
As Seen By Others: That ass hat that’s always fucking with John. Sexist Bitch. Ok looking.
As Seen By Self: A genius that can’t be understood by the outside world. Ugly as sin.
Sexual History: None.
General Health: Could use a little exercise. Requires reading glasses. Has neck problems most likely dude the her HUGE FUCKING HAIR. Diabetic.
OBJECTS KEPT IN:
Wallet: Her card, notes, bubble gum
Fridge: Whiskey and frozen food. Hot sauce. Insulin.
Bedroom Hiding Place: Empty whiskey bottles. A stuffed sheep she sleeps with.
Kitchen Cabinets: Mac and Cheese. More whiskey. Pills n shit. Robot parts.
Closets: A failed experiment that she feeds chef boyardee. Possibly a cello. A suitcase that connects to a storage space that she keeps various shenanigans in.
Pockets: Little tools. a notebook full of crazy ideas for experiments.
Talents: … really fucking smart. Can play the bass. Good at videogames. Can eat an entire container of mayonnaise without barfing.
Flaws: Loud mouth. Compulsive lying. Cracks under pressure. Inconsiderate of others.
Strengths: Great brain stormer.
Drugs/Alcohol: Whiskey everyday forever.
Special Memories: Most things pertaining to Lorelei, When she got her first job at the Biotech center.