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Friday September 20th, 2019 @ 10:33 hours

Tobie Fitzsimmons

Name Tobie Lee Fitzsimmons

Position Boatswain

Character Information

Gender Female
Species Human
Age 36
Known Aliases Fitz,Hobe's wife

Physical Appearance

Height 5'8"
Weight 140 lbs
Hair Color Dark Brown
Eye Color Dark Brown
Physical Description Physical Description: Lean and lanky, Tobie is a long, lithe line with little in the way of curves or softness in her body. Her face is more often described as ‘sweet’ rather than beautiful with large dark eyes and button nose. There are creases around her eyes that tell a story of some hard times, lines at the corners of her lips that hint at just as many laugh lines. Tobie’s hair is long and wavy- so far into brown that it’s nearly black with bits of silver coming in.
Distinguishing Marks or Features Walking freckle, birthmark on left elbow, inoculation scars on her left arm

Family & Acquaintances

Spouse Hoben Fitzsimmons (Divorced)
Children Casey Grier Fitzsimmons (Deceased)
Father John Vanhousen
Mother Janice Vanhousen
Siblings Emery Ramos (Sister)
Curtis Ramos (Stepbrother)

Personality & Traits

General Overview Aside from brief bouts of depression, Tobie has come to peace with herself after two years of ship hopping.

Tobie has a magic knack with numbers and a glib tongue. She's sharp as a knife when it comes to reading body language, but a little rusty when it comes to more mundane interactions. There's still a lot to do and see that she's willing to roll the dice on. Not a lot left to really be afraid of anymore. She harbors no love for drinking and little more for fighting. When the mood calls for it Tobie can be very plucky and playful. If pushed, she can throw a good fist but it takes a bit to get her there.
Strengths & Weaknesses Pluses - Spitfire, sharp, witty, keen mind for business and languages, knows how to take a hit, tougher than she looks, loves to cook
Minuses - Bouts of depression, restless sleeper, moons after kids, not much of a fighter: she scraps, she has the accent and bearing of your typical corn-fed settler
Ambitions Tobie doesn't have much in the way of ambitions aside from staying as far away from home and her ex as she can.
Quirks & Flaws Tends to talk to herself constantly. Gets lost in her own thoughts easily. Doesn't mind rats and mice, but snakes freak her out. Double jointed and ambidextrous.
Passions -Tobie loves the stars. She and her husband were supposed to start a shipping business together, only he changed the narrative once their son was born sickly. She pushed off on her own to serve on other civilian ships.
-Tobie adores all children. She fight for any of them fiercer than even she knows.
-She's a great cook and enjoys toying with recipes should she have a supply of spices.


Personal History Life was, in essence, the same as it was for Tobie as it was in any girl other third generation colony world growing up. There were harvests and schooling and winter festivals, creek swimming and nights spent catching lightning bugs. She married her sweetheart straight out of school and set to starting a family in the same grain laden plains that she'd grown up in. By the time her son Casey was born, Hobe's shipping business had caught on from scratch and he'd begun traveling extensively running cargo. Again, not that dissimilar from hundreds on thousands of other girls living the same straight from the prairie life.

The normalcy ended there. Shortly after Casey's first year, a number of medical ailments assaulted the boy. Seizures and deathly allergies, breathing ailments and crippling fevers that were explained away as side effects of everything from residual treatments to the livestock herds when Tobie was younger, to viruses and bacterial infections. The more the illness took a hold of Casey's life, the longer and farther Hobe ran from the problems, the more distanced the family became. Casey's death ultimately put the final nails in the coffin that ended her marriage and left Tobie looking at a now very empty life.

There was nothing there in the fields. Nothing left in the home. Leaving on the first shuttle seemed to be the right thing to do. There was more than enough missed time to make up for and a life to explore that had never quite begun.