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- Homeworld: Noramin
- Date of birth: July 24th, 328 Post-Contact
 Physical details
- Height: One meter and fifty-two centimeters tall
- Weight: Unlike Sol, Carla has not been known to break muzzles upon being asked this. She has, however, used a blaster on them in painful ways.
 Skills And Personal Details
- - Small to heavy-weapons handling
- - High degree of competency in piloting various fighter, bomber, interceptor and freighter-class starcraft and aircraft.
- - Navigational competency
- - Basic hand-to-hand combat training
- Typical Attire - Anything casual
- Weapon of Choice - XM-02 Experimental Magrifle/blaster rifle/anything that can blast a hole in someone
- Craft of Choice - Upgraded (standard Avanguard combat upgrade) Mark II Kaiser starfighter
- Spoiler warning: Plot and/or ending details follow.
Carla is the embodiment of any positive emotion you can think of. The vixen has, all her life, possessed a spirit that has been impossible to dampen in any way, shape or form. As a child on Noramin she was insanely popular and charismatic, her antics always getting her friends into the most fun situations. As an adult, not much had changed, from her champion success as a hover speeder racer on her homeworld to her first airspeeder.
Carla originally came to the Avanguard for one reason alone: flying. She wanted to be a pilot, a real pilot. Not just some freighter captain or a barge driver, no, she wanted something that could really move. In fact, though she’d never let it be known, she’d occasionally toyed with the idea of stealing a Kaiser and flying off with it, just to be able to call it her own. And you could bet she’d be laughing while she did it. The vixen just loved the openness of the cockpit, the excitement of combat and the freedom of flight.
Avanguard pilot training certainly put a restraining collar on the vixen, but in private, nothing could stop her. Her fellow pilots, including Sol Fyres, at the training base and in her squadrons later on always would look up to her for cheering up, a diversion from the stark reality of their lives. And she was always happy to help.
She, like Sol, became a more matronly figure once she deserted the military. Carla would usually greet the newcomers to base long before Sol could, even if the dragoness wasn’t inherently busy. Everyone was made welcome with a warm smile and polite banter over food at some point, and she made it a point to know each and every person serving there at Sol’s Nest. Also, until Jaime Carlson showed up, she was the only person there who could give Sol lip and live to tell about it. That trend continued with the forming of the Galactic Coalition.
The first thing to actually faze her confidence and cheer was her capture by the Avanguard after the Nest was given away. The second thing to shatter her, and also to break her perpetual mood far worse, was the knowledge that Jaime had been the one to betray them. He is now merely one of a long line of people that Carla no longer fully trusts, and the only reason that she hasn’t shot him yet is because Sol requests that she ‘play nice’. Despite her misgivings, she accepts her friend's order without question, even though she silently waits for the day the wolf stabs them in the back yet again.
Both with the Avanguard and later with Sol and the Coalition, Carla would occasionally nip out in her ship and just fly, making the most dangerous of manoeuvres and stunts, just for the thrill of it. Carla believes in her cause, certainly, but in the absence of Sol she still would fly. She's a hard one to place, not always fitting in with the general image around her. Ever full of surprises, that girl is always up to her neck in some kind of trouble.