Snatch
Snatch
Maggie Gyllenhaal
Maggie Gyllenhaal as Mopsus Doe del Boccyo
Name: Mopsus Doe del Boccyo
Callsign: {$callsign}
AKA: 'Snatch'
Age: 23
Branch: Navy
Faction: Military
Organization: {$organization}
Department: Engineering Department
Position: Technician
Rank: Petty Officer 3
Ship: Genesis
Homeworld: Aerelon
Actor: Maggie Gyllenhaal
Leda

A sudden blow—
The great wings beating, still
Above the staggering girl,
Her thighs caressed
By the dark webs,
Her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified, vague fingers push
His feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there—

The broken wall,
The burning roof and tower,
And Agamemnon—

Dead.

Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Can she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

-WB Yeats

BCH

Mopsus Doe del Boccyo comes from the small town of Swanshire in the Aerelon Springs district of Aerelon— the sticks of the sticks of the sticks. It sports about twenty five feet of paved road, three common buildings and a small shrine to the Dioscuri, featuring a wooden carving showing Leda being raped by Zeus in the form of a swan. The rest of Swanshire is nothing but the sprawling farms of its fifteen families. There's a shipping warehouse about twenty miles from Main Street, where Snatch worked since she was twelve, leaving school (such as it was) in order to help her family with the bills. She had small fingers and was put to work dealing with machinery, and was one of the kids there lucky and nimble enough to get through it with her hands intact. When she was 18 she enlisted in the military, less due to patriotism and more because her family farm was on the verge of foreclosure due to the comglomeration of large corporate farming syndicates across the planet. Her reading skills are minimal and her manners backwater, but she's quite bright, and has picked up the mechanical trade with great efficiency. She's no master of the art, yet, but she's a top-notch grunt, good at taking orders and plowing through work, her sense of duty to her family bolstering her sense of duty to the military. She was nicknamed 'Snatch' for her predilection for wandering off with parts that others had thrown away but she still considered worthy of repair— her bunk is a regular minefield of sharp and pokey things she's in the middle of fixing up in her spare time. She sends home the greater portion of her every paycheck, as well as such parts as she's put back together. It's estimated that in her four years of military service she's weaseled away enough garbage to mail home an entire Raptor, bit by bit.

ACH

Mopsus Doe took the holocaust about as poorly as should be expected. She'd only taken a military post in order to help her momma and pappa keep their farm. After she'd helped them build up a tidy bank balance, her plans were to return to Aerelon, get herself hitched to her sweetheart and take over running the farm so that her parents could retire. A few brats (read: free field hands) later, the natural cycle would start itself over again, and she'd raise a family in the same house she was raised in. With her motivation to work suddenly disappeared, Mopsus Doe grew spiteful and hateful of the work itself. It didn't get any better when it turned out that the fleet was going to turn tail and run rather than let her get back home and help her parents shoot the Cylons off of their farm like so many carcajou. Several foiled and immensely frustrating attempts to go AWOL later, Mopsus Doe decided to take a long walk off of a short maintainance platform.

Contrary to her plans, she survived— in a manner of speaking. After counselling both religious and secular, her Captain exhorted her to build a new life rather than give up for despair of losing the old one. She's taken the advice to heart. Maybe a little too much. Hopefully soon she'll find a balance, but for now she's just a vaguely troubled girl.

Since her return from sickbay she's been assigned to the training of a new recruit, Jonah Quill, whom she's helpfully nicknamed Doc. It keeps her occupied.

Recent Developments

Having mis-read a poster which was subsequently taken down, Snatch got it into her mind that Command was considering making marriage and childbearing compulsory to all females in the crew. While this law got repealed, Snatch thought it was a perfectly sensible idea. She'd be about ready to get married, anyhow, had she plans to return home at the end of her current tour (which is just about up). Her mother had arranged for her cousin to court her when she was fourteen, and he proposed to her at seventeen. Their marriage plans were put briefly on hold for her two-year stint in the military… then put on hold again when she re-upped. All in all she's feeling very old, four years past marriageable, and she's decided she wants a husband and children. She's not particularly interested in getting courted again— she's been through all that before— she just wants a husband.

She first asked Rhea, who's taken on the unofficial role of Snatch's surrogate mother, to find her one (her real mother, of course, no longer able to do so), and was told to go find one herself.

She asked the Doc and was promptly turned down.

She had her eye on the Sheriff for a while, but he's confided in her that he's unable to produce children.

The Sheriff, however, has taken on the job of finding Mopsus Doe someone to marry her. She's very glad it's out of her hands, at last.

Mopsus Doe has officially re-upped, signing a contract for another two years' work for her Cap'm.

Mopsus Doe may or may not have 'liberated' a certain very attractive weapon she'd had her eye on from the Nebula before it got left.

After the surprise!evac of the Nebula, Mopsus Doe came home to Genesis in time to put a bit of lead in some Cylons, herself. A couple of those buggers went down when she shot them, too, though she certainly wasn't the only one shooting at the time. It felt -good,- though. She also proved that she's got a mouth on her worthy to be called a sailor's. Oh, would mamma slap her around to hear such language from her baby girl.

She also got herself shot in the head. Which wasn't as bad as it sounds. She had to get her hair chopped off— it's about the length it is in the picture above, now.

Somewhat worse than getting shot in the head was finding out that the Doc, who had turned down her proposal of marriage on the pretext that he never intended to marry, had then turned around and gotten himself engaged to someone else. That one stung. A lot.

Construction of the duck hatches on the Carina are almost completed. Job well done, as far as Mopsus Doe is concerned. Now just to post someone outside that hatch with a gun to ward off pesky cityfolk. Worse than carcajou, some of them are.

Quarter rations are being rather hard on Mopsus Doe, whose appetite in peacetime verges on the prodigious. A few 'jellies,' as she calls them, aren't enough to keep her from being very, very surly.

  • Sunshine & Warm Soil
  • Big Guns
  • Her Family
  • Her Sweetheart
  • Good Food
  • Honest Labor
  • The Cap'm (& 'Spraicht')
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