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 Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:09 pm
Name: Mira Torei, "Kai"
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: Software maintenance and/or your friendly neighborhood tech support. Not a mechanic or engineer, do not ask her to do hardware. She will probably yell at you quite a bit before telling you who you really need to find. If she's in a particularly bad mood, she'll just stare you down.
Physical Description: What you can see? 5'7", brown hair, blue eyes, standard fare in the looks department. What you'd have to get from her file? 133 lbs, has had corrective surgery for vision.
Personality: Kind inside, but might come off as a bit annoying after a) you get to know her a little and/or b) she's had more than one glass of wine. Likes to poke fun at a certain group of people. Which group? She'll never admit. Doesn't actually like her job too much--she came because she wanted to explore, to hope that there was something even more to this than just a colonization opportunity. Aliens? Wonderful! She's slacking off a lot more than she did on the way over, though. The stress of freaking out and being freaked out at when the main computer cut out was more than enough for her. At least she won't have to worry about whether everything will work again until the hardware's back in one piece. Until then? A soft patch of soil, a nice sky, and a good old-fashioned journal. Journals are better than psychologists. By far. Despite her alien-curiosity, she probably won't approach any of them until she is, herself, approached. The gun she keeps handy will be used on only as many locals as humans--it's for self-defense only. She likes clementines, fizzy drinks, conversation, warm places, and Kalah. She dislikes people she doesn't consider cautious enough, being drunk, being made fun of, and being referred to by her real name (explained in History). She also dislikes the fact that her fiance probably thinks she's dead, and had a small funeral service for her engagement ring upon "arrival". Fun fact about the "real name" thing: she doesn't like it, but likes being able to be mad at people who use it. Refrains from telling people her name so she can force them to find out on their own, and then, when they get it "wrong", she "happily" corrects them.
History: Born and raised in Iowa. Never really knew what she wanted in life, but knew that she wanted to do something in space. She graduated university with degrees in Computer Science and Information Technology (convenient and profitable fields), and began to attend as many space conventions as she could get to. This distanced her emotionally from her parents, but it was at one of these that she met her now-fiance, a pilot. She also became very close with a female doctor also attending a number of the conventions. It was her fiance who was able to put her in touch with the right people to be considered for the mission, and it was he who helped with the paperwork that came following. He offered to marry her before departure, but Mira refused--if he still wanted her when he found the opportunity to catch up, then she'd accept. (She's given up on any chance of that happening now, though.) The doctor she'd met and got along with so well was killed while on her way to meet Mira for goodbyes. A brand new group of people on the ship, who wouldn't know otherwise? Sure. Fine. Keep the name alive--use "Kai". The trip itself was more than enough for her to recover from that loss.
Particular Skills: She's actually fairly good at writing. She had to learn technical, obviously, but what little bits of creative her parents found on top of the rest of the recycling were very good. She won't willingly share any recent work, though. She knows how to play the violin, but she doesn't carry the instrument around and is very out of practice as a result. She was once a competitive player of a popular online strategy game.
Other Stuff: Will refer to Captain Laurence as "Larry." Does not make an effort to speak to him directly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 11:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 11:52 pm
Journal Disorganized journal is disorganized. Mira's got her little notebook thingy, and I might as well keep a nice little public record, perfect for when fun stuff goes in. Entries follow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 4:05 pm
I almost wish I'd joined the military instead. A little more dangerous, a little more satisfying. Being in control of something, maybe. But I guess, in that case, I wouldn't have met Michael. It doesn't make any difference now, though, does it? I won't see him again. They won't send anyone to find us. Even if they did, he wouldn't want to come to see my corpse.
Michael, I miss you. I'm sorry.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 7:00 pm
I wonder if it's worth going to the captains for anything. I'm tempted to just go off somewhere--anywhere, dangerous or not. We breathe here. We eat here. There are more people capable of the tasks I perform. The aliens--no, the natives, they're interesting. We're the aliens. But am I daring enough to explore, especially when Larry's started going on to everyone about caution?
I think he might need a bit more of a brain, to be honest. Running scared from each other will just give both sides the wrong impression.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:31 pm
It's not nearly as interesting. Less freaking out, fewer fun expressions, more of a want to do something with myself.
I'll track Larry down, maybe. When he's not busy.
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