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𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.










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  • PROFILE
    NAME...
    Jordan Chapman.
    NICKNAME...
    Chapman or else.
    GENDER...
    Cis female.
    AGE...
    Forty-nine.
    DATE OF BIRTH...
    20th of December.
    SEXUALITY...
    Homosexual.
    ETHNICITY...
    African-American.
    ROLE...
    The Captain.
    OCCUPATION...
    On forced leave.
    HOME...
    Second Earth.
    Appearance
    HAIR:
    Chapman has her natural type 4c, charcoal hair on display — opting to keep it short and manageable.
    EYES:
    Cold and black, Chapman's gaze is something people avoid.
    SKIN:
    A dark, smooth complexion that is etched with frown lines and forehead wrinkles from excessive stress.
    BODY:
    An athletic build, Chapman stands at 5'7" with broad shoulders.
    DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
    A menacing, stare-into-your-soul gaze, multiple battle scars over her body, ears pierced with metal studs, 'SNF' with the corresponding logo tattooed on her upper left arm.
    WARDROBE:
    Nonsensical and minimalistic, Chapman's wardrobe is more about the necessity and without all the bells-and-whistles. she is often found in muted or neutral colours.
    INVENTORY:
    A simple chain necklace that has her wedding ring threaded through, folded photo of her wife and son, revolver, bootstrap knife.
    FACE CLAIM:
    Viola Davis.
    ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩
    Personality
    Chapman can only be described as a no-nonsense and calculating woman who is highly pragmatic and intelligent. Cool and distant, it is no surprise she has a small friendship circle, with people finding it difficult to get to know her on a personal level. She is an individual that can be overbearingly domineering but it is all in the interest of protecting those around her. Definitely someone you don't want on your bad side - unless you have a death wish.

    POSITIVE TRAITS:
    Courageous, pragmatic, intelligent, hardworking, diligent, ambitious, steadfast.
    NEGATIVE TRAITS:
    Domineering, calculating, abrupt, harsh, scornful, rigid, aloof, cold.
    STRENGTHS:
    Combat training, dead-eye, leadership skills, interrogation skills.
    WEAKNESSES:
    Empathy, prior injury, technology.
    FEARS:
    Losing those close to her or under her care, failure in her job, rats.
    AILMENTS:
    Depression, insomnia and healing fracture to her tibia.
    ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩
    BIOGRAPHY
    Born on earth, Chapman has faced nothing but adversity throughout her life - yet she has persevered through it all. From a young age, she was filled with determination and ambition to succeed above what was expected of a girl from a poor, overcrowded neighbourhood. Thus, she buckled down and worked her ass off in school to become valedictorian and was offered a full-ride scholarship to a local university. However, it still wasn't enough; Chapman declined the offer and in a ballsy move, she applied for the SNF's military service.

    Chapman shot through the ranks and became a distinguished sergeant in no time for her continuous outstanding performance in missions. She demanded respect and damn anyone who crossed her. The aloof sergeant soon fell in love with activist and artist, Siana Juarez. Siana seemingly was the only one who could melt away the hard exterior of Chapman and finally filled a void she had always had. The pair married within a few months and even adopted a baby boy. Considering her impressive salary, Chapman was able to move her wife and son to Second Earth, even her parents who didn't agree with her marriage (or rather her sexuality). Despite working extensively, Chapman always made time for her family, raising their son, Markus, with nothing but love and acceptance.

    The next fifteen year of her life were full of cherished memories, medals and awards, climbing the military ranks and ended with the untimely death of her son. Killed in the infamous Second Earth Rebellion, Chapman demanded to oversee the new task force which was created to dismantle the organised group responsible for the rebellion. Her grief translated into obsessing over her new position with sleepless nights, working weekends and spending less time at home and away from her wife who was also grieving. Despite her success in running the task force which has captured and arrested several key players, Chapman was placed on forced-leave after her misconduct was revealed to her superiors (said misconduct is redacted from public records).

    Her marriage on the rocks and desperate to do something productive, Chapman jumped at the opportunity to lead the newly-appointed crew of the SS-Azael.

    SIANA JUAREZ (wife, forty-seven):
    An artist and activist, the pair met while Chapman was meeting officials on Mexico's space station. The rest is history, the pair being married for the past fifteen years which has been the best years of Chapman's life. She loves her wife dearly, yet after the death of their son, the two have become distant, with Chapman pushing Siana away with her bloodlust.
    MARKUS CHAPMAN (son, deceased):
    Their adopted son met his unfortunate end during the Second Earth Rebellion, only being fourteen years old during the incident. His death has fueled Chapman for revenge, while Siana is heartbroken and feels as though she has also lost her wife.
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VIRGIL GIUFFRIDA.






spirita incondita.


  • ❝ Do not go gentle into that good night; Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ❞​
    DE SECRETO;​

    FULL NAME: Virgil Jerome Giuffrida.

    NICKNAME(S): Mr. Giuffrida, (Big) V, Gil.

    AGE: Sixty years old (3rd March).

    GENDER: Cisgender male; he/him.

    SEXUALITY: Heteroromantic asexual.

    ETHNICITY: His father is of Filipino descent; his mother of Greek-Italian descent.

    ROLE: The Psychologist.

    OCCUPATION: He has devoted the two preceding years in retirement to working as a farm labourer. Although, as the Earth’s increasing heat lessens any remaining produce, Virgil succours the resident neighbourhood with other labour practices: plastering, plumbing, general renovating, and etcetera.

    HOME: Lazio, Italy (Earth).












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  • Dr. Lukas Zhivago












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yananovich borgov
















# the microbiologist




# hyuk jung










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  • walk with the noise
    IAMX




    01
    full name
    Yananovich Borgov
    02
    nicknames
    Yanan, Borgov

    03
    age
    Thirty-three (23.03.2119)
    04
    gender
    Cisgender Male
    05
    sexuality
    Pansexual
    06
    ethnicity
    South Korean, Thai
    07
    role
    The Microbiologist
    08
    occupation & home
    certified microbiologist working in the field or virology with a team; he lives within the russian space station
left
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ANGEL SONORO


the nurse.

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clarice li
















# forensic pathologist




# gemma chan










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서예슬




The Forensic Pathologist








































  • requisite.







    full name

    Clarice Li






    age

    38 years old






    gender

    cis-female






    sexuality

    demisexual panromantic






    occupation

    Forensic Anthropologist and Pathologist.






    Birthday

    June 20th















    visage.



    scroll




    height

    5'10"/177.80cm






    hair

    Dark brown, almost black; often tied up into a bun, seldom messy. When not in a bun, Clarice opts for a worn-down hairstyle tamed by a beanie.






    eyes

    Dark brown and mono-lidded with a thick band of straight lashes that rarely hold a curl. Under them are thin bags, discolored from her lack of sleep and overwork.





















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the field biologist.















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lia



dr.




ㅎㅎ














01.

full name




thalia "lia" baldwin








02.

age




thirty-one








03.

gender




cis woman








04.

sexuality




bisexual








05.

role




the field biologist








06.

occupation




researcher








07.

home




second earth








08.

date of birth




january 3rd 2121








09.

race/ethnicity




black/african-american




































  • emergence.



    i am offering myself to you
    not as a martyr or some selfless fool,
    but as a self-indulgent moth
    who actively pursues the light













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Nikki "Nuthatch" Wu​


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    * name
    varesh yohannan.
    * nicknames
    goes by var, doesn't object to yohannan.
    * age
    thirty-one.
    * d.o.b.
    15th of may.
    * occupation
    bounty hunter, occasionally privately contracted by the snf to carry out captures for financial reward. more often, he pursues bounties with no prior contraction to work independently and compete against other bounty hunters.
    * home
    united kingdom space station.







    cis male




    bisexual




    indian




    the bounty hunter















    * hair
    long, loose pitch-dark curls that reach the nape of his neck in an unruly crown of hair. he keeps a full mustache that tapers to the corners of his mouth alongside thick sideburns, a jaw-encircling beard, and scruffy goatee.
    * eyes
    with deep, dark, and reflective black irises, var possesses an unwavering gaze that carries a sense of solidity.
    * skin
    tawny beige with warm brown undertones, although the color becomes a waxy shade of olive when exposed to less sunlight. if not for the ample scars on his body and thick calluses spread over his palms, it would be easy to assume var has led an easy life. his face is free of serious blemishes, save for acne scars on his cheeks, and only moles dot his complexion.
    * build
    at 6'2" and weighing around 185 pounds, var packs lean muscle mass in a deceptively slim silhouette. his legs, however, are rather slender without the same tone as his arms, midriff, or back.
    * dist. features
    var is covered in scars, some no more than fine lines, some raised, and some thickened and painful. each comes with a story, but only two— one slashed at the base of his throat and one in an angry stroke on his right leg— come from close brushes with death. disregarding the scars he chooses to hide, his luxuriant mane of hair, aquiline nose, and style of facial hair are what people recognize him for.
    * wardrobe
    from body armor to sweatshirts to suit-and-tie attire, var always dresses appropriately according to the occasion. versatile as his wardrobe can be, his favored clothing will always be casual and come in a palette of dark colors, especially navy blue and shades of gray. still, despite aesthetic preference, comfort is important to him. functionality is important to him. coverage is important to him. as such, his sweatshirts and utility jacket are important to him.
    * inventory
    holstered in his belt, var has a standard semiautomatic pistol; a two-shot taser; chain link handcuffs; leg irons. tucked inside his pockets, a high-powered LED flashlight; a pack of batteries; a pack of cigarettes; a lighter; a printed photo of his bounty; nitrile coated work gloves; handheld plasma cutter.
    * face claim
    dev patel.


















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pers.



hist.



relat.



















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ERICK JENSEN
FAMILY MEMBER

FC: NIKOLAJ COSTER-WALDAU
POLICE PROPERTY















  • erick



    click the picture














    gymnopedie no.1



    by erik satie.

































    name


    erick jensen






    age


    forty-two - march 15, 2110






    gender


    male - he/him






    sexuality


    heterosexual panromantic






    ethnicity


    Danish






    role


    the family member






    occupation


    stay at home dad






    home


    kolding, denmark




































































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persona
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mitchell broscoe
















# the pilot




# anthony mackie










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Basics
persona
history
  • ID










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  • FULL NAME.

    > Avigail Moradi

    NICKNAME.

    > Avi

    AGE.

    > 36

    DATE OF BIRTH.

    > Janurary 12, 2116

    GENDER & PRONOUNS.

    > female, she/her

    SEXUALITY.

    > bisexual

    ETHNICITY.

    > Iranian

    ROLE.

    > the astrophysicist

    OCCUPATION.

    > astronomer, focus on physical cosmology

    HOME.

    > US space station
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— BASICS.
Name: Tyreese Jackson
Nicknames: Ty, TJ, T-Man
Age: 43
Date of birth: (remember the current year is 2152!)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race/ethnicity: African-American
Role: The Cook
Occupation: Freelance Gourmet Chef
Home: Earth

— APPEARANCE.
Hair: Bald, but his natural hair color is black
Eyes: Greenish Brown
Skin: Brown, rugged texture
Body/build: 6'5" 232 lbs, barrel-chested, rather balanced mix of fat and muscle.
Distinguishing features: Difficulty smiling, heavily calloused hands, has an often covered set of names tatooed on his chest, one large scar up his left leg and several smaller ones on his hands.
Wardrobe: When not clad in his usual chefs attire, TJ keeps his wardrobe minimal. As a result of his time in prison, he tends to gravitate to pants or worker's fatigues with numerous pockets for convenience. When not wearing shirts or sweaters, he keeps to muscle shirts in his downtime.
Inventory: Unlike most of his cooking tools, TJ does keep a thermometer on him due to an incident in his early career where he was left without one getting ingrained into his working habits. Besides that, he keeps the standard wallet and phone, both often kept secured in pouches hooked to his belt. When working he often keeps at least one wash-cloth on his person at all times.
Tiny-Lister-a1.jpgTommy lister Jr.

— PERSONALITY.
Personality: TJ's a man who likes to keep it straightforward, often times unwilling to beat around the bush for any reason. He's work-oriented, spending most of his time either working in his kitchen or maintaining it. When he's not working he's either exercising or getting ready for his next job, keeping extracurricular activities to a minimum. Beyond his need to keep busy, Tj works himself mostly to keep himself focused instead of giving himself to ponder on things too deeply. Unwilling to give into lamentations on the unforgivable mistake he made over twenty years ago, TJ constantly wages war with his own disgust for himself. This disgust sometimes manifests into bouts of rage that he keeps in check through rigorous work ethic, unwilling to give up entirely on himself while there's at least one thing he can do to atone.

Positive traits: Work Ethic, straightforward, Goal-Oriented, Organizational skills, Gourmet Pallet
Negative traits: Workaholic, Harsh Honesty, Prone to Tunnel Vision
Strengths: Kitchen Master, Surprisingly fluent Management skills
Weaknesses: Constantly struggles to suppress his emotions, most space station appliances beyond those related to Kitchens are beyond his expertise
Fears: Nearly constantly worries about his daughter back on Earth, Fears he might one day get overtaken by blind emotion and undo all the work he's done in the past few years.
Ailments: Occasional back pain he tends to relieve through a stretch and shoulder roll every now and then.

— HISTORY.
A real man takes care of his family.

That was the lesson TJ's father taught him as soon as he was old enough to walk. It was how a family of seventeen could live without starving in the densely populated landscape of Earth, hard-work and ruthless determination to keep your own walking without holes in their shoes or empty chasms in their bellies. At that point, TJ might not have been old enough to understand what his parents sacrificed to keep him and his siblings from going hungry like so many others, but by the time he was watching them lower his old man into his grave, he damn well had the lesson etched into his very being.

Before his father had passed, TJ was already aiming to be able to provide just as he was. And if there was one thing that could keep your accounts from running dry in the big city, it was having a skill you could market. Some of TJ's siblings followed in their father's footsteps, working together to form their own little construction company. Others took up craft jobs and transportation gigs, but TJ from a young age knew that his trade was cooking.

He'd had a knack for tasting, could identify flavors lost to most, and was able to recreate or enhance them before he was fully out of middle school. By high school he'd been cooking the massive family meals the Jacksons had been having for years. At first his parents had been helping him, but over time he became adept at basically acting as a one-boy, fully functional kitchen. This skill carried him through early adulthood, quickly becoming locally renown as an unrivalled come-up in the culinary arts.

It was that talent which allowed him and his first sweetheart to move from their hometown, travel somewhere they could more easily rely on his income to set up their own roots. Though it meant leaving his fiancé to deal with many portions of her pregnancy on her own, TJ couldn't slow down.

A man's gotta provide for his family after all.

Becoming a gourmet chef was more than just knowing how to cook a fine meal. A chef who didn't want to fall into the mire of other cooks dotting the world needed to be able to reach a certain level of prestige and notoriety. Without the funds that most of the more well off culinary experts had backing them, TJ had to work the jobs of four men at once. He didn't just cook, he maintained his kitchen, not trusting hired help to be able to give his appliances the care they needed to serve him. He took inventory, managed the accounts, hell by the time the work outpaced even his efforts he still only needed three extra hands not including the catering staff.

All of this wore him down to nearly nothing by the time he got back home, but he always had his family waiting to remind him what exactly all that effort was for. Every time his wife smiled and invited him to rest with her on a sofa, feeling the kick of his child occasionally when they snuggled, actually managing to punch a big enough hole in his schedule to be there in time for his daughter's birth.

Those reminded him of what all his work and stress were really for, what a real man could ever need in life.

Except when it didn't....

Except for when he didn't return home to the comforting welcome of his wife, when he instead found her with another man.

When he lost it all that night in a blind rage, and wound up sitting in prison for eighteen years on Manslaughter.

It was over that fifteen years that TJ realized he wasn't a real man, not in the ways that matter. His father had worked himself to death and he'd still had more time for his kids than TJ ever did. Hell, Mr. Jackson probably wouldn't have flown off the handle if his wife ever cheated on him, not that TJ ever thought his own mother would even be capable of such a thing. Nah, compared to his parents TJ was still just a kid pretending to be all grown up. Couldn't even handle raising one-sixteenth of the family they had.

Able to survive the stages of self-pity and regret, TJ recognized he still had purpose. He did what had gotten him close to his dreams before, he worked. He worked with a vigor that got him a few years of his twenty year sentence, eventually regaining his freedom and setting off to do what he had to.

In the years since his release, TJ's been working cooking gigs on space stations, donating massive portions of his income to his siblings specifically the ones caring for his daughter. Though he's far from the gourmet chef dream he'd had in his early years, TJ's become rather content with working whatever jobs would accept him given his resume.

Even a phony man should be able to provide something for his family, at least.


Relationships:

The Jackson Family- Tyreese has too many relatives to count, most running joint family businesses on Earth.

Raysha Jackson- TJ's daughter, currently cared for by relatives on Earth.

Haylee Jacson (Deceased)- TJ's wife and former Highschool sweetheart killed in a passionate rage over twenty years ago.

Jacob Einswell- Commercial Administrator for two different Space stations, TJ will cite his generosity as what got him his new chance in a kitchen after prison.
 
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❝

Floating, tired and lonesome
like I promised to be,
lost out at sea.





Lord Huron
















the field bio- logist



nadia.







full name

nadia gamya desjardins






nicknames

n/a






age

twenty-six






d.o.b.

08.15.2126






ethnicity

nepali






sexuality

heterosexual

































at sea


lord huron




















01.



visage

















body/build

A slight, slender frame, neither short nor tall. Her work (in combination with some light yoga) keeps her on her feet and allows her to build lean muscle. She’s never been one to fixate on her body.






hair


Her thick black hair falls just past her hips. Only twice in her life has she allowed her mother to trim the ends. Her hair is her most prized feature. Impermeable to moisture, it is usually worn in a carefully woven braid that runs down her back- especially when she is working.






eyes.

The rare, rain-soaked soil of her mother's tomato garden. That is, before it had been abandoned. Now, her eyes reflect the crisp, dead vines.






skin/features.

Even, sun-soaked brown. Her shoulders are spotted with the memories of freckles. Her palms are calloused with the hands-on activity of her work.






faceclaim

amita suman























02.



psyche









Nadia hasn’t lost the curiosity she was raised to have. However, she’s grown out of that child-like wonder in replace of something more… desperate. To Nadia, knowledge is power. There is nothing that will stand in her way in the pursuit of knowledge. She will utilize her smarts to honor her family above all else, to the extent of burnout and exhaustion because of her high expectations for herself. She pours her heart and soul into her work- that is the trouble with doing something she loves. With people, Nadia’s pursuit of knowledge also applies. She wants to understand the motives and moves of colleagues and superiors alike. Nadia feeds trust with trust- if the other isn’t willing to return it, she will gladly take it back. Perhaps she can be too trusting, but if you break this trust, it can be hard to earn this trust again. If you can coax her friendship, Nadia can be tenderhearted and fiercely loyal.

Strengths: Offering empathy, conservation and rationing, keeping others on track, her resourcefulness

Weaknesses: Easily bored, people-pleaser, her hair (it’s just SO long), shoes- she just hates ‘em

Ailments: Anxiety






positive traits

tenderhearted, calculative, trustworthy, passionate, determined






negative traits

reserved, judgemental, perfectionist, headstrong, pretentious






fears

anything happening to her sister or auntie, dishonoring her parents’ legacy, her Cat dying (he’s 26)


















03.



history









“Come wash up for supper,” Gamya called from the back window to her sister, Bhavisana. Gamya could see nin-year-old Bhavi's little face frown from halfway across the garden, in between the tomato plants. The slap of her bare feet was audible as she hurried across the stone steps.
“Look, look Gamya!” Bhavi opened her closed palms to reveal a newborn kitten, its fur still wet with afterbirth. Gamya wrinkled her nose, but after considering Bhavi’s quivering lip and her shaking hands and she tried to hold the kitten steady, she felt sympathy for the creature. Gamya turned to their mother, a slight look of pleading in her eyes. Mama gave a short nod of approval. Bhavi wrapped the kitten in a kitchen cloth and set it in front of the furnace, brushing the kitten’s fur with her own toothbrush.

//

It had been a strange dinner. Bhavi had insisted on keeping the kitten in her lap at the dining table ‘in case he needs me.’ Mama had shook her head in disapproval, and reminded her that the kitten could wait in front of the furnace for her to return. At that, Bhavi shoveled her dinner into her mouth and raced back the kitten as quickly as possible. Gamya couldn’t help but be amused.
Alone with her parents, a silence washed over the table. Papa wiped his mouth as a knowing grin blossomed from cheek to cheek.
“What is it, Papa?” Gamya asked, squinting in suspicion.
“Oh, nothing,” Papa winked, “it’s just that, we may have found a husband for you.”
“What?!” Gamya yelped, pushing her dinner plate away from her. She turned to her mother, that same cheeky smile plastered over her face.
“Yes, dear. Oh, he’s so handsome! You will love him,” Her mother said, clutching her napkin to her chest in glee.
“Would have been nice if you guys would have warned me ahead of time.”
“Oh hush, Gam. He’s french, you know. His name is Aadesh. Aadesh Giri,” Papa said.
“Giri? As in the Giri’s grandson?” Gamya asked.
“Yes, yes. He has grown up so much since the last time you saw him. He’s your age, twenty, and he goes to a prestigious university.He’s studying to be a biologist, if I recall. He already has committed to joining the French space station after he completes his degree.” Mama continued on and on with praise for this Aadesh. “He is the perfect husband for you.”
“Wow…” Gamya said, taken aback. She knew Mama was looking too far ahead in the future. Things could change between now and her marriage to Aadesh, should her parents confirm their engagement. Still, she couldn’t help but feel anxiety for her future. Would she move to the station? What about Bhavi? Would she stay here in their parents’ village, in the wastelands of Nepal? Perhaps she could convince her new husband to take Bhavi and her parents with them. It wasn’t safe out here . It was getting harder and harder to feed themselves even with their innovative planting techniques her village had adapted to the ever changing environment. The rains were more sparse, even up here in the mountains. She wasn’t sure how much longer the settlement would hold before Gamya and her family would have to flee to the inner city, behind the walls.
“Gam, your shaking.” Papa said, reaching out to grasp her hand in comfort. “Do not be afraid. Next week, we will meet with Aadesh’s family. We will take this step by step. All will be well.”
Gamya nodded, some of her fear subsiding as she reassessed the situation at hand. She tilted her head towards Bhavi by the furnace, giggling as she tried to drip goat’s milk with her fingers into the kitten’s mouth. The kitten suckled her little finger in earnest. All will be well.

//

With Gamya and Aadesh, it was truly love at first sight. Bhavi, finely dressed and dawning too much jewelry (she couldn’t decide on the turquoise shell necklace or the gold bangles, so she wore both), knew it too. Aadesh really was handsome- Mama wasn’t kidding. After a few shared kisses of greeting with Aadesh’s parents and grandparents, her big sister and her soon-to-be-brother-in-law took seats in the sitting room next to each other. They discussed all kinds of topics, such as Aadesh’s achievements at the University of Paris, Gamya’s excellent cooking, Aadesh’s fondness for gardening (“Really? Me too,” Gamya had said), Gamya’s new job teaching at the schoolhouse just down the road. Bhavi was quite bored, really. She hoped Cat was doing okay without her.
Cat had opened his eyes this morning. They were bright green, complementing his pale orange tufts of fur. He was getting bigger and stronger every day. This was good, but also bad. Soon, he would be too big to bring to school. She would have to bring him soon to show all of her friends before he got too big to fit in her coat pocket-
“Bhavi! Are you even listening?” Mama chastised her. “Come help Ms. Giri and I with dinner while Aadesh and Gamya have some alone time.”
Gamya and Aadesh shared a look between them. Aadesh smirked, raking a hand through his curly locks while Gamya rolled her eyes, trying to smother a shy smile.
Bhavi skipped off to join Mama.

// six years later //

Pirates had invaded the settlement upon learning of their location. Without laws governing the wastelands, the pirates had come to the village and stolen their children, their wives, their foodstuffs. They had destroyed their grain stores and gardens, taken their weapons and destroyed the schoolhouse.
Bhavi had barely made it out alive in the destruction of the schoolhouse. She had burst out of the classroom window and raced to her parents’ house to it cold and empty.She ran to her sister’s house, her bare feet slapping against the road. Bhavi, now 15, still had not grown fond of shoes.
“Gamya! Gamya, let me in!” She screamed, pounding her fists on the window. Gamya opened the door frantically.
“What is it, Bhavi? I just put Ehani to sleep-”
Bhavi burst past Gamya and Aadesh, who had been standing behind his wife, “gather your children, pack whatever you can. We’ve been invaded by pirates.”
Gamya, at first doubtful, took one look at her sister. They both knew this had been inevitable; it was just a matter of time. Bhavi was dead serious and scared. Bhavi. Scared. Gamya nodded.

//

Six-year-old Nadia tugged her wagon around her back garden, an attentive Cat as her cargo.
“Look at this, Cat,” Nadia whispered as she knelt to pick up a green, stick-like creature perched on a bean plant vine. She held the strange insect to Cat to sniff. What could it be? Papa would know.
Nadia had always been a curious girl. Her mother was an avid gardener, her father a research biologist who went back and forth between their village and the French station, and her aunt an animal lover. She was raised by a family of nature enthusiasts. Since Nadia’s birth, there hadn’t been a day that went by that Papa didn’t teach her about life, that she wasn’t elbow deep in the soil with Mama, that Cat hadn’t stopped by to go on an adventure with her.
“Stay here,” Nadia told Cat sternly. “I’ll be right back.
“Papa,” Nadia rounded the corner, slipping past a patch of potatoes. “Papa, what is this?”
Aadesh removed his glasses and smiled warmly at his eldest daughter. He loved everything about Nadia, but his favorite part was her exploratory personality- always eager, always wanting to know more.
“That, my love, is a praying mantis.” He answered, leaving his tablet on the rocking chair. Aadesh was always working, but he always prioritized his time with his daughter.
“Let’s put him back where you found him,” Papa said. He scooped up Nadia in his arms and they returned to find a patiently waiting Cat. Guiding Nadia’s hand with his own, they gently set the mantis onto the leaves of the bean plant.
Mama, carrying Ehani, and Auntie appeared on the porch.

//

Nadia raced to keep up with Papa, him practically dragging her behind him. Mama and Auntie had stayed behind to find their parents in the ruin of their village. Aadesh and Nadia dodged fleeing people. Blood washed the streets, screams carried on the summer wind. It was hard to tell apart pirate from villager in the chaos. With nothing left for the settlers to eat or farm, and their families slaughtered, the survivors had nowhere else to go but the inner city in Bharatpur. All who lived in the Nepali wasteland settlement knew that this time would come eventually, it was just a matter of when. Some could not afford to live in the big cities, others chose this lifestyle for personal reasons. Either way, there was no choice anymore more. Now, they could only pray they would be able to find housing in Bharatpur.
They made it to the edge of town.
They waited.
And when only Bhavi emerged, Aadesh knew what he had to do.
“Gamya told me to go. She said she would keep looking even if she had to search through the dust and rubble,” Bhavi yelled over the chaos.
Aadesh looked down at Nadia, her wide brown eyes staring back at him.
“Go, Bhavi! Now! Take your nieces.” Aadesh cried, newborn daughter into her arms. Ehani squirmed in Bhavi’s arms, her face as red as the ripened tomatoes of her sister’s back garden. Well, what was left of the garden. It had been destroyed in the raid. Aadesh knelt in front of Nadia, placing his hands on either of her shoulders.
“Do not be afraid. All will be well.” He said, clutching her a bit too hard, his face level with hers. She held no fear in her face, just like her mother. He pressed a kiss to her hair.
Papa stood and ran.

//

Fifteen-year-old Bhavi, six-year-old Nadia, and newborn Ehani fled to France in hopes to find refuge in Aadesh’s parents’ home. She knew that there was no point in trying to find housing in Bharatpur when the only thing she had been able to stuff in her backpack was Cat. It was a long journey, stowing away in cargo trains and river ferries, never getting a restful night’s sleep out of fear of pirates. Thankfully, Aadesh’s parents took the girls in without question.
Nadia and Ehani grew up in Paris, France. While Ehani couldn’t remember any of her past life, Nadia remembered the raid the most. Bits and pieces of her father and mother resided somewhere in the back of her mind, but for the most part, memories of her parents were kept alive by Bhavi. It didn’t take too long for Nadia to pick up the language. For Bhavi, it was much more difficult. The girls leaned on each other for support.
Aadesh had left a great sum of money for his daughters in wake of his death. Although it was never confirmed whether Mama or her grandparents had survived, it was clear Aadesh had not made it out when he hadn’t reported to the station. Bhavi used this money to buy an apartment for her and the girls, and Aadesh’s parents visited frequently. Bhavi set the rest aside for college, and set a secret fund aside in case the girls ever decided to leave this blasted Earth for a real chance at life.
In school, Nadia had excelled. Her determination may have stemmed from learning a new language in a foreign country, but Bhavi knew that it was all Aadesh and Gamya. Nadia excelled because Aadesh had taught her so much before the raid. Nadia had excelled because Gamya had embedded that hands-on attitude into her. While Ehani gravitated more towards the arts, becoming a gifted violinist and literature lover, Nadia was a biologist through and through, just like her father.
In the window box of their high-rise apartment, she planted a rich garden, despite the dry, hot climate of the first Earth. Nadia knew how to cultivate life wherever she went, no matter the conditions. Cat appreciated having all the plants around the apartment. He wasn’t particularly fond of going from an avid outside cat to a cozy inside cat, but he adjusted. And got a little chubby in the process.
Nadia went to the University of Paris to study biology and biochemistry. Her ecology professor presented an opportunity to study abroad in the Arctic in a conservation effort to rescue the ice cover of the north by measuring sea ice. After her expedition, she returned to the University of Paris to complete her PhD and work in the campus lab genetically engineering flowering plants to grow in the extreme conditions of Earth and resist the teeming insects, as well as publishing her work on a field expedition to the once-abundant boreal forests of Mongolia.
Last year, the biological team for the Republic of France invited Nadia to take the spot her father had once held aboard the space station. Bhavi and Ehani encouraged her to take it, and she did, with only slight hesitation. Could she meet the standards her father had set? What would her father’s friends expect of her?
For the past year, Nadia has been studying growth patterns and properties of flora aboard the station, working in both biological and biochemical areas. From genotyping, microscope work (spinning disk confocal is her personal favorite), PCR, etc, she does it all.
Again, she was hesitant at first to accept the proposition aboard the SS-Azael. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk the position, her father’s position, that she had worked so hard for.
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