[center]Name: Destiny
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Half Lunairan-Half Human
Family: Her mother is deceased and her father is unknown.
Appearance:
[img]https://preview.ibb.co/cXTBqT/New_girl.jpg[/img]
Destiny was named by her mother, the woman stating that she was destined for greatness. She had grown up with just her mother as family, her mother working very hard to take care of her. She used to ask her mother about her father, yet the woman would work around the question, telling her she would talk to her about it when she was older. Her mother didn't take her out much for some reason. And when she did, her mother made her put contacts into her eyes. She didn't know why. She liked her eyes and thought they were pretty. Her mother used to tell her that it was to keep them safe, whatever that had meant.
It was when she was ten years old that things went down hill and Destiny finally understood. Many people didn't see Lunairans that day, the disease being spread by mainly ships. But there were a few stationed Lunairans that took to spreading it on the ground. One lived right up the street. She had been playing out in the yard with her mother when the ships came in. Her mother grabbed her and she saw a woman with luminescent purple eyes using some sort of machine to blow a mist into the air. She remembered this woman and was even someone she would wave happily to on her walks, though when she remembered her, the woman had brown eyes. It was then that the ten year old girl put together that this woman had been hiding her eyes, just like her mother made her do. Only, this woman had been hiding for more malicious intentions.
She and her mother hid away, waiting for the worst to come and go. Within hours, all Lunairans and all ships had departed, leaving the stunned humans survivors scrambling to put their community back together. 
As she and her mother helped where they could, Destiny couldn't help but think about her own eyes. She...had the same eyes as that woman. As those aliens. She came to the conclusion that, somehow, she was one of them. If only half that is, knowing her mother was a human.She had planned to ask her mother, to finally get her to tell her about the father she always failed to speak of. Yet, as she and her mother stood about, helping their neighbors, another lone ship came down, weapons blazing. She remembered her mother grabbing her and shielding her from the firing. She remembered her mother's scream, the sound of it forever planted in her brain.
It wasn't long before the lone ship was shot down, but the damage was done and her mother was dead. From there, things only went down hill further as the humans around her slowly went insane due to the virus. She could trust no one and found herself struggling. Especially when humans would see her eyes, thinking her to be a Lunairan. Many attempted to kill her for such a trait, and soon she found that she could trust no one. 
When she was twelve, she came across a bird. It was a strange looking bird that she faintly remembered to be a type of pet, though she had never seen one in real life. The thing was wary of her, but due to a broken wing, couldn't fly away. It had panicked when she picked it up, but she just kept attempting to calm it, letting it know that she had it and wasn't going to harm it, saying over and over 'I gotcha.' As she took care of and helped bring the bird back to health, it would over nuzzle her, repeating the very phrase she had first said to him, repeating 'I gotcha' to her. That was how her best friend Gotcha got his name. Things became easier then. Gotcha scouted for her, looking for any people and letting her know when a route was dangerous. She learned how to create traps to get capture wild animals for food and to protect her hideaways from intruders. This is how she has survived over the years and is doing very well for herself despite the sudden reappearance of the Luanirans.[/center]