[Center][h1][color=orange]V E R N A[/COLOR][/H1][/CENTER]
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[Color=orange]"I am Verna Amaryllis. 39 years old. Single with no children. My hobbies are... My hobbies...[/color]

Verna stared at herself in the mirror, her long wavy hair clung to her wet skin as she got out of the shower. She kept repeating the same lines to herself over and over again. [I]He[/i] said it should help her regain her sense of self-identity. She thought it was a load of crap.

She's been living in a unit ever since he saved her from that desolate place. Weeks passed, or has it been months? Honestly, Verna couldn't tell. She's been walking against the walls of her unit, her hands feeling the walls. It was small and a bit grungy, but she'd never felt more at home.

[Color=orange]"I was a linguistics professor at a university before I got reassigned to this project. Before that, I was-"[/color]

A murderer, and a good one at that.

She sighed and rubbed her face before running her fingers along her hair. She's been through countless missions, impersonated so many people, and lived under the shadow of lies more times than she could count. How was this so hard for her? Had she forgotten how to be a genuine person? 

In this day and age, what does being genuine even mean anyway?

Verna toweled herself and went to her room, loading up a holographic screen that showed details of her new identity, hopefully her last one at that. All the information she could read right now was provided by her; he helped made some tweaks here and there to make sure everything was believable.

Verna Amaryllis. Female. 39 years old. Single. Linguistics expert. 

She sat on her bed and looked at the picture of herself displayed on the screen. Hard to believe that everything could change in an instant, yet here she was getting ready for another mission. Shouldn't she be dead, or maybe burned under a thousand stars to atone for her sins? Was she even worthy of forgiveness? 

Maybe it's not too late, Verna could turn herself in to the galactic police, or if there's even something like that, and let the justice system do their thing. Maybe she could go back, try and save her kin from meeting a grim fate? 

Ugh, having a heart was so bothersome.

Noticing the time, Verna turned off the screen so she could dry her hair and put her clothes on. She wore a whitw turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a black suit she draped along her shoulders. She just let her wild wavy hair do its thing, but she did put on a necklace that looked like a snake was eating its tail. A fitting, teasing joke for herself.

Once there, Verna took a quick glance on the interior of the ship and the people she'll be spending a good chunk of her life with. She did her research on them but only skimmed through the details based on what she could find on them on the surface. She decided to take her time to get to know them better herself.

[Color=orange]"Hello."[/color] She said, her voice quiet and solemn like reading through a tribute for a dead person. [Color=orange]"Verna Amaryllis. I am a linguistics expert, have been for many years. My hobbies are... My hobbies are... creating stories. Yes, that. Also, since we will be together for the foreseeable future, you might as well know that I am a Telepath."[/color] She would pause and let her crewmates react however they wanted before following up. [Color=orange]"Rest assured I will not read your minds without consent. I have no interest in invading anyone's privacy. That is all. Thank you."[/color]