LovelyAnastasia

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@CrazyShadowy She and that is the cool thing about perspectives: Miora doesn't know that, she's just making assumptions on looks, like most people usually do. And like most people, she's gotten the wrong impression of who he is. No offense meant, but, realistically, she is judging him based on appearance. Just like she did with everyone else XD Hence the nicknames XD

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@LovelyAnastasia I like your post, the nicknames are interesting. I read your characters voice in one of those Russian gang leader chicks, it's interesting given how she speaks and the way I read it. I wonder how well your nicknames will last, and how your character progresses.

@CrazyShadowy

Miora's interest in peaked.

Well, at least I am able to showcase her attitude accurately then XD

@CrazyShadowy I think she's scottish. At least, "ken" is scottish slang for "know."

@BurningCold

Miora is indeed a Scottswoman

But she is also a Saturian so the accent is thick and mixed with a little something else. But she is mostly a Scott.

@BurningCold That would explain a lot, I still read it in a russian mobster voice type thing. It entertains me very much to do so like that. Still wonder why I'm Mr. Sleep Sensitive. So what if my character was up all night due to fear, he needs some freaking rest!

@CrazyShadowy

Miroa's family is actually a big criminal family. So she's got that personality.

She's close enough to being a mobster, now isn't she? XD

They have a smuggling ring among the poor Saturn Moon mining ships. So her criminal background does come through then? Wonderful~ Ah, I am so glad~

And she calls him 'Sleep Sensitive' because she thinks he tired himself out with his own nerves. And she thinks it shows his weakness of mind. *nervous sweats* She is rather critical of people, so I apologize for her rudeness. I thought a rough and rumble personality, juxtaposed with an image that was completely the opposite in such a way, would make things more interesting...

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Miora Sphere: Pilot and Rather Disappointed

Mood Music

_{Mentions: Gera & Doctor Metal @BurningCold, Horror Girl @The1Rolling1Boy, Mr. Sleepy Sensitive @CrazyShadowy, @Kaiachi Ms. Nervous Giggles, and @FortunesFaded Mr. Mountain Lion}

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Miora's red lips lost their humor, fading into a downturned frown with dulled eyes as she looked over the non-responsive crew that was trickling in. Well, at least one of them seemed to have ears. Everyone else seemed...boring. Flat. One-dimensional. Totally below average. Great. This journey was going to be long, wasn't it? Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked at the wiry man, raking him over with her burning gaze. 'Old fashioned' huh? Well, at least he had a bite to him. She grinned.

"Oh, so yer the co-pilot then, are ya?" she looked him over with blade-sharp eyes, hands on her hips, though her head didn't quite come up to his chin, "Aye, I suppose ye'll do." She gave a curt nod. "At least yer more awake than this lazy lack-witted lot," she grinned, those words being as close to a compliment as her sharp tongue usual got, "Gera, huh? Well, I got a few rules, as I am sure ye do as well. And since we'll be flyin' together, I hope we can at least set up a decent f*cking system." She held up a finger, getting close to him, head turned up almost as if she were scolding him...or seducing him.

"Donna go faintin' on me or nuthin', ye ken? I can't stand that sh*t. Don't touch my seat or anythin' therefore attached to it. And most of all:" she grinned slowly, rolling the cigar in her other hand a bit as she leaned back, placing the scolding hand on her hip and tilting her head up haughtily. "Donna go gettin' butthurt about nothin' I say, ye ken? I donna hate no one and I donna pick on no one. I jus' like using more interestin' words, yea? Keeps things fun." Tipping her head to the side slightly, she gave him a lazy almost downright devilish wink.

And fun was something they were going to need, by the looks of this crew. Her gaze went around the room once more. Some gloomy looking guy with overly intelligent eyes and a duffle bag. Creepy kid-like girl blue hair hugging stuffed animals (Miora shuddered; she thought stuff like that was like something out a horror movie). Confused meathead who was probably so locked inside his head that he had to close those eyes of his and try to sleep, ordering whoever heard to wake him when it was time to get debriefed. A woman with nibbled on nails who was standing up against a wall, most likely trying not to faint from the looks of how nervous she was. That and the two soldiers, this crew was looking less like experts and more like a random assortment of weirdos and loons. Her included. She chuckled to herself and shook her head.

"At least we ken the ship will be a working high class beauty, even if the rest of us aren't even close," she scoffed lowly, knowing Gera would probably be the only one to hear the rather rude comment. But she liked being rude. It kept things interesting. A man entered, looking every inch the awful cookie-cutter military man he must be. Her burning dark eyes hit him like a laser on target. And they stayed there too, following him as he moved like a predator through the slowly enlarging group.

Rolling the synthesized cigar in her fingers once more, she put it up to once more smirking red lips. Wisps of scentless smoke-like vapor trailed from her mouth like a dragon licking its lips in anticipation. Something fun to play with, was written all over her face. Almost like the look she had when she had seen the Sentinel, the classy freighter she'd be in charge of pushing to it's young limits. She felt like she could relate to the ship, much like an owner could relate to their pet. Somehow the two just paired well. Her and Mr. Mountain Lion though... Well, they'd just have to see, now wouldn't they?

And with Gera, the smart-mouth co-pilot, there to lend all his skill (which she was fast coming to trust, due to those first biting words he had smoothly laid out), at least they could believe in getting to their destination as fast as possible. In one piece and without damage... She looked the crew over once more and frowned. Well, at least they'd get to their destination as fast and as efficiently as possible.

"It ought be interestin' anyhow," she scoffed to herself, then smirking at Gera as if letting him in on a secret joke.

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@BurningCold Oh no I know that XD I just thought it was funny. Miora wouldn't though XD She likes her smoking too much, just like her flying.

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miora vapes

@BurningCold

Synthesized cigars that spew vapor are the only way she'd be allowed to smoke on her ships in space XD

Miroa: "And if ye got sumthin' wrong wit it, take it up wit me 'n my fists, sweetie!" *winks and laughs*

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Miora Sphere, Pilot and Ballbuster At Yer Service

Fastest pilot to graduate as a child of the Saturn Moon Mining Ships. That was what she was known as. No mining kid had ever beat the test, much less out flown every single applicant in her division. But flying fast was as easy as breathing for Miora. It was her one and only talent. And she'd fight anyone who tried to take something as precious as that away from her and treat her as some outsider who was beneath them.

Just ask anyone who had crewed up on a ship with her as pilot. She couldn't socialize properly with others if her life depended on it and she certainly couldn't back down from anyone who challenged her skill. It was all she had, her skills. With a family of miners, the bar had been set low since she was born, but it didn't make it any easier to claw her way up the ladder to piloting her own ships. Well, other people's ships. The direction-velocity command desk area was the one and only thing that she was able to stake claim of. And she had a right hook that almost alway landed in the center of her target to prove it. Bloody noses were not uncommon when she was at the helm.

Miora was on the shorter end of the spectrum, curvaceous and clad in tight but breathable pleather body suit, a chrome belt hanging tilted on her hips. When she walked, one foot in front of the other, she seemed to saunter like a shark swimming through the water. And in that rosy red mouth of hers a fat synthesized cigar balanced on her smirk, letting out threads of scentless smoke to follow behind her like enchanted ghosts. A hand on her hip, her Earthen fifties style was out of place and more than a bit odd. But that was how she liked it. Let everyone watch her, move to one side and stare. She'd show each and everyone one of them what a child of Saturn's mining ships could do.

Taking the cigar from her mouth between two slender fingers crowned with perfectly manicured nails, she grinned her wild haughty grin. "What ye pickerin' at, ladies? Wake yer a**es up, this ain't no pony show," her throaty voice held every drop of dry amusement that her being was made of, dark gaze jumping between the three people already there waiting for the assignment to be debriefed. So far a girl and two soldiers. Well, this ought to be interesting, to say the very least. And if they had her as their pilot, they needed to get where ever they were going and fast. Twirling her cigar between her fingers, she stood before the trio gathered like a leisurely cat staring at mice.

"Well, I doubt ye ken where yer headin', considerin' all three of ye put together make a brain and a half," she chuckled looking over each other them, but her eyes taking on almost a glare as she looked at the solider types, "But ye can trust I'm the best te get ye there at breakneck speed."

She gave them a wink then, laughing heartily and fit her fat cigar between her teeth. "Yer no' gonna' like me, so listen well," she tipped her head back, "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"

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Name: Miora [pronounced 'mai-o-RAH'] Selag Sphere

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Profession: Pilot

Nationality: Scottish, The Commonwealth

Birth Planet: Mining Ship of Saturn

Appearance: She's odd looking, to say the least. She likes to do her hair and makeup like she was some sort of Golden Age of Hollywood actress or at the very least, a cigarette girl from the time. She's always got a hypoallergenic non-toxic cigar (Gold Band brand, thank you) either in her hand or in her mouth. She always wears fancy earrings, as if badges to prove that she has clawed her way up to a nice life and a comfy salary, something a lot of Saturn Mining kids don't get. Her clothes are classic, tight black, the breathable material, of course, since piloting trigger-happy lunkheads is a bit stressful. Curvy, on the shorter end, and always wearing a smirk, Miora is someone who either amuses you or ticks you off. There is often no in between.

Strengths:
+ Smart as a laser whip
+ Fast reaction time
+ Stubborn as hell
+ Defensive fighting
+ Can run in heels
+ Resourceful

Weaknesses:
- foul mouthed and foul tempered
- possessive and quick to punch people in the face
- suspicious of anyone who's job is using a gun
- rebellious at times
- somewhat arrogant
- wears non-regulation clothing

Personality:
Brash, blunt and generally offensive to the more delicate sensibilities, she's got a foul mouth and she loves to get as colorful as possible. At most she has one big giant rule: do not touch her stuff. She is rather possessive about the things she had earned in life, likes to take care of them, and does not appreciate other people messing them up, thank you very much.

History:
Being born of smugglers and distributors isn't uncommon when you come from the Saturn moon mining ships. And growing up in small quarters with subpar conditions is also rather normal in those ships. Everyone was taught either their parents' professions or they bug another crew member enough to apprentice. But to become a pilot... Miora was hardly expected to pass the test, much less become one of the finest pilots bred of the Saturn mining fleet. Of course her wild upbringing fed her wild card reputation among the more mature and level-headed pilot apprentices. But it was her fire and instinct that got her to where she is today with a more than generous salary and an amusing reputation as being someone to fearlessly punch any nose upturned at her. But once loyal to someone, it is tougher than steel to break. But cross her and you'll find her tongue is sharper than the teeth of a hellhound. Mama would be proud.

Family:
- Father, Ship Gunner, Illegal Smuggler
- Mother, Miner and Engineer, Illegal Distributor
- Sister, Miner and Scientist, Legal Straight-laced Goody Goody
- Sister, Ship Gunner and Miner, Illegal Smuggler

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Name: Miora [pronounced 'mai-o-RAH'] Selag Sphere

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Profession: Pilot

Nationality: Scottish, The Commonwealth

Birth Planet: Mining Ship of Saturn

Appearance: She's odd looking, to say the least. She likes to do her hair and makeup like she was some sort of Golden Age of Hollywood actress or at the very least, a cigarette girl from the time. She's always got a hypoallergenic non-toxic cigar (Gold Band brand, thank you) either in her hand or in her mouth. She always wears fancy earrings, as if badges to prove that she has clawed her way up to a nice life and a comfy salary, something a lot of Saturn Mining kids don't get. Her clothes are classic, tight black, the breathable material, of course, since piloting trigger-happy lunkheads is a bit stressful. Curvy, on the shorter end, and always wearing a smirk, Miora is someone who either amuses you or ticks you off. There is often no in between.

Strengths:
+ Smart as a laser whip
+ Fast reaction time
+ Stubborn as hell
+ Defensive fighting
+ Can run in heels
+ Resourceful

Weaknesses:
- foul mouthed and foul tempered
- possessive and quick to punch people in the face
- suspicious of anyone who's job is using a gun
- rebellious at times
- somewhat arrogant
- wears non-regulation clothing

Personality:
Brash, blunt and generally offensive to the more delicate sensibilities, she's got a foul mouth and she loves to get as colorful as possible. At most she has one big giant rule: do not touch her stuff. She is rather possessive about the things she had earned in life, likes to take care of them, and does not appreciate other people messing them up, thank you very much.

History:
Being born of smugglers and distributors isn't uncommon when you come from the Saturn moon mining ships. And growing up in small quarters with subpar conditions is also rather normal in those ships. Everyone was taught either their parents' professions or they bug another crew member enough to apprentice. But to become a pilot... Miora was hardly expected to pass the test, much less become one of the finest pilots bred of the Saturn mining fleet. Of course her wild upbringing fed her wild card reputation among the more mature and level-headed pilot apprentices. But it was her fire and instinct that got her to where she is today with a more than generous salary and an amusing reputation as being someone to fearlessly punch any nose upturned at her. But once loyal to someone, it is tougher than steel to break. But cross her and you'll find her tongue is sharper than the teeth of a hellhound. Mama would be proud.

Family:
- Father, Ship Gunner, Illegal Smuggler
- Mother, Miner and Engineer, Illegal Distributor
- Sister, Miner and Scientist, Legal Straight-laced Goody Goody
- Sister, Ship Gunner and Miner, Illegal Smuggler

Event Horizon

*coughs*

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Okay I tried XD I hope I got everyone and got all the correct people