TearsoftheWorld
Radical Dreamer
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Name: Misaki
Class: Pilot
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 42 kg
Measurements: 93-54-84 (cm)
Age: 18
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Misaki is one of the youngest pilots in the Royal Air Squadron. While not the most confident flyer, she has abilities normal pilots can only hope to achieve. Orphaned at an early age, Misaki had aspirations to became a teacher... until she was called in for service two years ago.
The Royal Air Squadron maintains a peacekeeping force throughout a few star systems, and for the most part their pilots do routine jobs and exploration. The squadron Misaki was assigned to, however, do more covert operations... and so they are considered the elite of the elite.
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Silence is pretty much all Misaki could hear. She zoned out into her own world as her ship steered itself towards the fuel station. Her last mission was a doozy, and she was utterly exhausted. Thankfully after this run she had at least two days off to relax, and she planned on it.
"Welcome home." a voice sounded in her head. Opening her eyes, she turned off auto-pilot and docked the ship.
"Thanks." she said into her reciever as she removed her helmet, still strapped into her seat.
Class: Pilot
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 42 kg
Measurements: 93-54-84 (cm)
Age: 18
http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r108/elvenchild03/a.gif
Misaki is one of the youngest pilots in the Royal Air Squadron. While not the most confident flyer, she has abilities normal pilots can only hope to achieve. Orphaned at an early age, Misaki had aspirations to became a teacher... until she was called in for service two years ago.
The Royal Air Squadron maintains a peacekeeping force throughout a few star systems, and for the most part their pilots do routine jobs and exploration. The squadron Misaki was assigned to, however, do more covert operations... and so they are considered the elite of the elite.
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IC
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Silence is pretty much all Misaki could hear. She zoned out into her own world as her ship steered itself towards the fuel station. Her last mission was a doozy, and she was utterly exhausted. Thankfully after this run she had at least two days off to relax, and she planned on it.
"Welcome home." a voice sounded in her head. Opening her eyes, she turned off auto-pilot and docked the ship.
"Thanks." she said into her reciever as she removed her helmet, still strapped into her seat.