Full Name: Tessa Naaru Gender/Age: Female aged 26 Job: Pilot/Helmswoman Appearance: Tessa is about 5’8’’ with a slender frame and rounded shoulders. Despite her history she holds her head high, proud of herself as a pilot and person. On top of that head is shoulder length brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a face of underrated beauty. Her skin was once pale, but now tanned from the long days in the sun, and if she were ever to go back to the service her attire would be the standard grey trousers, black boots and grey jacket, but with a black shirt and no necktie, in memory of the Infinitum. Personality: Tessa is a bubbly character full of energy and youthful enthusiasm, which is surprising given her history. Tessa has a positive outlook on life and a piss in the wind kind of attitude, though at times she can be snarky and sarcastic. Nothing tends to faze her – though her recent past has made her less of a rock – and she doesn’t shy away from a challenge. She’s a daredevil, always pushing herself to the limit and trying to break the impossible. Background: Warning! Tessa's background is rather long so I put it in a spoiler so you don't have to read it if you don't want to Spoiler When Tessa was young all she ever dreamed about was being a pilot; from the first moment she set eyes on an airship all she could think about was soaring through the air and dancing in the sky. That dream possessed her with a devil may care attitude – always smiling in the face of danger and pushing herself until the adrenaline made her fingers numb and her heart come close to stopping. This ambition and bravery (some would call it stupidity) created a potent combination for Tessa and where many would see the point of no return, she would continue through and arrive on the other side. Sometimes safely, most times within a whisker of her life. It made her difficult to handle. Her parents couldn’t. Margery and Atlas loved their daughter with all their heart, but her adrenaline rush caused them more than a few heart attacks. So, with regret, they enrolled her in the Aeternian Royal Air Navy early in a cadet program and shipped her off to academy school. It was a compromise and Tessa got the chance of a lifetime, but the tears she wept would not be forgotten easily. The fact that her instructors were so strict made it worse. Their hearts had no remorse for they had seen it all before, another child out of thousands crying about their family. But Tessa was different and would not be bent by their will. She acted out, broke curfew, pulled pranks – one time she even stole a wingsuit and jumped off the twelve storey roof, cheered on by her peers and breaking her arm in the process. Mind you, she’s a lot better now. The instructors couldn’t handle her either and in their meetings they decided it would be best that she left the academy. All but one voted in agreement. The Commander of the school, Lord Admiral Barnaby Redford, felt that the girl should be given one more chance and proposed a solution. The very next day Tessa was invited aboard one of the training airships with the Lord Admiral himself and given the helm. In this moment the dream was a reality and every second was met with a smile so wide that it reached both sides of the bridge. Of course Redford could only smile himself – the kid was a natural. However there was a price. Redford told Tessa that she would not be allowed to pilot one again, not until she had corrected her ways and come of age. Suffice to say Tessa was straight as an arrow from then on. She finished her training top of the class and was recommended by every instructor at the academy. They wrote to Dorian Cromwell, soon to be the new Captain of the Infinitum, and pledged that he would be a fool not to have her as pilot. He accepted and she was made helmswoman, and six days later the unspeakable happened. Tragedy, the papers had said. Tessa had sat in her chair doing everything in her power to save the airship. She kept the Infinitum in the sky for as long as possible, allowing as many crewmen as possible to get to escape parachutes and wingsuits. However, when over three hundred people die there’s always an inquest. And there’s always a scapegoat. Negligence. Inexperience. A history of recklessness. She survived and was pulled from the wreckage, only to have the journalists hound her and her peers punish her. “It may have been a boiler malfunction but you should have acted sooner, raised the alarm quicker, done all you could to prevent this…” She tried to fight it but she was court martialled, humiliated and blamed for the deaths of hundreds. Eventually Tessa disappeared from existence to all be a trusted few. Now though she writes Dorian from time to time, discussing her travels in the southern jungles of Aeternia. He always knew the truth. Currently she transports cargo from village to village on her own one man air float, The Phoenix, taking food and fuel for payment. She says she misses her family and hopes they are well. Skills: Tessa is deathly accurate with a rifle, but since the incident she hasn’t touched anything to do with the Military. She is fantastic in the air with a wingsuit as well and has her very own yellow and black one. Misc: Her time in the jungle has left her as somewhat an expert with all things fauna. She’ll either be on the bridge, in her room or in the hydroponic greenhouse.