Thank you!
Name: Aya
Age: 15
Species (human/alien): Alien
Gender: F
Job on the ship: None
Appearance (you can faceclaim if they're human): short but lean, pitch black skin with stretchmark-like tags of a light grey going on powder blue. Big eyes of the same colour as her tags, frizzy lower back length white hair.
Clothes: white tube top, white pencil skirt, barefoot
Personality: soft and considerate. Decisive and rational. Intelligent and mostly quiet. Sees the best in people but only gives them one chance. Not quick to forgive but diplomatic about her grudges.
Background (optional): will be developed
Other: the local translator, speaks English
You're good at this, would you mind starting?
((I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY)
The hollow beeping echoed through the steel halls, bouncing all the way down to the rec room where Damon sat, half asleep.
He jumped, falling off his chair as he grabbed at the air. He barely heard the beeping through his pained groaning, but the second it got through the fog in his brain he was on his feet and running.
"ANYONE!" he shouted, racing towards the bridge alone and unsure who was currently awake. "BRIDGE, NOW!"
{You're fine lol!}
Jackie was awoken by sounds of distress. Disturbed and concerned, her eyes popped open, and almost immediately she was on her feet. "Hello?" She called, trying to find whoever had been calling as she ran. "Who needs help?
Damon slowed for a moment, only to call back out. "Just get to the bridge!" he yelled, stop speedwalking as he made his way over.
