<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Name: Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sexuality:  Bisexual<br/>Age:  17<br/>Nationality:  Finland<br/><br/>Kaija was among those rousing herself from a nap when the shuttle reached mount Kilimanjaro.  She looked out the window at first, enjoying the circling, but when people started talking her wide, dark, mysterious eyes regarded each seriously.<br/><br/>She wanted to speak up, but before she went to sleep she hadn't spoken a word of english for three weeks.  It wasn't that her grasp of the language was incomplete--after all, no one from foreign nations learned Finish--but that she switched codes slowly.  She could get by just fine in English or German--even carry on a basic conversation in Japanese--but if she tried to process languages simultaneously her brain would fall to the pavement and her tongue stumble over it and right into a ditch!  So she waited 'til she was sure all the dials on her grey matter were set to English before she spoke up.<br/><br/>"I'm Kaija, it's nice to meet you all.  In Finland we all do a few years of military service when we get out of high school. I was very lucky that I was able to do that service in space."  She clammed up then, a bit embarrassed to have even vaguely implied that the misfortune of the lost colonists was fortunate for her but, damn it, how else was a girl with a 2.7 GPA going to get into space?<br/><br/>Kaija was tall as many guys.  Maybe 1.8 meters, or six feet to put it another way.  She had chocolate colored hair and eyes like pools of liquid night. Her massive, yet somehow perky, cleavage was a wonder of the modern world in an almost non-existent top.  Muscular, curvaceous legs were sheathed in snug black jeans, and she wore Nike's latest brand of running shoes.