<strong>Username</strong>: Caela<br/><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Kayla "Nike" Lewis<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 27<br/><br/><strong>Role</strong>: Pilot<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'6<br/><br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Blonde, varies in length from the middle of her back to a short bob up by her ears depending on when she gets tired of it and has it cut off.<br/><br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Dark blue<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kayla1</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ks1.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kayla2</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ks2.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Straight<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Kayla is stubborn, smart, competitive, ruthlessly honest, trustworthy, and utterly loyal to those she gives her trust to. She can be a pain in the ass but she has a nasty habit of being right, and getting her way. While she can seem a bit stern and off-putting at first she's also kind and loves to entertain others with card games and playing her fiddle on quiet nights...and really, when aren't they quiet in the cold vastness of space?<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>: Kayla Lewis was born the daughter of a fighter pilot and a teacher. From a young age her mother was already working on teaching her the basics and her father was using navigation, star charts, and maps as a means of improving her math skills. Making a game out of it, she grew up loving plotting courses, making map, finding things her Father would hide for her. She had no idea he was doing it until she was older, but he was using his "games" to groom her into a pilot, and a soldier, like he was. He taught her to shoot, to track, to hunt, to follow orders under pressure and he made sure that she spent every spare minute, when it was allowed, around planes.<br/><br/>Her mother softened those early lessons with lessons of her own. Giving her an appreciation of music, art, dancing, even teaching her how to sew, when she was young, as a means of improving her fine muscle dexterity. It was her mother who took her for long walks in the woods collecting flowers, leaves, nuts, berries, and anything else of interest they came across that she could show off to her father later. To this day she has a book full of different leaves and pressed flowers that she and her mother collected together.<br/><br/>As an adult it was no surprise to anyone that she joined the military and went to flight school, like her Father. With all the training he'd given her as a child and a teenager, she was a natural in the cockpit. She had a preference for fighters, anything that let her go fast really, but there were few things with wings that she couldn't fly which earned her the call sign "Nike" after the Greek Goddess of victory.<br/><br/>When the short lists were made for pilots for the interstellar ships, it was no surprise that her name was on it, or that she accepted. They were large and cumbersome and wouldn't give her the speed she craved, but what greater adventure could there be than heading out into the unknown? Besides, the alternative was to stay and end up dead. It had been bitter saying goodbye to her parents but both had taken themselves out of consideration for the journeys. They had agreed that they were both past child-bearing age and once any ship found a home, children were going to be an absolute necessity or the human race could very well die out anyway.  She had understood their reasoning, but no one could make her like it.<br/><br/><strong>Skills/Hobbies</strong>: Her skills are varied, her parents saw to that. The relax, though, she enjoys drawing/painting, reading, playing the fiddle (she'd never liked the more dignified violin music preferring the more lively fiddle tunes), dancing, playing poker, pool, and even sewing...though the last she won't admit to, still you'll never find an uneven hem, or a tear in anything she owns.<br/><br/><strong>Starting Gear</strong>: Being a pilot she doesn't need a lot in the way of "gear". She has her military issued sidearm and the bunk that is her's when she's "awake" has some small mementos of her family. Pictures of her parents, the book of pressed leaves and flowers she and her mother had made, a map she and her father had made together, her fiddle, a few small pots of paints, a sketch pad and pencils and a computer pad downloaded with every book her parents, and their friends, could think of putting onto it. In truth the last contains a small library of everything from classical novels to corney romances, to historical documentation and autobiographies. If any of the teachers in cryo got a hold of it, they'd probably be jealous.