<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/3KyVFJ4.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Aria Riversong (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1kcSKF8ZpejDBAzAEUoiEomXw94htTcCYLZ_WTcT3f1c/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>51 / 51<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy) w/ a status debuff of a cat sitting on her shoulder.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 20 (Flat Footed 18)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 19<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 20<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Noteworthy Features :</strong>Body is cloaked with a black cloak.  Beaming red eyes with little bits of yellow corroding her eye colors. Pure white hair. There is a blaster pistol at the woman's hip. There is a cat on her shoulder.<br/><strong>Tag :</strong>General tag<br/><br/><hr/>Aria didn't have much experience upon commanding a ship. Nor did she trust herself to handle any station. In all her experience, everyone else did that for her. She would sit down and meditate. Trying to influence the force to give them safe passage. But then the small creature nestled at her neck. Her eyes soothed. Calmed. Aria's ancestors were sble to command beast and be like partners and comrades with even the most feral of beast. When Aria discovered that from her new master. It was discouraging to see even the birds run away from her. But now this little creature was resting upon her. She felt... Relieved. She wasn't that far gone.<br/><br/>And before she knew it, they were out. Feelings of doubt and frustration would come for her. She was unable to, even with the force, help her comrades on this task.<br/><br/>But the cat was comfortable on her neck....<br/><br/>She could be thrown off this ship for her uselessness<br/><br/>... But cat.<br/><br/>The cat would get pet. Having won over the negative emotions.