<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/Jay.png/545px-Jay.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jay Asarde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mainhall place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Peoples, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Stuff<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the far back corner with a grand view of the entire room sat the slight yet oddly imposing form of a woman who had clearly been on the ropes more than a few times. Her battered form was something written in history now – the scripture of a full life written directly upon her flesh. Every scar told a story, every scar was a testament to her ability to persevere. Glacial hues peered out into the black listlessly, more interested in the vacant stars billions upon billions of light years away than the rusted grave yard directly below them.<br/><br/>Her elbow was propped upon the window’s ledge, giving support to the knuckles lining her jaw where it sat. Every new arrival or exit was caught on a glance from her peripheral – ever vigilant thanks to the undiagnosed PTSD that clung heavy to her since the loss of her entire crew on her last mission. Even the humanoids were suspect and gained more than just a short once over in the end – although the gold mirrored pair of aviators did well enough to hide that little factor.<br/><br/>In the ear facing away from the general masses was something akin to the modern day blue tooth and just as most little devices were good for this one was being used to play off a large array of different songs kept in the database of her wristcom. It definitely had to do with the subtle bobs of her head every once in a while, as well as the way her cracked lips seemed to wordlessly chant to some unheard mantra. Perhaps she wasn’t trying to cast some sort of dark demonic spell to summon hellfire and brimstone upon them after all.<br/><br/>While the others seemed keen to appear in uniform, Jay seemed to be sporting every day civilian clothes weren’t it for the ash blue coveralls that held snug to her hips. The upper half of those coveralls were left folded off her shoulders and into the waist band loosely, allowing the majority of it to hang loosely about her thighs. There was a backpack of knickknacks she’d brought along sitting in the seat beside her, one of the pull straps rolling between her fingertips as she toyed with it idly. For once she wasn’t rearing for action, for once she was actually glad she’d be joining as cleanup crew rather than one of the investigative squad. For once, her rank didn’t even matter and she even found herself relieved not to hold the burden of one. They could take all the time they wanted to send these people to their deaths.<br/>