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Daiyu

Name Daiyu

Position Passenger


Character Information

Gender Female
Homeworld Unknown
Age ?

Physical Appearance

Height 158.0 cm (5 ft 2 in)
Weight 45kg (99lbs)
Hair Color Black
Eye Color Dark Brown
Physical Description Daiyu is a petite little woman whose appearance is worse for wear. Her face and body are riddled with scars and other signs of past torture that persist despite the obvious medical treatment she’s received. Her jet black hair appears thin and unruly despite regular brushing. Her hands are raw, calloused, and stained by years of tilling earth.

Family


Personality & Traits

General Overview Some days Daiyu is talkative, and some days Daiyu recoils from all human contact. She is not one to discuss the past or future. Her focus is always on the eternal now. As such, she often seems to list from moment to moment between shrewdness and incompetence. One consistent factor is her love for her aeroponic garden.
Strengths & Weaknesses +Green thumb
+Insightful
+Agile & Dextrous
-Eccentric
-Standoffish
Ambitions What are those?
Hobbies & Interests Tending plants, preparing food, sorting odds and ends, rhyming while wandering about her environment.

Personal History Daiyu’s clearest memories are of the St. Nicholas Monastery on Hera (named after the patron saint of sailors, merchants, archers, repentant thieves, prostitutes, children, brewers, pawnbrokers, and students). There she tended gardens, most of which were aeroponically designed due to the ubiquitously scorched earth. Founded the year after the U-War’s end, the monastery was a collaborative effort by the newly formed Alliance government, various corporate interests, and even religious elements to help bring Hera back from the brink of destruction. In the years since then, the Monastery has fallen to the back burner as tourists and industry have returned to the war-torn world.

For Daiyu, though, the Monastery was paradise. Anything before it was misery, half-forgotten memories of pain, abuse, and torment that the ministrations of the clergy in some way had managed to heal. The scars Daiyu carries on her body are not so deep as the ones in her soul.

Driven from the Monastery and sent on the run from unknown malefactors, Daiyu contents herself as best she’s able in the company of her newfound companions.
Service Record How might I be of service?