Name: Nierne Jayet Vektor
A light brown complexion, Nierne’s skills and job requires her to have a sharp mind and body especially if the situation turns sour. Short and tightly curled deep crimson brown colored hair so dark it looks black at first glance, it puffs up in a small bunches that hand a short distance about her face’s square frame. Her eyes are hooded and bright with thick lips, usually turned up in a bright smile or sober expression. Another notable feature-a strict reason she wears contacts or shades outside the ship- is her bright blue eyes. An inherited trait from her mix racial heritage, they standout in her mind making ID easy hence better blend in with her line of work then stick out. Her body isn’t a toothpick; it holds curves and muscles with a bit more width in her hips then most woman of athletic built.
Nierne wears a simple tight jean material pants that trace down into mid-calf boots, worn and grimy from constant use. Held up by a black belt with a simple metal buckle, her dark shielded goggles for her engine work are strapped to her side as well as depending on the job would anything from tools to weapons or money. Her top is a thin material that fits nicely over her shoulders and along her chest, showing her curves while retaining a sturdy look with the long sleeves rolled up to the crook of her elbow and the neck collar pushed down. Along her neck is a choker, black onyx and pretty basic it was only thing her mother owned that held more than money worth value. Along with her normal shades over her eyes she looked like an everyday labor with a thick brown duster for all types of weather.
Sarcastic towards stupidity, blunt, and energetic, Nierne is the type of gal that is more likely to walk up to a person if something about them catches her attention. Usually friendly, Nierne can be loud and teasing in an environment that she’s quite familiar, knowing the ins and outs of the whole structure before she settles in officially makes her this way. Though once out in the field her demeanor changes. The woman becomes hard to read and almost like stone, straight to business type during a set goal. She lives by her own set of rules which for the most part seems to help in keeping the crew alive, especially if it’s Jerome. She’s not afraid to make waves if she feels pressured and roped into a situation by her well known peers then her spit fire like temper lashes out like a coiled cobra with spur of the moment words and hand gestures whiplashing the air as she talks. At this point if logic is tossed in against her then it’s possible to get her tongue tied pausing her brain in vain to find the loophole until she stomps off with a huff to do what is wanted of her. No one can get her to do something she doesn’t want without an argument save for Jerome when he speaks her full name, simply because he can make her life hell as equally as she can his so why dry the already steaming pot?
Nierne likes to refer to herself as a scout, the type of woman that is often turned loose into the field for any number of reasons that range from supply buying to scouting out the layout of the cities in needs of quick retreats. Someone had to do it or their chances of survival were pretty low.
Nierne was born on Mars, a revolving station high above and a dirt red planet beneath. Her life was served living out in the growing communities for the population’s survival as her widowed mother hashed out her living selling their grown crops. It was tough as Nierne watched her mother toil and struggle as the time went on until at age of sixteen, her mother breathed her last breath and died doing what she had all her life: growing food. This was when she grew to love being independent as she quickly put what little knowledge she had into the work she knew.
At the age of eighteen, she did want or even expect to find it. Love. It struck her like a hot ray of the sun’s warmest beam, striking her dumb and head over heels from the moment she laid eyes on him. Working on one of the old rovers that crossed the surface, she couldn’t stop her feet from walking as Nierne soon found herself hovering over him. Bright blue eyes locked in tracing interest on his work until he turned to notice her stares, making an awkward silence. Everything would seem to have gone down hill yet it seemed someone was looking out for her, that same looked seemed to linger in his at least she liked to think it did when she looked back. Her head held a basket made of discorded and worn material recycled into a useful container for a small portion of her produce. They were never parted since.
It was years later, their love deeper and as fresh as ever despite their personality flaws, that they first spoke to his family. A event made a face to face impossible, the intercom blared with Jerome’s mother’s worried but calm voice as the first to reach out. She had nothing to lose but a plot of rented land and crops but nothing to benefit him, it was reject on the first mention of her history. Their words were harsh but her temper flared far greater while before her husband could speak-to chide or hush his folks- Nierne made it clear that despite their views that she loved their son. No force on heaven, Mars, Ganymede, or hell was going to keep her from doing so. With a rough turn of her heel, she darted out in a huff.
Shortly after they were hitched to one another. It was blissful for a time, being a stay at home wife and tending to the duties that didn’t require much effort. He was twenty-six and she only twenty-two, a happy pair that spend their lives in the rented area on Mars that she spent most of her life going up in. Sadly normal life ended in one short and sweet year. Nierne was arrested at her home, Jerome gone at work, and placed into prison for no reason it seemed at all. Time didn’t seem to exist where she was at and the sight of her husband rushing up to meet her was the greatest gift she ever needed. He was knight in shining armor as the ship came abrupt halt, stopped in its tracks and they in turn fled. Everything happened so fast that it was hard to register anything other than run and wasn’t until the danger had passed that she let it all flow back with smile before kissing Jerome deeply that day.
Since then they depended on one another to overcome the difficulties and survive, she had changed from the timid young thing to something better. In time, their path lead them into the crew of the Back Alley ship where to the current date, they stay with.