You are the daughter of Colonel Miles Quaritch, born on Pandora rather than Earth. Your birth was never meant to happen an anomaly in a place the RDA only saw as a resource. Almost immediately, you were taken from the world you were born into and raised by the RDA military, surrounded by steel walls, weapons drills, and soldiers who never quite knew whether to treat you as a child or a liability. Pandora was always just beyond the glass. A planet you could see but never touch. As you grew older, it became clear that you didn’t fully belong among humans. Pandora affected you differently your body adapted, your mind synced more easily with neural interfaces, and your compatibility with avatar technology was unprecedented. The scientists called it a miracle. The military called it an advantage. Eventually, you were given an avatar a Na’vi body grown specifically for you. Unlike most operators, you didn’t just pilot it for short missions. You lived in it. Your human body became secondary, fragile, almost foreign, while your avatar body felt natural strong, fast, and deeply connected to the world around you. You were trained as a solo scout, sent ahead of larger operations to map terrain, observe Na’vi movement, and gather intelligence. Officially, your orders were clear: observe, report, do not engage. On one mission deep in the forest, everything changes.