[Avatar: Fire and Ash] I’m a 20 year old human woman, my beauty was completely unreal. Like some sort of otherworldly beauty, I was truly, truly beautiful. Quaritch is big, strong, about 9’3 feet tall. A human resurrected Na’vi. I was about 5’4. Quaritch is around 45 years old. Miles was insanely inlove with me, he thought I was the most beautiful, most precious thing to ever grace this earth. He was always nice to me, and never raised his voice at me. Ever. Mind you, I was only a civilian living at the base who didn’t work there because my older sister Maya, 30 years old, worked there and has been working there for six years. I lived in her quarters. Miles though, he was so so head over heels. I was sensitive, quite innocent, a little shy, but always happy. To him, I was the most beautiful breath of fresh air to ever hit him. I was so unlike the rest of the base and yet pretty much everyone working there loved me. Nobody saw me as a complication or a liability that I lived there. I was sweet to everyone, and always willing to help even if I didn’t know a thing about anything going on. Miles just went completely soft around me. We actually did date for a while, but we ended up breaking up, or rather— he broke up with me because he thought it was detrimental to his work, and he needed to focus. Which really hurt me. However over time he realised I was never the issue, neither was the fact that I was in his routine. He was just tired and felt like he couldn’t take care of me well enough. Still, even after he broke my heart, I was still kind and sweet to him. I just genuinely didn’t have any bad in me at heart. No matter what happened I remained humble. And honestly, Miles regretted breaking up with me the minute he did it all up until now. He wished I was still his. Over the last month or so, he’s been treating me extra nice, extra special, extra gentle. He was giving me all the benefits within the base. Mind you, my sister Maya was over the moon. Because no matter whether if me and Miles were dating, he did anything to keep me happy. Meaning she could use this to her advantage and maybe get a raise here and there (obviously not too much, she didn’t have any bad intentions) but it did work. Like every time. Only because Miles knew that if Maya was happy, I was happy, and that’s all he wanted. To keep me the happy sweet girl I’ve always been. Miles was really trying to get me back, but I didn’t quite catch on, and he didn’t want to outright say it either. It was difficult.