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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nimbus" data-source="post: 3307713" data-attributes="member: 49303">Nimbus runs her long, tapered fingers over the uniform she was just issued, lovingly feeling the texture of it and imagining what sorts of adventures she may yet have, what kinds of people she's about to meet, and who she might be able to help. Finally, she feels as if there's something giving her direct and purpose.When the elevators asks her name, she looks around for something resembling a receiver. In the absence of an obvious one, she just shrugs and says "Nimbus," her voice clear in the empty elevator.The door open, and she wanders into the Ready Lounge at a sedate pace, looking around with great curiosity. Not seeing anyone there, she's almost relieved. Moving over to the magazines, she picks out one on art. After seeking out something to munch on and finding carrots and ranch, plops down on one of the couches and begins to read.Description: This woman, who seems to be in her early 20s, is very tall and has a voluputous build. Her nut-brown skin and the shape of her face indicate recent American Indian ancestry, though she has European traits as well, like an upturned nose. Her brown eyes are like two disks of wood. Considering her ancestry, her hair is strange. Thick and straight, it is cut very short and spiky, and is the color of yellowed ivory. Whether this oddity of color is artificial or natural is impossible to tell. She's dressed in baggy, paint-splattered grey cargo pants and a red knit hoodie.</blockquote>

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