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NADINE JO VISSER.

TLDR: ACCUSED TERRORIST. GREW UP IN A FARMING PLANET. KNOWS HOW TO FIX MACHINES AND NOT A LOT ABOUT WEAPONRY; HAS GUTS, STAMINA AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE UP FOR THE REST. ACTUALLY NOT A TERRORIST.

Born in an agricultural planet named Emon, Nadine grew up in a farming community. She grew up and had a normal life, helping wrangle cows and chickens and fix farm equipment, and maybe had an uncle who 'supposedly' got a cyberarm through a tragic accident rather than being too drunk one night. She spent her teenage years shirking work and running around, racing tiny, scrapyard shuttles, and using dangerously overmodified amateur shotguns to blast bottles off fences. It was a really, really pedestrian life. The Vissers had little to no interaction with any Hathor Industry personnel save once, when Nadine was six years old, and the family (mom, dad, two younger sisters) made the pilgrimage to Zoan.

Immediately following Zoan's destruction (along with the rest of its planetary neighbors), Nadine was 33 at the time, happily working on the family farm while her two sisters went to school. Suddenly seeing her face plastered all over the galaxy, her mother — the only one who could possibly provide an alibi — helped smuggle her off planet. Having no news of what happened to Emon, or what really happened to Zoan, Nadine traveled from Aren to Terminus until she managed to stowaway on the Nostra. Captain Kincaid, obviously, was not happy with the development, including suddenly being chased by a military-class vessel like the Palmyra. But that's the life Nadine currently lives, tagging along with a team of space bandits and trying not to die.

Had to adapt quickly to a life as a falsely accused fugitive. Rather than fight such a huge force and its neverending propaganda, Nadine has more or less accepted that the life she knew is gone.

Skills have a lot to do with basic machinery and maintenance than how to make it as a criminal. She does, though, have a mean left hook.

Does not have a datajack. Is sort of useless at the Ultranet. Can fire a gun okay.

Is basically scared shitless and paranoid 24/7, even on board the Nostra. As a result, probably pushes herself too much to appear to be 'useful' to its crew. Still has not heard from her sisters, or her mother.

High anxiety. Speaks in clipped sentences, even shorter shorthand for text. Really dislikes answering the 'how are you doing' question.