Felicity Nova, 25 female soldier from Earth

You take a deep breath and stretch your arms above your head as the class ends. You're a bit shorter than the average woman but you don't mind. You took some time off after school to do a couple of years in the military before going to college. You trained in several different martial arts, Brazillian jujitsu being your expertise. Your build is muscular and your sandy blonde hair is about shoulder length but you always keep it up. Your eyes are a brilliant blue with full pink lips. You aren't obviously dangerous but when you flex you can see the intelligence your body has gained from being a soldier. You don't wear a lot of makeup and tend to be quiet. You were never very good in school but you want to do more in life than stand at attention and clean phaser guns.

You stand up and throw your bag over your shoulder and head to the common area. You are hoping to see someone you know. These first few days have been lonely. You think of how you're probably a little bit older than these other freshmen though you don't necessarily look it. Most of them are taller than you anyways as you only stand fully at 5'4". As you enter the common area you stand awkwardly near a window, looking around to see anyone friendly or familiar. As you start to bite your lip in nervousness you hear your name loudly over the crows. "Nova! Felicity Nova!"