A drop of sunshine

(rp for anyone to join in)
Marina jogged along the corridors of the pegasus. her feet pounding against the hard, metal floor, creating a hollow sort of beat along the grey hall. she hummed a tune she'd hearn in acadamay, singing to the beat, keeping herself entertained as she weaved along the corridors and amongst the people

Marina Jenson

Player: Helen
Player age: 20
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Character's Name: Marina Sunshine Jenson
Callsign or nickname: Moonhunter
Rank: Lt
Pilot
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Ht: 5 ft 7
Eyes: brown
Hair: dark brown, long, wavy.
Marital Status: Divorced.
Family History & relationships:
(all family presumed deceased)
Ex husband: Tony Livingston
Father: Michael Jenson
Mother: Vera Jenson
Brother: Petrov Jenson (died 3 years before the attacks)

Background:

Marina was the model child to model parents, Looking up to her older brother, despite him being the rebellious one. Working hard most of her life she followed the path her parents set her. Not wanting her to turn out like her brother (known to be a drug user) they enrolled her into the nearest air cadets at the tender age of twelve. at the age of 18 he had progressed so much that her parents pushed her to apply to the Flight school. She was accepted and pro ved her worth over the next 4 years, eventually graduating the accadamy and collegeages 22.. During her time at school she met a young 18 year old medic called Tony Livingston and married him at the young age of 18. Over the next 2 years their fragile relationship grew unsteady, and as they both grew up, they grew apart, eventually divorcing after less than 2 years of marriage. two years later and part way into her first assignment on the Solaria Marinas brother contacted her for help, and begged her for money. She tried to help, attempting to bargain with the dealers he owed. The negotiating failed and both her brother and she were shot. A marine Stumbled across the scene and saved marina, taking her to hospital but her brother died. After her release form hospital Marina feared for her life, and spent most of her spare time living with the marine and his group untill she was fit for duty once more, eventually she became an honory member of the marauders before being assigned to the Galactica one year after she was shot . Untill she was assigned to the galactica she had a year romantic relationship with Corpral Egan Brant. But when he realised that they would be on the same ship, he broke things off. She spent two years serving on the Galactica before the Initial cylon attacks (mini series)

They don’t know I did it. And they never will. A good deed isn’t a good deed unless you keep it to yourself according to the lords.
I’m not too religious… I just don’t think they’d believe me… and someone else would probably take the credit anyway. I’d rather Marina Jenson die unknown than someone else take credit for her deeds.
Maybe I just don’t want to be noticed.
Or maybe I just wish someone would find out and give me credit without me seeking it.
I keep telling myself it wasn’t much… makes me feel better you know?
I saw him there… that day. I was walking towards the hangar bay for my duty when I saw him just hovering. Hand over the control to the airlock as unshed tears stubbornly threatened to spill down his pale cheeks. He’d been on the edge for weeks now, snapping at everyone… sending people to the brig for no reason. Cutting off all relationships… I knew what he was going to do… and I wasn’t going to let him do it. Stubborn bastard needed to realise I... We, Needed him. But he wouldn’t listen to me. So I went to the nearest electrical conduit and just pulled the wires out. The first door opened. But it didn’t shut. And the second wouldn’t open if he’d have tried. So he walked away.
He must’ve seen it as some sort of sign, because he’s still here. He doesn’t know I did it. And never will. I’m just glad he’s still here. I hope he finds the meaning he lost. I wonder if he’ll try and find mine while he’s at it.

This is my journal for marina. it'll probably be snippits form her pov.. ideas..that sort of thing. a place to put plot bunnies.