Tazhyrel Visteen

Tazhyrel sighed slumping forward in her chair. Fingertips caressed the smooth skin of her face, her eyes followed the reflection in the mirror. Unlike many Amarr that seemed to make themselves look older; more mature. Tazhy enjoyed her youthful appearance. Humming a soft tune to herself, adjusting her seat, she continued to apply her make-up. Three scars, that ran from her left temple towards her high cheekbone. Her only imperfection from her Mining Ops and Missions. With one last look into the mirror, she stood and moved from her quarters to her captain’s chair. Leaning forward over the control panel, her hands moved with quick practiced ease over smooth polished console just as her ship came out of warp. With another movement of her hand her drones were released as the riods in sight floated and spun in the belt before her. Looking out the window bay once more, she watched the drones and bright mining lasers dance happily against the ore