Extended Lifespan

Regan's kind live approximately 150 years.

As halfling, Regan is dwarfed by many other races, as a height just short of three feet puts her at most folks' waistlines. She has ruddy skin that appears tanned, and is of a slight, childlike build. Her eyes are the color of dark chocolate, often possessing a merry or impish twinkle. Her features are classically rounded, and her nutty-brown hair falls in chin-length loose waves.

When it comes to clothes, Regan goes with the typical halfling style of comfort before finery, and practical without being spartan. She's not as old-fashioned as her parents are, however, having allowed some of the Star City style to flavor her wardrobe. Her tunics and slacks have odd clasps or cutouts, and her vests get lumi-wire trimming. Her feet are, of course, always bare but for the brown curls of hair on their topsides.

Regan is a bit of a troublemaker, much to the disappointment of her oh-so-unexciting parents. She's far from criminal, but her love of going out with her rowdy crew of mixed-species friends is an activity her folks wish she'd drop. Getting in trouble, as far as Regan goes, only amounts to things like snagging unattended robot drones out of the air for a quick game of catch or finger-painting pictures on dragons' sides as they doze, but from the way her parents treat it you'd think Regan flirts daily with getting arrested.

Regan might like causing mischief, but she's definitely not out to hurt other people. The tricks she and her friends play are never aimed to cause suffering. They never shoplift or pickpocket, and if one of their tricks goes astray and accidentally hurts someone, they confess immediately and set about trying to make things right again.

There's not a lot of mischief-making to be made since the loss of their home, though, and Regan seems to have taken it the hardest out of all of them. It wasn't all that long ago that she was complaining about not being allowed to own a pet, and now she and her family are refugees with no more possessions than what they could carry out with them. It has humbled her and taught her a great deal about showing proper gratitude for things -- not the least of which are her parents themselves.

Regan and her friends (Araaye, Dorian, Iaveran, Sel) were all born and raised on the space station called Star City, where common circumstances and shared interests bonded them all into a tight, if eclectic, group. Although for a fairly ridiculous reason (moral support for Regan bonding a plant-dragon when her parents told her the only living thing she could bring into the house was a plant), they unanimously decided to stand for dragon-bonding at different places across the Nexus and proceeded to do so. Four of them succeeded before calamity: the infestation of Star City by vast numbers of xenodragons.

They, like many other inhabitants of the City, were evacuated, and it was simple happenstance that they were among the many taken aboard by the Abstract Destiny when it worked in concert with native craft to help save as many as possible. Some families had further places to escape to, other planets or stations where safety could be found, but others were less fortunate and left homeless among the vastness of space. Thankfully, the Destiny had no intentions of forcing out anyone with no place to go, and so they remain aboard the ship as they explore their options -- including the discussions that Doctor Schroeder wishes to see to the founding of a Nidus for them all.