A navy brat all the way, Edwina Tomas Morales was born on base at Caprica City. Daughter of a Colonel, she got used to the nomadic life of being uprooted and shifted around to new schools, new bases, new walks of life. She never had a problem making friends, because she never cared if she kept them. Learning long ago to form an emotional detachment from everyone. Its somewhere around the age of twelve that she developed a nasty habit. In effort to make sure she was still capable of 'feeling', she began the masochistic artform of cutting, and its something that's followed her ever since. Thanks to her father, the only thing that appears on her medical forms is 'accident prone'.
Family
A party girl by nature, its amazing the worst thing she surfaced from a bender with, was a child. As far as she was concerned, that was a sexually transmitted disease, too. Eddie was seventeen at the time. When the child was born, and Eddie turned eighteen, she was thrust into the military by her family with the warning that she either clean up and set herself straight, or the next time her father wouldn't be there to talk the MP's out of arresting Eddie for her exploits on base. Eddie's mother was tasked the challenge of raising Eddie's daughter which she named 'Saddie', while Eddie begrudgingly went to officer's school and the pilot's academy to earn her wings. Hopes were that Eddie would grow up, and eventually take responsibility for her daughter, but five years later she's not making much progress in that direction. In fact, for her to even admit she has a child, is a feat. Needless to say, Eddie voluntarily had the military doctors implant her with an IUD. No more accidental babies for her. The benders and partying continued.
Reputation
What a twisted twisted little girl. Maybe its because daddy never loved her enough, or mommy never showed her enough attention, whatever it is, Eddie (aka Edwina) never really outgrew her rebellious stage. She drinks, smokes, fights and fraks too much, with a streak in her that can only be described as self destructive. The only real skill she has is flying, which is just justified in her brain as an advanced type of fighting. When in the cockpit, the stick is just an extension of her fist. She drives hard fast and seemingly reckless, but some how always seems to bring it back to the barn safely and at least in one piece. Mostly. She's been stationed to the Kharon only after some serious favors were called in by her father, a now retired Colonel, as a way to keep her out of trouble, figuring she'd have enough to keep her busy.
Distinguishing Features & Interesting Tidbits
Has a tattoo of the letter 'S' with a flower stuck through it on her right shoulderblade.
There are a myriad of small sliver thin scars that run along her forearms and perhaps other places on her body. Those scars and scabs have earned her the nickname 'Hashmark' in certain circles.
Earned the callsign 'Mooner' by giving her squad leader, Captain Marek the full moon experience in the mess hall.
During Hale's bachelor party, Mooner gave him the gift of a tattoo artist from Engineering. She, Hale, and Sapho got matching tattoos on various parts of their anatomy depicting the Vigilantes squad patch. Mooner's is on her left shoulder, opposite her 'S'.
The thoughts and opinions expressed herein might make me deserving of an ass-kicking. Read with caution.
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What I Think About Their Sorry Asses
Ensign Nadiv "Poet" Roubani. A girl will always remember her first love. Best friend. Brother. No matter what, I'll always have his back. You mess with Rubix, you mess with me.
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Lieutenant Abraham "Rabbit" Hale. Only man I could stand who knew when to bust my balls and when to put on the velvet glove. We proved oil and water can mix, and we made mighty fine wing mates. He went out the way all Viper pilots hope to, in a blaze of glory. Save a seat for me in the Elysian Fields, my friend. One day, maybe I'll clean up my act enough to join you there.
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Captain Karim Aiteru "Spider" Marek. CAG. Papabear. Sweet Daddy Kai. Boy oh boy. I’ve been to enough shrinks when I was a kid to know this fellow falls into my ‘Daddy Issues’ category. It's a constant struggle of trying to make him proud and hoping I'll screw up enough to deserve a spanking.
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Alexander “Icarus” Nikolo. Now there is a blast from the past. He didn’t really remember me, but I have one helluva reminder from him. I want to believe he’s a good guy, as part of my whole turning a new leaf schtick, but sometimes I feel like a yo-yo around him. We dated a bit, trying to see if we could rewrite history, but sometimes second chances aren't meant to be taken. We parted ways on a good note, now we're just back to flying the friendly skies.
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Lieutenant Samantha "Case" Passi. If a Centurian had a gun to my head, and told me I had to put one person in the airlock, I’d stuff Case in there so fast they wouldn’t even hear her squeak. Sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong, and managed to unravel something precious to me. Despite our differences, though, I'm finding this grudge harder and harder to keep. I don't have much room in my life for enemies, nor energy to keep more then a handful. Time to let this one go, I'm calling an official truce.
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Lieutenant JG Anton "Thorn" Komnenos. Once upon a time, we mighta been kindred spirits. He's even kinda good looking, in that brain trust way. Too bad he's now tainted with a case of the Case.
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Lieutenant JG Martin "Dash" Black. It’s one of those things you just fall into because it’s comfortable. Martin is like a bean bag chair or your old favorite futon. You’ll hang on to it forever, if someone lets you. Unfortunately, life always seems to have other plans.
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Lieutenant JG Jupiter "Fingers" Black. She and I probably have more things in common if we'd sit down and actually have a conversation. But then again, if we combined our Wonder Twin Powers, the Kharon might just implode. If you ever see her and me giggling in a corner? BEWARE.
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Lieutenant JG Kisseus "Madman" Matto. We bonded by dancing and he was even there for me through a hard time or two. If I believed I was capable of forming lasting friendships, I'd be glad to have him in that category. Even if his random hugs freak me out on occasion. He's a good guy, even if he's confused. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep an eye on him. A very close eye.
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Ensign Salazar “Starface” Nikos: Okay, so props for the tattoos. Props for surviving Scorpia and all that shit, and helping bring back Marek. Yeah, alright. Fine. You don’t suck at your job either. But you’re dating Papa bear, so I gotta harbor some sort of playground jealousy in that. No more close encounters of the CAG kind for me .
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Lieutenant Pavos Helis: Me and doctors usually don't get along. They ask too many questions and tend to stick their noses where they don't belong. I'm not sure Pav is any different, but at least he provides adequate eye candy. He's helped me out on the down low before, and therefore he's earned an honorary place in the almost-cool category.
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Lieutenant JG Isaiah Harrison: Still don't know how I feel about this one. He has the annoying habit of making me smile, and can't do magic worth shit. I think through it all, we'll manage to be friends. As long as he gives me a hit of cologne once in a while.
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Lieutenant Dak Kairos: Hey, any man that can take a punch like that has a special place in my heart, as long as he can get past all the razor wire, cobwebs, and landmines. He's already seen me at my worst, so it can only get better from there, right? Oh, and now I have in my possession one stuffed Sam the Scuba Diving Dolphin which I'm currently retaining for blackmail purposes. Now here's to hoping I don't screw this one up, too.
What She Looks Like
What I Think About Her Sorry Ass
Lieutenant JG Abigail Allison Mikal: Another Nikos. I don't have much luck with them. I get along with Starface alright, but Iggy and I are keeping respectful distance from each other. It's like if we're too close, one of us might spontaneously combust. Not so sure I'd win that fight, which is probably a first for me to admit. You know what though? She doesn't seem like a bad cat.
"Fly it like you stole it."
"I'd rather live life with mistakes instead of regrets."
Eddie's Bunk
Decorated with lots of little memorabilia cartons of cigarettes and a store of booze, there are a few things of note that are tacked up in her rack. One is a picture of a wide eyed little girl, around the age of three who looks far too serious for her age. The second is a caricature of 'Mooner' doing what she does best, and giving a two cheek salute to a crescent shaped Raider. And the third is a sketch given to her for her recent birthday:
