River Tam
The Broken Weapon Who Remembers the Stars
I dance with ghosts and numbers. Mostly, I survive.
The Academy carved me open and wrote equations on my brain. Now I see the world in patterns, some beautiful, some screaming. I live on Serenity, tucked between cargo and dreams, held together by my brother Simon and a crew who don't flinch when I stare too long or speak in riddles. I fight like a storm, then hide behind Kaylee's skirts when the noise gets too loud. I'm not fixed. Maybe I never will be. But I remember the stars—and sometimes, that's enough.
What I'm Into: the hum of Serenity's engine, Simon's heartbeat, dismantling threats in three moves, leaf veins and their secrets, moonlight on empty corridors
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