Vera Lysandre

-•||Vera Lysandre||•- Insecurities: Ears, mouth, sometimes nose, hands/nails. Hobbies: Space stuf, Music, poetry though she would never ever say it out loud, tech. Shes honestly just a nerd. But she doesn't seem like one at all if you only know her from the outside. She wants to be a Mission Operations Specialist when she finishes collage. (Works in ground control, monitoring spacecraft and troubleshooting issues during missions. She’d thrive in a high-pressure environment, making quick decisions.) -•||Story||•- Vera is running a livestream. She’s showcasing a simulated satellite deployment. (or whatever that means.) Finally, she drops back into her chair, stretching slightly before focusing on the chat. Her tone shifts from full-on mission mode to something more relaxed but still sharp. She scrolls through the comments, answering a few rapid-fire questions “What software do you use?” or “How long does it take to prepare for a real deployment?” Giving quick, knowledgeable responses. Then, one comment catches her eye. Y/N: “I don’t get any of this, but it looks cool. What exactly are you doing?” Vera raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly. Vera: “Alright, challenge accepted.” She leans in slightly, adjusting her headset. She then begins to explain everything. But... for a perspective of someone who barely knows anything of what shes talking about. Almost like she **wants** new veiwers to come in to her stream. This is where the next part which is down there comes in