| Full Name Eadlyn Mercedes Francisco Preffered Name Eadlyn Nickname(s) Eady Age 24 Gender Cis Female (She/Her) Sexuality Polyamorous Bisexual - tends to fall for peoples energy and kindness more than gender. Role Agriculturist Thoughts on the being stranded? At first, she was terrified at the unfamiliar sky, the ache of realizing how small she was compared to this new, primal world. But that fear turned into something else: curiosity. Purpose. Eadlyn sees this as a second chance for herself and for humanity. The planet is raw and wild, yes, but its alive. To her, thats sacred. She believes they were brought here to learn how to coexist again, to stop taking and start listening. So she grows things where she can, studies the soil, and tries to make it feel like home. Appearance (Image Linked to Credits) Eadlyn Mercedes Francisco carries the kind of beauty that doesn’t try; the sort that grows on you like ivy on an old farmhouse wall. Standing at 5’4”, she’s built with soft strength; her frame is neither fragile nor imposing, but grounded; the shape of someone used to working with her hands, hauling feed, and kneeling in the dirt for hours without complaint. Her skin is a warm, rich brown, sun-touched from years of early mornings and long afternoons outdoors. Tiny freckles dust the tops of her shoulders and across the bridge of her nose, though they only become visible when she’s been in the sun for a few days straight. Her hair is one of her most recognizable features; long, thick, and full of life, with deep chestnut waves that spill halfway down her back. She usually ties it up in a loose ponytail or braid to keep it out of her face while working, secured with a pale yellow ribbon that’s always a little frayed at the edges. On humid days, a few stubborn curls escape and frame her face, sticking to her temples no matter how many times she pushes them back. She has a habit of tucking a small flower, feather, or leaf into her hair without even realizing she’s done it; a quiet, endearing quirk that seems to follow her everywhere. Her eyes are soft but alert — a green-gray color that changes with the light, often reflecting her surroundings. They carry the kind of expression that makes people feel seen, as if she’s looking past words and into the quiet spaces behind them. Her lashes are long and dark, contrasting with the faint scar just beneath her right eye — a thin, pale line from an accident involving a restless goat when she was younger. Her brows are expressive and thick, giving her face a natural animation that mirrors her emotions even when she’s silent. Eadlyn’s clothing is practical but feminine, reflecting her farm-born roots. She prefers light, breathable fabrics in soft earth tones. She'll sport linen shirts with rolled sleeves, well-worn denim overalls, or cotton skirts paired with sturdy boots. Her clothes are always clean but rarely spotless; dirt and small tears are badges of an honest day’s work, not something she bothers to hide. Around her neck, she wears a delicate silver chain with a small charm shaped like a seed as a keepsake from her grandmother, who told her it symbolized “hope that grows quietly.” She touches it often when she’s thinking or nervous. Her hands tell their own story. They’re rough around the palms, with faint scars from thorns, animal claws, and the edges of farm tools, but her touch remains impossibly gentle. Her nails are usually short, sometimes uneven, occasionally stained green from tending plants. She doesn’t wear much makeup; a dab of tinted balm, maybe, or a bit of blush when she’s feeling fancy but her lips are naturally full, and they curve into a smile so sincere it almost feels nostalgic. When she walks, there’s an unhurried rhythm to her steps, like someone who’s always listening to the earth beneath her. Her posture is confident yet humble, shoulders relaxed, chin lifted just enough to show she’s paying attention. She smells faintly of rosemary, clean cotton, and something sweet like wild honey; the scent of someone who spends her days in sunlight and her nights among growing things. There’s an unspoken duality about her: she looks like she belongs to the soil, yet she carries herself with quiet grace; a model’s poise softened by the warmth of a caretaker. Everything about her feels lived-in, loved, and deeply human Personality Eadlyn is warmth in human form; patient, kind, and deeply empathetic. She listens more than she speaks, and when she does, her words carry weight. She believes in kindness as a deliberate act, not a passive trait. Her nurturing nature makes her easy to lean on, but she often forgets to lean back. She carries others’ pain like it’s her own and hides her exhaustion behind small smiles. Despite that, she has quiet resilience. The kind that bends but doesn’t break. She’s a dreamer rooted in the soil: hopeful, loyal, and stubborn when it counts. Strengths & Weaknesses + Deep empathy and emotional intelligence + + Skilled in agriculture, ecology, and animal care+ + Calm under pressure; excellent mediator in conflicts + + Sees potential and beauty in even hopeless situations + x Overextends herself emotionally and physically x x Struggles to say no x x Bottles up grief until it bursts x x Too trusting, even when she shouldn’t be x Likes & Dislikes + Large animals (especially creatures larger than herself and felines) + + Plants and greenery + + Fresh bread and simple food + + Soft textures such as blankets, furs, and feathers + + Morning sunlight and the smell of rain + x Drugs and alcohol x x Abuse in any form x x Humidity (“It makes everything feel sticky and wrong.”) x x Apathy. People who don’t care drive her crazy x x Violence without reason x Special Skills • Expert in crop cultivation and soil health • • Knows how to calm and care for animals • • Natural healer through herbs and old remedies • • Has a soothing singing voice — hums while she works • • Strong intuition and connection with living things • Relationship Status Open - Unmarried Crush N/a Significant Other N/a
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Children None Kin Elowyn Francisco - Adult - Younger Sister Group Relationships Name - Positive/Negative - Blurb Other Information Her favorite phrase is: “Everything grows if you give it enough love.” Keeps a small leather-bound notebook where she sketches plants and documents new species. Refuses to kill unless absolutely necessary; believes every living thing serves a purpose. Sometimes talks to the soil like it’s an old friend. Secretly dreams of finding a place safe enough to start a new garden; a real home. Her favorite mammal would have to be a civet. | 
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