Remember -- One on One -- Pirate and Sheridan

Luna the Unknown
Name- Because she doesn't remember her real name, she was given one by those that found her- Luna.
Age- She looks to be anywhere from seventeen to nineteen.
Gender- Female.
Personality- Her personality shifts, as does that of every living thing; one moment, she is sweet, and innocent, but when angered, a fierce, feisty side comes out, one that won’t back down from a fight. She has a motherly instinct, but with no children, it only comes out when there are kids around. Overall, Luna is a mystery, just like her past.
Luna enjoys learning, exploring, and listening. She is like a child at times, the way her eyes light up with curiosity. Children and animals are some of her favorite things. Luna doesn’t like that she cannot remember anything, though she tries not to let it bother her. Mostly, though, she doesn’t like the feeling that she isn’t all there. That part of her is missing, or.. Sleeping. Her flaws, you ask? Well, not remembering who or what you are is a pretty big one. Other than that, the headaches she sometimes gets, and the way her moods change quickly. She is good with people. Everyone loves her(well, mostly..), and she loves them. She is able to defend herself, even though her small frame may be slightly helpless-looking. She is good with planning, and is swift, and nimble- she is able to get in and out of small places, as well as tough situations, with relative ease.
History- Luna doesn't remember her history, but this is how it all happened..
Luna was born unto two loving parents, ones that would do anything and everything for their young daughter. They also happened to be very, very rich. They had been the perfect family, honestly, with no problems. One day, though, while Luna was walking home from a dance, she was attacked. She had fought as best she could, but when she realized she was going to lose, she screamed. Her attacker had done the only thing they knew to do- they picked up the nearest hard object, a rock, and hit her in the head with it. Luna had been knocked unconscious, but the assailant had thought her dead. So, they picked her up, carried her to their vehicle, and had driven a few towns over until they were no longer in the big city. The person had then dumped her body in a field and had fled, leaving her helpless and alone.
When Luna finally awoke, she had walked until she found a house and asked for help. It was soon apparent, though, that she had no memory of how she had gotten there. She had no memory of anything, really. They had found something that mentioned the city, though, so they thought that's where she had come from. The next morning, they paid for a bus to take her there, wishing her the best. Before she left, though, the couples son had nicknamed her Luna, mostly because of how the moonlight made her look in her white dress.
Other- Though Luna was found in a thin white dress, she now wears mostly pants and tee-shirts. She doesn’t really have any clothes of her own, nor does she ever wear shoes. The only thing that is really hers is the braided rope bracelet she wears around her ankle. A slight scar runs through her right eyebrow, but she doesn’t remember how she came to have it. She has very green eyes, framed in thick lashes, which give her an exotic, mysterious appeal. These large eyes make her look doe-eyed, or innocent at some times, but when she wants or needs to be, she is quite fierce-looking.

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Who was Nathan S. Ross?
Name- Nathanial S. Ross.
Age- Nathan is a whopping twenty-two years old.
Gender- Male. Obviously.
Personality- Nathan can be rather cold and calculating on the outside, and.. Well, cold and calculating on the inside. He has a protective outer shell, then another protective shell, then another, then one more. Then, deep, deep, deep inside, there's the real Nathan. The old one, you know? That Nathan? He's kind, sweet, and caring. He enjoys things and is actually able to be happy, or at least content. The one on the outside though, he's different. Usually, he won't let himself feel things. Not just hiding his emotions, either- he literally shuts them off. Intensive training can do that. Nathan has a rather unruly temper once it's been breached, but he's usually cool and collected enough that he won't let it show. It takes a while to get past this ice king part of him, but once you've done it, he'll never leave you. He's fiercely protective and is trained enough to protect those he cares for. When I say "those he cares for" I mean those he's paid to care for. He's very intelligent, charismatic, charming, and is very smooth in social situations. One has to be, to do his job effectively.
History- Taken in at the young age of six, Nathanial Ross has trained his entire life to be the perfect killing machine. No one really remembers who did the training- the US government, a terrorist group, or someone else, but it doesn't really matter. All that matters is that, from the age he could defend himself until two years ago, Nathan had been the nightmare of many men and women worldwide (though mostly in the US). A silent threat, Nathan was the best murderer the world had seen in a long while. What happened? No one knows. Suddenly, this attack dog was off of the map. It was as though he had just.. Disappeared. All he knows it that his name is Nathan Ross, he's twenty-two, and has some killer skills. Literally. He has nightmares, terrible nightmares, about things that he's done, but he's constantly told that's all they are- bad dreams. Now a free-lance bodyguard, Nathan floats from place to place looking for work. He has his own apartment, one that overlooks the ocean, and that's where he spends most of his free time. Out on his balcony, looking at the sand and water. It calls to him, but he doesn't answer. Cold and calculating, remember? Anyway. What Nathan doesn't know is that whoever trained him wiped his memory and planted him there in the city. They bought his home, his car, everything, and gave him fake memories- fake girlfriends, fake family dinners, fake everything. As far as he knows, Nathan is a normal guy with some wicked dreams and cool reflexes that's pretty great at hurting people. What the government knows, though, is that he's like a time bomb ready to explode.
Other- Other than the fact that Nathan has no idea he's dealing with a mermaid? A princess mermaid? No, nothing at all. Scratch that- one thing is very important. He drives a '67 Chevy Impala. Black. Always. And no one, no one **** with the car.

[I'll just start with my girl to set up her situation and then once you post for Luna, then I'll post for Cam. I think it's easier that way. Also, I'm itching to post, hence why I'm doing it now : P]

She blinked awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light filtering into the room. Above her loomed a blurred face, which slowly came into focus with two sea foam green eyes and a handsome angular face. "Vivian?" the stranger with the beautiful eyes asked slowly. She squinted up at him in confusion, her mind extremely fuzzy. She tried to understand what was going on, where she was, who this person was, but anything that seemed remotely familiar hung at the edge of her mind, just out of her mental reach. So frustratingly close but too hard to grasp. She sat up slowly, her hand going to her head as she squeezed her eyes closed in an attempt to gather her fuzzy thoughts. "Vivian, are you okay?" The stranger asked again and she opened her eyes, wondering who he was talking to. He was looking at her in earnest, his bright eyes lined with worry. "Me?" she asked in confusion, her voice sounding melodic to her own ears as it danced through the air in a sweet and savory tone. "Yes, Vivian. You. Are you okay?" he repeated. "Yes..." she answered slowly, glancing around the room in confusion. "Is that my name? Where am I? Who are you?" she asked, her mind still feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton. "Yes, you're name is Vivian, you're in your new home, and I'm Rayen, an old friend." She looked up at him and a bright smile spread across her lips. "Oh, that's good. It's very nice to meet you, Rayen. Again, I suppose." She giggled, the sound tinkling in the air and lifting the dark air of the room. Rayen smiled in relief, glad to see that she was okay. And now his duty was done. He was to return to the palace and give the king a full report on the well fare of his daughter. He turned to Nathan, who stood in the doorway, the smile slipping from his face to a more serious expression. "I leave her in your care now. I will return tomorrow with your first payment and to check on her. Remember, I cannot stress enough that you must keep her away from water. She can't swim and if she drowned, my employer wouldn't think the slightest of disposing of you. She is very precious." He glanced back a final time at the princess sitting up in bed, her fragile frame outlined in the sunset. Turning toward Nathan with a pointed look, he exited the apartment, leaving the guard alone with his charge. Seeming to notice him for the first time, Vivian smiled warmly at Nathan. "Hello," she said sweetly. "I'm Vivian. Who are you? And where has Rayen gone?"

Vivian's smile faded slowly at his short response to her questions, not getting the feeling that Nathan was the warmest person around. I didn't phase her too much, though, and she quickly recovered from the initial feeling of rejection that came from his aloof attitude. "Nathan is a strong name. I like it," she said, smiling once again. "Nathan..." She said his name slower, testing the feel of it and pondering it for a moment. However, at the mention of food, she was quickly pulled from her own little world. "Actually...yes," she said. Now that she thought about it, her stomach grumbled loudly. It felt like it had been days since she had eaten. She slid to the edge of the bed and paused a moment, looking down at her legs. Something seemed...wrong. Or maybe it wasn't wrong, but unfamiliar. Shaking off the strange feeling, she pushed herself off the bed. She staggered forward a few steps before collapsing to the floor with a small cry of alarm, her legs giving out beneath her. The sensation of walking had felt extremely foreign, like she had never done it before, but still she knew how to do it in the back of her mind, like an instinct.

Cam was sitting in his unmarked car across the street from the coffee shop Luna had been kicked out of. He had been watching her for a few days now, ever since he had been assigned to the investigation. He wanted to observe first, and make sure she wasn't mentally deranged and dangerous. Some amnesiacs could turn violent if frightened. He'd spent the past few days researching amnesia and his charge, questioning her parents about her normal activities and such. He had an in-depth profile, and now was his time to approach. As she walked away, he made a U-turn and drove slowly up the street beside her, turning on his lights. He rolled down the window, his mirrored sunglasses hiding his face. "Ma'am, please stop a moment. I'd like to ask you a few questions." Putting the car into park, he got out and pulled out his wallet with his badge and identification.

"I'm fine," Vivian replied to his inquiries. "Just unsteady, I guess." She didn't protest as he assisted her, the sensation of her feet on the ground extremely foreign. "I'm not sure I can do this," she said warily, afraid that if he let her go she would collapse again. The more weight she put on her appendages, the more she wobbled unsteadily. She gripped him tightly as he supported him, thanking him as she took her first few hesitant steps. The way her muscles moved in her legs felt odd and she wondered briefly why such a simple task seemed so strange to her. Had she harmed herself before? Maybe that was how she couldn't remember anything. With every step, her body seemed to adjust and learn quickly and she stopped after a moment, feeling more confident. "I think you can let go." She released her grip on him and waited for him to remove his arm before taking a few steps herself. She was a little unbalanced and she had to throw her arms out to catch herself but eventually she got the hang of it and could walk almost normally. "I did it!" she exclaimed happily, turning to beam at him. "I don't know what there is to eat. Why don't you choose and surprise me?" she suggested, unsure of exactly what food was and trying to picture it in her mind but lacking the mental picture.

Cam observed how quickly Luna tensed up and tried not to approach too closely. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable lest she fled or began to mistrust him. "It's alright, ma'am, I'm not here to harm you. Strictly business." He opened his notepad and pulled out his pen, taking the cap off with his teeth and then sticking it on the end. "May I please have some basic information? Name, age, address, occupation, etc. Anything you're willing to share. I just have a few questions relating to a case of a missing woman." He was trying to appear friendly and unthreatening. Perhaps warming her up with questions would be most advantageous before moving on to what he really wanted and convincing her to come with him so he could protect her more than he could on the streets where he'd been discreetly following her day and night to make sure she was out of trouble.