Not many have the money, means, or motive to start a fresh colony, and to try to make one on a quarantined planet takes a special kind of eccentric. there is a lot of unclaimed land in space, but, as odd as this planet is, it does have some perks, and to some its oddness is the perk.
Are you Tanya Jones, priest of the Faith of Elulilly, a religion founded in the early 2200's, but have roots going back all the to the start of 21XX, and some would argue its really older than that. Regardless of when it was founded you preach that one should cut ties with the galactically connected world. To live a simpler, smaller, humbler life. Your young only 22, and filled with zeal and fervor, and you believe that you can lead your flock into a thriving community on the mouth of temptation, on this twisted planet, cut off from the galaxy, you will find salvation. You stand at 175 cm (5'9") and your a man that has toiled in the fields with the rest of your flock at your previous attempt at a colony. Your strong, and passionate, and can't help but look a little mad with your lazy left eye. You have dark skin and long wavy hair that you wear in elaborate knots befitting your station as a priest of the Faith of Elulilly. They are your station, your rank, your symbol of holy authority, and your hair is your greatest treasure. You have chosen the Anthon Plains to set up your shining colony, as it will have fertile lands capable of supporting imported crops, and flat enough terrain to build walls and defenses against the savage native creatures.
Are you Icarus Morgan, a different kind of spiritual leader. At the age of 74, you and your band of migrants have been chased off from everywhere you try to set up your ideal nudist colony. In a moment of inspiration you decided to ask for a pass to attempt to place your colony on planet TF-J3FF. Your proposal was laughed at for a solid minute before they asked if you were serious. You got your approval as they looked at you like you were a mad man. And perhaps you were, and some of your own colony thought so as well when you explained. This was a natural world that would accept them, with the quarantine shutting out the average public. From what you could tell most of the mutegenic effects of the world were not lethal, and it would be a chance at rebirth in a sense. You say, "welcome the change, for change is what life is made of." The majority of your band has agreed and so you are headed to the Gransoll Woods, a lush cradle of life. You bring food but you hope to find native vegetation you can eat. At 142 cm (4'8") your not a tall man, and your fair skin, tragically, bruises easily, but you maintain some of your good looks from back in your prime. Your lantern jaw remains, even though what was once thick black hair is now just a wispy white wreath.
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