Last Name: Sinclair - Carter
Gender/Pro-nouns: female, she/her
Date of Birth: February 13th, 1982
Place of Birth: Boston, MA, United States
Current Residence: Hammersmith
Length of Residence: since end 2018
Occupation: Flight instructor with the RAF
trigger warnings:Â planet crash, bomb explosion, miscarriage and divorce.
Natasha Rose Carter was born to a British national and American on a cold foggy February night in Boston. Â Spending on the first few months in the United States the Carter family moved a crossed the pond when her father took a job working for the United Kingdomâs national security unit. The Carter family settled into their new life in her fatherâs homeland, soon the family of three became the family of six. Natasha stepped into the role of oldest sister to three younger sisters; the Carter house became chaos that hummed in that familiar beat that made you smile. Each sister had their own personality, traits that made theme stick out in a crowd and Natasha just so happened to be the daredevil of the group. School few by and adulthood soon hit the eldest like a bag of bricks, in a surprise to everyone the blonde enlisted in the Royal Air Force. Â
Finding herself at home in the air force, Natasha found her passion in the air with flying becoming second nature to her. Putting in the hours, at time it seemed like she never left the base; logging long hours hitting the books and training in the air when she could. Being invited to a party by one of her basic training buddies it became the moment her life change. The pint size pilot met Noah; the evening of instant conversation quickly turned into days. When she wasnât in the air or hitting the books, she was at his side, her life becoming intertwined with his. He became the thing that kept her grounded when her head was always in the clouds. As the relationship grew, interdictions to the rest of the family went on things simply felt right like the final puzzle piece falling into place. While on vacation she planned to pull a fast one on him and propose to him to keep him on his toes, but you know what they say about great minds. What turned out to be a joint propose story faded into a planning a winter wedding of her dreams.
The dream of settling down into the new role of wife with the possible family in the future went out the window rather fast. Two months into their marriage Noah was deployed to West-Africa, she knew there was always a change for either one of them to be sent somewhere in world that wasnât England. While he was gone, she focused on the house, her job and the small moments she got to talked him. Head over heels didnât cover how she felt about her new husband. Their life wasnât prefect, but it was working until that terrible, fateful day she got the call about the accident. Her sister in law was gone, her husband broken, and her life set down a new path riddled with sadness at every turn. While her husband took on a new role with his job, she did what she could to support him, making sure to be present and not so much time in the air. As they focused on laying the groundwork on their fresh marriage, she found out she was pregnant to give them fresh new titles of mom and dad. Sadly, it was a rough pregnancy from the get-go; morning sickness lead straight into bed rest before resulting in a miscarriage. Â
Natasha knew the stats, knew that miscarriage happened to many, many women across the world every year and she was no different. It didnât mean she failed, nor that it would happen again, but it hurt. The pain of losing her son was the straw that broke her confident smile, the grief flooded every corner of her life and led to the end of her marriage that couldnât be saved by counseling. While they separated, she couldnât live in the house alone; full of memories so she ran the only way she knew how. Taking more and more riskier assignments, she air is where she could leave all the pain on the ground. Up in the air it was simply her and the plane, it didnât care that she lost her child, nor did it care that her marriage was over. All that the plane cared about was being flown correctly so it didnât end up a hot, firry mess. For a while she was able to shove everything down, her plan to simply avoid and fly was working until all the boxes where ticked to go wrong. The Persian Gulf was her next assignment, well it was her last assignment because her old faithful plane was hit during a routine fly over and the nightmare of going down in a blaze of glory became true.
With the divorce not being finalized, Noah was their first call to inform someone of her going down. They didnât listen to a bloodied pilot telling them to call anyone of her pain in the ass sisters instead. Still thanks in large part to Noah she was brought back to London once she as stable enough for the trip. The first few days she spent in and out of what she likes to call a light coma, due to the pain medication that they had pumped her full of. She was worried about dumping her accident on him after what had happened to his sister and between them. Worry was all she did for a while until it clicked in her head, she was never going to get better if she didnât focus on healing first. Shoving the pain into recovery, she settled into the new normal of physical therapy, living in the capital city and into a new job of teacher, not daredevil in a plane.
