My names Angel Lucille Tracy. Yep. I'm a Tracy. Jefferson Tracy, the billionaire ex-astronaut is my father. I'm 15 years old and go to Wharton's preparatory. It's a boarding school, so I don't get to see my dad and brothers very often except for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Spring Break, Easter, and Summer Vacation. I call them and video chat with them, though, a lot of the time.
One thing you should probably know before I tell you anymore is this. You know International Rescue, aka, the Thunderbirds? Well, that's us. My father created it in memory of my mother, Lucille O'Connell Tracy. She died in an avalanche when I was just 3 years old. Even though I was really small, I remember her quite well. She was my favorite person in the whole wide world other than my dad and brothers.
I am what most people would call, "the runt of the liter." I'm the youngest, and the smallest at 5'7''. All my brothers exceed 6'2'', except for Alan who is 6' and 16 years old. He's like my best friend. He and I do everything together; we are extremely close. Just like I am with the rest of my brothers, but more so. Alan pilots Thunderbird 3, so sometimes he invites me in the hanger to help him with the monthly check that we do with all the birds.
Gordon is the next oldest at 18. He's 6'2'' and "fish". He used to an Olympic gold medalist but quit after his hydrofoil accident. Long Story. He spends most of his time in the water. He pilots Thunderbird 4, the submarine. He is also known as the prankster of the family. I don't think I've gone through one day where he hasn't pulled some prank or another. I help him from time to time. It's fun!
Virgil's the next oldest. He's 6'3" and is 20 years old with Brown Hair and Brown Eyes. Tall and Lean. He's the doctor of the family. He used to be a paramedic before we moved to the island. He even has his own infirmary where he can treat and assess any injury. He's great. A little over-protective (like all my brothers are), but still awesome. Another thing. He's also the family musician and artist (other than my mom). A couple of years ago, me and my brothers built him a house out by the beach for him to house his paintings. We call it the round house, presumably because it is round. He also composes his own music. It's beautiful. I love to just sit in the room and listen to him play. Watch him. It's intriguing. Fascinating. Beautiful. He also pilots Thunderbird 2, or as we like to call it, "the green bug." Virgil hates it when we refer to his baby like that. Gordon came up with it. Let's just say he's gotten a few to many bruises from Virgil. Dad is not too happy about that.
The second oldest is John. He's the quiet one out of us all. Doesn't like to argue or fight. He's 21 and already joined NASA and has also written my astronomy textbook. Is that way cool or what? I think it's amazing! He has blonde hair and blue eyes. Just like my mom used to. Also like Alan and I. He's the one that I'm also really close to. You are able to talk to him and he really listens. He won't tell people anything unless you want them to know or he thinks it's extremely important and my dad or my brothers need to know. Whenever I need to spill, I can just go straight to him and talk. Tell him everything. And he listens. Really listens. That's one of the things that I love about him.
Scott's the oldest at 22, with brown hair and brown eyes. He's a retired air force captain and flies Thunderbird 1. He's also the mother-hen of the house, seeing as he helped raise us along with dad when mom dies. He's the extremely over-protective out of them all. We're all very protective of each other, but he's the worst. He literally loves us to death.