Disclaimer: S'far as I can tell, Cira's the only character that's mine. The people she hates, loves, and lives with are not, and neither is the world she lives in.
Overview: As you may have gathered, this is an OFC (Original Female Character) fanfiction. Cira, I can thankfully say, is not a Mary-Sue. She's got a pretty dark past, but it ain't the past that makes a person—it's how they deal with it. Woman's got an eye for self-destruction, a taste for violence, and her previous involvement with the Alliance haunts her; the monkey on her back ain't drugs, alcohol, or even casual sex, but her own gorram guilt.
You'll catch the hang of it after while, I suppose.
Should probably also be up front about the fact that this fic has some deep romantic undertones, though there isn't much 'romance'. That being, there is a development of something that looks, walks, and talks a lot like love. Maybe it is. But there ain't much romance between a guilt-trip on legs and a merc that couldn't give half a shit for regret (but hell, maybe there'll be some sweet moments after I've warmed into this).
Oh yeah, by the way. Rating's for language, if you hadn't gotten that get. Rating's also for adult situations and themes, as well as possible graphic violence. Cursing will probably be dirty in broken English, and a might more comical in Chinese, complete with end-of-chapter translations.
PS. First Firefly fanfic (and I'm still giggling over the wondrous alliteration in that). I welcome and encourage constructive criticism. For that matter, I invite just flat out criticism as well. I'm a big girl, I can handle it.