Aria Vulvokov's Questionnaire

I live in an air strip in the Mohave Desert, It's nice. I enjoy the solidarity, the peace and quiet. lots of space to fly, an infinite empty landscape, letting me see the horizon. Oh and the stars, the stars in the night sky, how they glisten and glitter. the world is vast, I need to see the world, and the there's no buildings anywhere obscuring my view to the sky. my real home.

I used to live in the city, there are so many things there, its lively, I don't necessarily mind people its just that, I can only think clearly when i'm alone. i didn't mind at the time but after coming here. There's no going back, I cant go back. 

I get Royalties from the movies i played in. I cant believed I used to do all that. and i enjoyed it. all things that came with, the luxuries. the fame. well not so much fame. I was only a stunt doubled, but i was always paid handsomely. Nowadays not as much, but it's still plenty to work with. I usually spend most of it of making my space more comfortable, a sun roof. Hammocks, And of course. Lavish meals. I live comfortably, I only Long for the sky. There's.. more to it than meets the eye. Worlds, Gateways to infinite worlds. An endless expanse of an infinite Ether, So. Like i said. the world is vast.

Ambition? Good question. Ambition is a powerful force that drives us towards our goals and desires. It's what pushes us to strive for something better and to never settle for mediocrity. But what are we ambitious for? For me, it's the sky. My ambition is to explore the infinite mysteries that the stars hold and truly understand how to be.. free. Truly. Free. And despite what the people of the world have done to me. I.. want them all to understand. I want to share with them this magical expanse. I only fear that they will do what they've always done. Desecrate... And destroy. As for how far I'm willing to go? I'm willing to risk losing everything I have, even my life. But to hurt others.. It goes against what I believe. The lives of others are not mine to sacrifice. I'm only willing to sacrifice what is mine. My life included. I know what awaits me at the end anyway.

Lets go back to the beginning. I started taking acting classes when I was in high school, and I fell in love with it right away. I loved being on stage, being someone else, and performing for an audience. After high school, I studied theater in college, and I studied the marshal arts and stunt work. and after graduation, I began auditioning for small parts. I worked my way up, and before I knew it, I was booking bigger roles and working with some of the biggest names in the industry. I thought I had finally made it, and that I would be an actor for the rest of my life.. But things didn't go my way for long. There were some.. Unsavory characters in the acting scene. The big names tended to think they can make you do whatever they want. and if you didn't listen. they set out to ruin you. and ruined i was.

My Marshal arts teacher, My father, and my mother. Mr' Lee.. he was my marshal arts teacher...before he passed away. He was like a second father to me. He taught me not just the martial arts but also how to be master of my own mind. He also about discipline, respect, and humility. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to. He believed in me when others didn't and always pushed me to be the best version of myself. I'm grateful to have had him in my life.. who I am today, is all thanks to him. I owe him everything. I owe allot to my family as well.. My parents were an integral part of my life. They were always supportive and loving. They encouraged me to pursue my passions, even when others told me it wasn't possible. or it wasn't for me.. Sure proved them all wrong for a while didn't I. but only for a while. anyway my parents. They helped me through my darkest moments and made me feel loved and valued. My only regret of coming out here is that i am so.. so far away from them. I'm sure one day I'll go back.. The sky calls. but I know that even against the unknowable. Family comes first. Always. and Mr' Lee was family too.. I miss him.. Losing him was.. one of the reasons I came out here. To get away.. I may not be as good as I used to be. But Its more than the skills he taught me that make me.. me. His lessons will live on inside my heart. 

When i was a kid, my childhood was.. nice so much fun and so many good memories, yes there was the challenging experience every now and then but My parents, were always supportive and encouraging, and they made sure I had plenty of time to pursue my passions.. no matter how indecisive i was. when i told then i wanted to try choreography they were a little surprised but. They not only encouraged me to perform onstage and on the big screen, but they also encouraged me to explore my creativity and in their words "develop my individuality".

school?...i never really looked forward to school. I fit the cliche "loner kid" story to a T i struggled to fit in with everyone else most of the time, i had a few friends here and there. though, I often had to miss classes due to my.... demanding acting schedule. This caused me to feel like an outsider... it's silly thinking about it now but.. it really felt like it grew the giant gorge between me and my friends. it sort of Led to me feeling isolated and alone. However, the love and support from my parents.. and my master. helped me to navigate these challenges, and they made sure I always knew I was loved and valued.. and for that i am forever grateful.

and now for the part i rehearsed imagining i was going to be asked this question.. but in this scenario I'm still a big time actress.

"Despite the difficulties that came with being a child actress, I am grateful for the unique experiences and opportunities it afforded me. From learning how to be comfortable in front of the camera, to developing a strong work ethic at such a young age, these experiences have shaped me into the person I am today. I am thankful for the support and encouragement from my parents, who have always been my biggest fans.. and biggest critics. and inspired me to pursue my dreams."

No. i never... found myself connecting with anyone that way.. or well, at least not past preschool. haah. and when i was done with school it was my acting career.. you know what they say, no love ever blossoms on Hollywood. and then my career change to find an excuse to be out here. It's just..School was never my.. thing.. y'know? I had to miss a lot of classes because of my acting schedule, which made it hard for me to fit in with the other kids. I felt like an outsider blah blah blah blah blah blah blah it's the same story as always.. i don't know.. It just doesn't feel like something ill be thinking of. at least not for now. i have.. other things to deal with. but anyways despite school being... less than ideal my parents' love and support helped me through those tough times, and they always made sure I knew that I was loved and valued - that means the world to me... more than i can put into words.

I’ve faced a lot of challenges in my life..embarrassment, rejection, and a path that’s far from ordinary. Over time, I’ve learned not to fear much. I’ve stepped away from the world I once knew, found peace in solitude, and embraced the mystery of what lies beyond the skies. I’m not afraid of danger or the unknown; in fact, I’ve come to see them as opportunities for growth and discovery. Fear is just a distraction, something that holds you back from what you’re meant to do. I’ve let go of most of it.

But there’s one thing that still scares me: losing the people I care about. I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of a loner, comfortable in my own company. Yet, I’ve realized it’s not about being surrounded by people. it’s about the few who truly matter, the ones who’ve stood by me when no one else did. The idea of losing them is terrifying. They’ve been my support, my guidance, and the ones who’ve believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself.

Life is fragile, and every day out here is a reminder of just how quickly things can change. The thought that one day they might not be there, that I could wake up and they’d be gone..that’s a fear I can’t ignore. I hold onto them tightly, even from a distance. I don’t fear much, but the thought of losing the people who mean the most to me is something I can’t shake. It’s the one thing that keeps me grounded, the one fear that truly cuts deep. Losing those who’ve given my life meaning, who’ve been my anchor through everything...that’s my greatest fear.

The biggest problem in my life right now? It's not the howling winds that batter my old airbase, or the bone-deep cold that creeps in during the night. It’s the feeling that I’m caught between two worlds—and slowly losing grip on both.

As a... specialist and bush pilot, I spend my days navigating treacherous mountain passes, delivering supplies to remote outposts, and occasionally rescuing stranded wanderers. The skies are my home, and the wind, my only faithful companion. My base—an abandoned air base in the middle of nowhere now swallowed by rust and silence—is a reminder of what was lost. I’ve patched it up with scrap metal, and sheer will, but it’s far from the sanctuary i'm going to need.

But what truly haunts me is the secret world in the sky—a place I glimpsed only once above the cloud line. Floating islands, hidden civilizations, and ancient wisdom, all veiled from the world below. Since that day, I’ve been obsessed. I know it’s real. I’ve seen it in the currents, felt it in the air. Yet every mission that takes me close is met with another storm, another failure, another reminder that I’m chasing phantoms.

The problem isn’t just danger—it’s doubt. Am I meant to protect this world below or discover the one above?

A typical morning out here on the edge of nowhere starts before the sun’s even cracked the horizon. The Mojave desert is quiet in those hours—eerily so. The wind whispers across the sand like it’s trying to tell me something ancient, something forgotten. My airstrip is barely more than a few landing markers and an old hangar patched together with scavenged steel and spirit-scribed canvas. But it’s mine. It’s home.

I roll out of my hammock in the rusted control tower, stretch, and do a series of airbending forms—fluid, meditative, precise. They align my energy and let me feel the pulse of the sky. Breakfast is instant coffee and a protein bar if I’m lucky, cactus water if I’m not. Then it’s time to check the gear: flight charts, weather patterns, and the state of my old, heavily modified bush plane. I talk to her like she’s alive. Maybe she is.

The desert heat starts to rise fast. I pull on my flight gear—patched leathers, reinforced glider harness, Before I lift off, I climb to the roof and stare at the sky. Always scanning for signs of that hidden realm I once saw above the clouds. Every day could be the day I find it again.

Then I fire up the engine, call the wind, and launch into the pale blue expanse. one day. i whisper to myself. one day.