Name: Jonathan Galvo
Appears in: Ground Wars Deluxe
Nomenclature: Jonathan Galvo
Original Name: Jonathan Kiel Galvo

Date of birth:
Date of death:

Hair color: gray
Eye color: blue
Skin color: light tan

Place of origin: Salma IV, Chronos

Likes: 
Good food, good wine, fine art, music. He considers himself a man of 
civilized pleasures.


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Quirks:

Weaknesses:

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Overview:





Name: Tabbana Brusolla
Appears in: The IGF Alliancefic; The Life and Times of Tabbana Brusolla
Nomenclature: Tabbana (clan) Brusolla (Zallun 'Burus' (lost, wandering)
and 'Zola' (will, determination, warrior)
Original name: Tabbana Minya Mika Tolut Riira (Workerclan Everpresent
Night Walker/Wanderer)

Date of Birth: 20131 (age 29 @ story start)
Date of Death: 20172 (age 41 @ story end)

Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Amber
Skin color: Medium tan

Place of Origin: 4th Bloc Section, beneath-Praid (kimu-praydi) mining
settlement

Likes:
Women. Not just for 'companionship', but he has a great NEED to 
protect someone. Although rumored to be quite the lecher, he really 
has had but a few serious relationships (his romatic interests tend 
to meet tragic fates), his reputation born mostly by his preference 
for saving and obeying pretty women. No one is THAT nice, without an
ulterior motive..  or could it? Anyway, a hero gets his rewards.
Reading and writing. If he hadn't been turned into a fleetman, he 
would have been a scribe of some sort.
Soft music. Martial music, full of drums and trumpers, arousing 
fervor in all those that hear - eventually they become blase. He was 
sick of military anthems.
Taenarians. They're pretty, they're intelligent... they're VERY 
pretty.
Machined weapons. He designs them in his spare time. Machines. Ah. So
uncomplicated. Unlike people, if you find the cause, the effect can 
be removed. They make sense.
Martial arts. Physical triumph. He tries very hard to destroy the
cultural prejudice of the Tabbana being incapable of fighting. He
constantly challenges himself, little by little raising his limits.
Good food, as later he does end up being a fine gourmet cook.
The color gold.
Gold, actually.

Dislikes:
Racists. He deems all races as being equal, save for Taenarians.
Pirates. So much so that he went on a seven-year hunting spree in the
Rim after being kicked off the BP. He funded his little crusade by
taking odd mercenary jobs, saving up until he could get a stripped-
down cruiser... the first Mimir's Will.
Pain. Although he can endure it, he doesn't have to like it.

Fears:
Women. Seriously. Why does he end up always being SURROUNDED by 
violent women? Death, faces unflinchingly. Pain, he can endure 
willingly. A cute girl in tears? He hates that. It ALWAYS works 
against him.

Quirks:
Tends to be far more polite to women than to men, even if they're
trying to kill him.
Is allergic to cats. Yep. That's right. Felinus domesticus hair makes
him itch.
Speaks in Old Riikan, pronouncing the silent 'h' in Kitaran words
(kitharra, sulhrarrhis, sianrha, etc).
Slightly psychopathic; liable to go berserk in combat.
Prone to fits of manic depression or exuberance.
Demands as much effort from others as he does himself. Slightly
tyrannical. (Slightly. Heh. Yeah, right)
The price of his loyalty is high, but once earned is unshakable.

Weaknesses:
Women. Obviously.
Doing The Right Thing. Being chaotic good has its drawbacks. Pro bono
work is difficult, but much as he tries, he can't resist pulling one
now and again.
Arrogance. His life is a constant battle. He doesn't know if he's the
best, it's just that hundreds have already called themselves that and
only to kiss the heel of his boot. Being Fleet Commander and then
Personification of Kitaran Spirit didn't do much good to his ego.


Notable talents or abilities:
Immune to most forms of mental control, from hypnosis to mind-altering
drugs, due to the Taenarian rewriting of his neuropathways.
Absurd luck, as if probability ensured that he would survive, if only
by the skin of his teeth, at the last possible moment.
A master strategist, and fond of presenting the enemy with the
completely unexpected. Then crushing them while they're confused.
Very highly-skilled in martial arts, trained in both Kitaran and 
Zallun disciplines. He often practices in taking down Zalluns or 
facing multiple opponents(the other racial martial disciples are 
deemed 'weaker' by him. After all, a Kitaran is superior to a 
Derivian in all physical aspects, and Zalluns could crunch skulls 
easily while ignoring blows. If you can beat the two, then you can 
face anything.)
Polished all-around military support skills, from gunneries to
engineering. Characteristic Tabbana technical savvy.
Very (very) high pain tolerance.

Outlook on life:
In the beginning his life was summed up as: Love Mimir. Tabbana are
completely devoted to their mates. When she died, it shook up his
entire sense of being, so much so that he was driven insane. The
Taenarians regrew his neuropathways, and implanted that it was 
Pirateswho killed his wife, rather than the too-dangerous Polloid. 
Then for the next ten years, his life could be summed up as: Kill 
Pirates. Then he met Aya, who was a pirate, and quite lovely too. 
When he was kicked off Border Patrol he was in Help The Weak and 
Punish the Wicked mode. Then Make the IGF Strong. Then, Kill Scourge. 
Kill Them All. And finally - Don't Make My Wives Angry, Raise My 
Children Properly.

Goals/motivations:
B-sol isn't driven to just improve himself, but to better those 
around him. Even at his worst, his Tabbana cultural conditioning 
spurs him to protect and preserve those that he cares about. Even at 
the height of his influence over the dominions of Tyranis and over 
the Kitaran Clans, his wish was for these to survive even when he's 
gone. He is arrogant in that he thinks he is at the fulcrum, he has 
to do these things otherwise it would never get done. What he really 
wants, in the end, is simply to find happiness. To live a 'normal, 
boring life' compeletly opposite to what he'd gone through and wanted 
as a young Kit. But he can't do this until he'd fulfilled his life's 
mission.

Oft-used phrases:
Perhaps we can talk about this?
Die. Die. DIE! HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (whaboom snap crunch tinkle)
You're cute when you smile. Why don't you do that more often?
Don't worry. It'll be just fine.

Overview:
Tabbana Brusolla is almost worshipped as a saint, back in Kitara. He
challenged all Kitaran prejudices, shook up the value system, and was
a strong voice in greater Rim self-sufficiency. The Polloid actually
feared the guy, as he'd managed to create a fanatic loyalty(ie, love)
to him by one of their best operatives. That an Eternal would do this
for a Finite, is illogical and incomprehensible. He has accomplished
much, he has also suffered much. He died to protect future 
generations, his legacy was in hope.

In Strange Days, his children will have to contend not with the 
effects of having a famous father (for as much as possible they do 
not reveal this fact); but that his actions have long-term effects. 
Tyranis is a broken shell of its former self, bitter and divided. 
They have tasted a brief time of glory, under the IGF, almost like 
the old Severance days. But then it was the IGF that failed them as 
well. The Associations of Tolera are split between those who hate and 
those who long for the return of their Fleetmen.

He also was a poster-child for Kitaran gunship diplomacy. He used the
principle of strike first, and overwhelmingly - to such effect that 
for years afterwards Kitaran fleets hardly hesitate to apply this 
lesson of the Clan-era revived by Brusolla. Their navy has become 
less... ethical and more reactionary.

The Polloid, naturally, just want to see what the combination of his
raw stubborness, datajill genius, and Polloid adaptability would show.



And of course... what really DID happen to the Mimir's Will? It was
never confirmed as destroyed.



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Name: Jabrun Harek
Appears in: Strange Days, The Trial of Jabrun Harek
Nomenclature: Jabrun (Zallun:determination) Harek (Zallun:warhammer)

Date of Birth: 19956 (age 226 @ story start)

Hair color: Bald
Eye color: Brown
Skin color: Dark tan

Place of Origin: Derun Zallusa, Zallun homeworld

Likes:
Being proven right. He doesn't explain his decisions, as if daring
people to proceed blindly at their detriment.
Derivian coffee. Life is set value, every second is valuable. 
Although he recognizes the need for sleep, he is abhorrent of wasting 
time or seeming lazy (even if his only critic is himself).
Discipline. Discipline. Discipline.
Gail. Although he doesn't show it often, he does care for his 
protege. Since he no longer can have children, he passes his ideals 
onto the next generation, inside a vessel well capable of carrying 
out this vision.

Dislikes:
Laziness. The term encompasses apathy, corruption, indifference,
uncreativeness, and willingness to settle for the second-rate. This 
is the primary evil, to him. It doesn't matter; considerations of 
what is right and wrong aside, what is most important is that you 
have something you BELIEVE IN. There is greatness. There is a life 
worth living. Those who do not look to the future are the living 
dead, and may be treated accordingly.
Excuses. Everyone is ultimately responsible only for themselves. There
must be no pity for those who will not even accept their own mistakes.

Fears:
None whatsoever. Although he is still capable of feeling it, no 
single emotion is allowed to interfere with his thought processes. 
After being disemboweled by the Scourge, being experimented on, 
having his entire lower torso replaced, and losing all respect for 
the Federation he once served with faith and honor... nothing 
terrifies him anymore. Even failure is but an opening for greater 
opportunity. He is a true Volkovite, a complete master of his 
emotions, able to use them to sharpen his initiatives.

Quirks:
Tolerates no self-induced weakness. He expects those under him to
strive to the best of their ability.
Everything from his lungs down is cybernetic. He doesn't even have a
stomach anymore, subsisting mainly on liquid nutrient drinks.
Although a Commodore, he leads his men into combat, personally taking
part in the fighting.
Chivalric.

Weaknesses:
Sentimentality. He is prone to using the tried-and-true, extolling 
the old virtues, or just simple grumbling about the generation of 
worthless idlers and pleasure-seekers.
Obsession in seeing the Aegis Taenar destroyed. He feels that they 
have abandoned the ideals they were made for, in trying to control 
the Federation's destiny they have become what they had long fought. 
Now they had to bedestroyed, to clear the way for Reunification.

Notable talents or abilities:
One of, if not the, most brilliant tactical minds of his generation.
A strong empath, capable of feeling the emotions and broadcast 
thoughts of people. He is capable of distinguishing psionic 
signatures. 
Great physical strength and endurance, due partly to his artificials
limbs.

Outlook on life:
Every living soul is a seed for greatness. True greatness is not 
greedy or self-serving, but willing to take pains to bring about an 
era of glory, in which everyone is responsible for oneself. Free 
thyself from the demands of flesh and bone, you are part of a link 
that extends from the birth of the universe all the way into the 
unknown future. The ultimate truth is that the meaning of life is 
life itself - and everyone is expected to fulfill their ultimate 
potential.

Goals/motivations:
To teach the Federation a little lesson in humility.

Oft-used phrases:
This is pointless.
Choose your words as if your very life depended on them pleasing me.
Order is essential for life to grow.
Enough talk. You are a fool. (growl) 


Overview:
He is also known as the Shield of Samar, for his incredible defense 
of the Samar system from the Scourge during the Seige of Manchari. 
Against vastly superior Scourge forces, he held on for ninety days, 
when the Federation itself had already written off the outpost as 
'lost'. Combat losses were nearly ninety percent, but so great was 
the damage he inflicted on the Scourge that the Swarm itself deemed 
the area he was defending as a 'waste of resources' and moved on. He 
was a Border Patrol commodore, not Federation Navy! He was originally 
sent to Samar with cruisers and corvettes, to carry fleeing 
Federation personnel, as the outpost was already overrun. In a series 
of daring plans, he not only managed to recapture the base, push back 
the swarm, unite the system command, and withstand several fullscale 
Scourge assaults. Samar was finally evacuated by a mix of Alliance 
fleets (IGF, Phoenix) and Crimson Fury. His decisions were included 
in the new manuals of fleet tactics.

After his murder trial (he shot the previous Fed System Commander), 
he vanished from the public eye. He joined the Crimson Fury, now 
disgusted with the Federation... and the Aegis Taenar. With Tabbana 
Brusolla, Mayina Aya, and the Crimson Fury, he helped bring the 
Dommne Candize out of coldsleep and back into power. The change from 
a Federation officer into the Dommne's own tool is jarring, but 
inevitable.

"A limited monarchy is the antithesis of totalitarianism. A monarch
with finite and constrained legal power stands separate from the 
State, and represents the spirit of the nation.  A wise monarch lifts 
the ethical level of public discourse; a petty monarch at least curbs 
the excesses of the bureaucrats.  A strong monarch fosters growth and
national achievement; an incompetent monarch inspires creative 
dissent by the most disaffected -- who nonetheless still retain the 
freedom to express their discontent."

These were the words of Volkov. He finds this at last in the Dommne
Candize.

"There are three types of power: Imperium, Potentia, and Auctoritas.
The first is the power of the State, the faceless bureaucracy with 
the right to issue and enforce laws.  The second is personal power, 
derived from wealth and shared obligations.  But it is the third 
power, the power of Authority, that is the hallmark of the sovereign.  
It is the psychological and emotional leverage that comes with the
personification of the national spirit.  For most monarchs, Imperium
is extremely limited, Potentia is available in some measure, but
Auctoritas is available in abundance -- and in the end is the most
effective."

The Federation won through the SCourge war on sheer luck, that the
Taenarians were there. They obeyed Taenarian guidance. There was the
proof - an unlimited democracy was good for face value, but 
inherently unstable. Its people are always divided, prone to being 
swayed by different concerns. They had ignored the Scourge and the 
plight of the Rim until too late... politicians, should be expected 
to have a higher moral level than the populace. But they did what was 
'for the greater good' instead of what was simply 'right'. Chivalry 
was dead in the Security Council.

And strangely, well and alive in Jorael, long painted as the sinister
fascists and pirates lording over their part of the Rim.

He is an antihero, doing what is temporarily 'evil' to further the
greater good, in this case the Unification. He is honorable, just, 
and utterly merciless. The little homages to Darth Vader is clear, 
neh? But Jabrun Harek is no mystic, no hate-filled warrior... he is 
as calm as the center of a storm, and around all are blown away by 
the furious wind that he gathers around him.


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Name: Candize Ildagou
Appears in: Strange Days
Nomenclature: Candize (Can this) Ildagou (from the spanish Hidalgo);
'can this (be) nobility?'

Date of Birth: 19381 (age 801 @ story start, 301 subjectively)

Hair color: Bald (brown)
Eye color: Brown (amber)
Skin color: Dark tan (light tan)

Place of Origin:
Mejol star system, outskirts of the Jorael supercluster.

Likes:
Winning. At all costs. A strategic win, however... he is willing to
accept temporary setbacks... that are the first part of an inescapable
trap for his overconfident enemies.
Gail. He finds her a source of endless amusement.
Savine. There is an attraction between them, and in her he finds what
could be his eternal partner. Her mind, her spirit; these were great
unknown wells of potential - possibly equal to his own. She of 
course, loathes him and what is being done in his name.
His new body. For a long time he hadn't a sense of touch, taste or
smell - so he indulges in fine food, fine wine, fine music, and all 
the new things that have been discovered since he slept.
Machined weapons piloting. Sheer raw POWER at his command... 
responding instantly. It's so very different from fleet command.

Dislikes:
Politicians. The Dommne is to policians as a shark is to a school of
sardines. The former ignores the latter unless he feels hungry.
Losing. Although... he has never really lost yet.
Posturing. He views all those who trump their own importance. In 
fact, if the motorcade passes... he would say that really important 
people are hunble enough to walk. Which is shared by all three people 
in this list. They are not above going to the front to get an eyeball 
of the situation, and have clear contempt for career officers.

Fears:
Failure. For him, failure IS death, and death IS failure. He has 
spent too much effort, spilt too much blood, he can't turn back and 
start over. He has to see Reunification through.

Quirks:
He is delighted, simply DELIGHTED in his young, vigorous new body. He
has no experience of being Kitaran, and as such his actions are
sometimes that of what he thinks Kitarans DO. And since his  
prejudices are five hundred years out of date...
He can't lie. He feels it waste of breath, and speaks his mind
unsparing of fragile egoes. However, the same things that would make
people piss their pants when spoken by an old man sound strange from 
a young Kit's lips.
He doesn't remember how to sweet-talk a woman. His new body has a lot
of urges, things he had long given up on. And since he is still THE
Dommne, going to a brothel is beneath him. It's almost pathetic to 
see him try getting along with other people.


Weaknesses:
Ego. He is after all, THE Dommne. Five hundred years ago, the
Federation all but quailed as he approached. He made Jorael
untouchable. He almost single-handedly raised the Rim from a state
of near-barbarism back into having self-respect. His Joraelu Iskande
Holus-rohn (Jorael Independent Principal Fleet) was the de facto
protector of the Rim (until it was re-absorbed into cluster fleets 
after his death), a counterpart to the Federation Navy. He is no
longer capable of thinking he makes mistakes.

Notable talents or abilities:
One of, if not the most brilliant strategic mind in the last half-
millenia. He has no equal in the present age.
Profound knowledge of people and psychology.
A strange affinity for machined weapon or tactical armored combat.
(new body)Electrokinesis. He is the equal of Kardi in every physical
and combat aspect.

Outlook on life:
A guiding hand is essential if the galaxy is to be mastered. The
Taenarians are too soft-hearted for this. The Federation's voices are
too self-interested to think long-term. One must always consider the
possibility of an outside threat. He is the leader that they all 
need. He could be content with being just a military commander... in 
matters of peacetime administration he knew his limits(which is why 
he chose cold storage, rather than continue to endure pointless 
politics). But first he must take the galaxy. Whom he shall hand it 
to is for later contemplation.

Goals/motivations:
Immortality. And with that timeframe, to bring the Outer Rim and the
Federation together, expanding ever outward, like the wondrous days
prior to the Severance. And then, who knows? He himself might go 
forth, seeking new wonders beyond the galaxy itself. Eternity lies 
before him.

Oft-used phrases:
This is what you wanted, is it not? (mocking laugh)
The universe is not a safe place.
The truth will make you free.
Out of my way! This is beyond your understanding.


Overview:
The Dommne Candize was born to a humble family of asteroid farmers.
This was the the Dark Days of the Rim, the three hundred years
following the Severance. The Federation is cautiously pushing 
forwards, unwilling to take the burden of rebuilding the homes and 
industry of their former enemies. The great dominions are shattered 
into little star-states, with the grasp of civilization extending no 
more than a hundred lightyears from every jump node. Away the from 
the star-lanes, are the hordes subsisting upon the decaying corpse of 
what had once been a military juggernaught. The technology of the 
Severance Navy was fading, and the famed Severance vessels, known for 
their robust performance, were slowly being forgotten. In little more 
than armed-up merchant ships, pirates and petty warlords ensured the
collapse of the exhausted Independent Starspheres.

Two hundred and eighty years after the Severance, pirates attacked
his family's farm. Although mere junkers, subsisting on mining space
rocks that drifted close to their bubble habitat, they did have the
honor of having a famous name... that of Jucel Galarad Ildagou,
Severance Navy 6th Fleet commander, executed by the Federation. It
amused the pirates to keep him alive and train him as navigator. A
few weeks later, he was all but dictating ship combat strategy. The
captain wanted to kill the boy, but the crew had grown attached to
him and the prospect of winning. While he beat Candize at every
opportunity, the boy talked to the more intelligent members of the
crew of expansion, of better targets, of the simple common sense in
buying better equipment instead of blowing it all off on wine and
women. The captain gets to keep most of the booty anyway. He did this
for revenge. His father was killed, his mother raped until death, his
little brothers spaced. All of it because one pirate captain was bored.

He was twelve when this happened. At fourteen, he was captain. He 
made sure the old one didn't die too quickly.

He knew he was physically weaker than everyone else on the ship, but
they weren't prone to exercise. He constantly trained himself, always
alert, making sure he could beat down anyone no matter how big. When
felt confident enough in their loyalty, he started to change how the
ship was run. Discipline was started. Those that didn't like it, 
could leave. Eventually all but one of the old crew were gone. And 
the ship was starting to become more than just infamous... but 
famous. He traded protection from more vicious pirate groups, for 
manpower and supplies. He made sure that ships he attacked were left 
mostly intact, so that trade could still flourish and targets were 
always in sight. It was inevitable that he would seek to capture a 
ship, instead of just boarding it.

By twenty he was a pirate warlord, with six ships under his command. 
It was this when he did what was unexpected; to leave his position of
highest authority over his men and the few systems they intimidated, 
to go into the tradelanes themselves... towards the hated Federation.

Jorael was mostly unscathed, as the former Federation bastion seized 
by the Severance had strong defenses. So strong, that the Federation
bypassed it entirely and built a jump node into Chronos to push into
the Dominions of Tyranis. But its glory was gone. The capital still
stood but in the grip of two different warlords. They lived to 
squeeze what little value was left in their domains, and trade that 
to the Federation for the luxuries the Rim could no longer produce. 
Although there were pirate attacks spillward now and then, they kept 
their power using old Severance ships, still fearsome even three 
hundred years later. They were more concerned about other warlords, 
waiting for any sign of weakness. Candize was duly disgusted with 
this. As worthless as the generation might be, those before it had 
been glorious. He studied as far as he could collect old Severance 
Navy instructional materials. He learned of the great vision outwards 
that the Severance was supposed to bring, it was supposed to supplant 
the Federation and bring the entire galaxy together in progress 
harmony; unlike the Federation's system of checks and balances, 
keeping itself steady by distrust of each Race for each other. The 
Federation was turning inward while the Rim had no choice but to keep 
looking outwards. If this kept on, the known galaxy was headed for a 
stagnant, in which new discoveries and exploration was welcomed only 
as much as they could fit into recognized safe values. The Age of 
Exploration was all but dead.

A catalyst is needed. Literally, he stood up one day, and said - "A
catalyst is needed."

And so he became that. The first thing a good leader does is to set
attainable goals. He had three:
a. gain strength to equal the two prime warlords
b. seize control of Jorael
b. unify the Rim

The first two he achieved during his lifetime. He was the first 
Dommne of Jorael, and set up a Dommnicate, a council of Thirteen. And 
then, he slept, recognizing that Unification would take a long time.

It never happened.


He had such overpowering DESIRE in seeing it through. He wasn't going
to take any shortcuts, risk the possibility of his goals being 
broken. Whatever he did, was carefully considered, at face value 
looking insane or impossible but always successful due to his careful 
planning and minimizing of risk. Even Federation strategists were but 
chaff in his passing. He was sunrise, after the dark nights of Rim. 
He was the anger and frustrations of its citizens. He was Crimson 
Fury.

This remained in the Crimson Fury he left behind. In the guise of
an elite pirate fleet, they roamed the Rim, sometimes under the 
employ of corporations, watching for the signs that say it was time 
to begin the trials of Reunification.


In Strange Days, he is given a new body, the equal to Kardi in every
possible way. And the Rim will know the burning touch of his 
ambitions again. He is based upon Alexander the Great. The Federation 
is the Persian Empire, steeped in culture, at the time the largest 
and most powerful empire in the world.


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Now, for the new generation -


Name: Savine of Sargon
Appears in: Strange Days
Nomenclature: Savine (saviney, Sniv:forgiveness) Sargon (Sargon I,
founder of the Akkadian Empire, the first true empire builder)

Original name: Fantyra Pirshan-miro Savine

Date of Birth: 20161 (age 20 @ story start)

Hair color: Dark Brown (dyed green)
Eye color: Amber
Skin color: Light tan

Place of Origin: Crossroads Station, Nexus

Likes:
Reading. She really loves reading. She never goes anywhere without
a bookfile reader, and her personal collection of about 11 thousand
bookfile entries. Of books, she loves adventure/romance and pure
philosophy.
Her friends. Like her father, her loyalty is unshakable, but at least
she has a conscious effort to MAKE new friends.
Tamaran cuisine. She enjoys its assortment of dips and sauces. She
rarely eats meat, preferring to get nutrients from seafood.
Mental challenges. She doesn't score perfect on tests, but she does
enjoy these... which is why she scores very high on them. Raw mental
ability is nothing without an appreciation for learning. Without the
latter, the former atrophies and dies.
Kitaran films. She watches them for the feel-good effect in seeing 
the underdog win through.

Dislikes:
The dark. She knows she's too old to be scared of simple darkness, 
but the sensory void was just... frightening. For in it she is alone. 
And it's as if the darkness was calling for something within her, 
asking it to emerge... and come home.
The military mindset. She became Border Patrol not just to experience
the galaxy but to protect people from the overzealous approach 
towards order and stability, and those who think they are better than 
everybody just because they hold guns.
Intolerant people. She just can't understand... it's so simple, isn't
it? Don't judge a person before you know them.
Herself. She has a serious case of an inferiority complex. She 
doesn't like the part of herself that gets frustrated and rages... 
willing to do anything just to get things done.

Fears:
Other people. She'd been bullied and tormented almost incessantly 
until Jenette came along. She is friendly to everyone she meets, but 
now it was a psychological defense... she doesn't want anyone to have 
a reason to hate her.
Herself. Or specifically, losing herself.

Quirks:
Reads. Constantly. Fortunately she'd learned to multitask, and is 
well capable of holding conversations even if her nose is buried in a 
book.
Has little regard for money. She spends most of it on books or
software, her Minimalist nature requiring no 'luxuries'.
Rejects violence. She neither wants it done to her, or for her to
inflict on others.
Slightly schitzophrenic. She buried all her frustrations, all her
anger, all her loneliness. She was consciously scaling back her
talents, trying to live as normal a life as possible. She didn't want
to be set apart from others.. even when she knew she was better. She
loved to push her limits, they didn't. Why then must she endure being
lesser than they were?! Her callsign is the Black Ice. It is not 
often that she's submerged into this other personality; but once she 
is the relentless Black Ice, her heart was as dark and forbidding, 
her demeanor as hard and coldly efficient.

Weaknesses:
Emotionally fragile. Her Minimalist upbringing, raised in isolation
with only books for company has ill-prepared her for dealing with the
galaxy at large. There was also the little matter of her brain being
wiped of all memories of her parents back when she was twelve. And I,
a being that doesn't know the meaning of restraint, puts her 
emotional state in the hands of three people, to whom she feels a 
definite attraction to.
The first is Jenette. Her best friend, whom she is completely devoted 
to. She was her protector, her confidante, her strength. She wouldn't 
know what to do without Jenette, it was a bond not quite sisterly... 
for she was willing to do anything just to strengthen the link 
between them. 
The second is Kardi. It's not hard to imagine; the young man was 
handsome, mature beyond his years, with those hunter's eyes and an 
aura of danger - it was enough to make any teenage girl giddy. This 
was before she knew he was her brother, though. Afterwards, she was 
still uncomfortable in his presence, for he represented a harsh 
reality beyond her imaginations. 
And the third is the Dommne, now Irece Nia Saramis. Genetically, her 
son. His alphacells are really hers, and they wish to unite. This 
forms an magnetism between the two, that she doesn't wish at all. 
All around Savine is filled with wrongness, for she herself is an 
aberration, something that shouldn't exist, a power terrible in its 
intent.

Notable talents or abilities:
Limited telepresence, the ability to recognize and manipulate 
patterns intrinsic in machines and other devices. Much as telekinesis 
alters the patterns present between the mind and the object, she can 
alter the pattern present within machinery; the more complex it is 
the easier to control.
Polloid alphacells, mostly dormant. She is slightly stronger, faster,
smarter than the average. She is also immune to most forms of poison 
or illness. In extreme stress, her alphacells can become active and
temporarily grant her the strength and endurance of a full Polloid.
Datajill-level intellect. Simply speaking, she's a genius, but in an
extremely limited field. She can process information and has an
instinctive grasp of patterns present in an activity... although the
latter may just be a latent Kitaran trait. They had long theorized 
that all battles have a 'flow', that all conflict have their own 
innate turning points, and the skilled warrior can sense this. 
Kitarans are great pilots, relying heavily on instincts, as they have 
little psionic potential as a Race. Is instinct the balancer for 
psionics? No one really knows.
Limited pyrokinesis, expressing itself in the control of heat in the
enviroment. Strangely, it is far easier for her to make her immidiate
surroundings cold than warm. This was a sign the Black Ice is 
starting to assert herself.

Outlook on life:
Life is good. She sees the best in everyone, willing to give all the
benefit of the doubt. However, as much as she is amiable to others is
she critical of herself. At first it was because she saw it as her 
own fault if others were hostile to her, she had earned their 
resentment.
Later, when she learned of the full extent that her life was being 
used as an experiment, she feared whatever she might end up doing. 
She wants to be good, she desperately WANTS to.

Goals/motivations:
To help and educate people. A Minimalist is someone who recognizes 
that all a person requires in life is a knowledge of oneself. They do 
not enslave themselves to others for mere credits. Instead they seek 
a pure and active life that develops both mind and body. They try to 
spread the Miminal Decency required to keep civilization going on. 
That is all that's needed, for everyone to have this... and never 
again shall there be strife, or injustice, or needless waste.

Oft-used phrases:
Um.. I might have a better idea.
Is this okay?
I'm sorry. (bow)
According to (name of philosopher here), (long diatribe here).

Overview:
Savine is FORGIVENESS. This is the core of her characterization. She 
is the second chance, the way of redemption for many people. And most 
of all, the one she needs to forgive is herself.

She starts off a Border Patrol officer, eager to help. Soon she will
realize just how tender neutrality is. I prefer not to reveal too 
much of the Strange Days story and how her character's going to be
developed. ^_^ I like surprises. I also like giving them.

In the end though, it's all a matter of choice (as Jabrun already
foreshadowed in SD01). Federation or Rim? Aegis Taenar or Polloid? 
The stable status quo or risky expansion? She stands at the center, 
whom shall she follow? Who is RIGHT? Who is to be forgiven for all 
the lives they've taken in the name of their fight?

Her alphacells also have in them encoded the entirety of Seline's
memory. As a child, she loved her (other) mother so much she wanted 
to become like her when she grew up. She's getting her wish, but not 
as she intended... she already looks similar to Seline, and should 
she awaken her Polloid potential she will be truly immortal.. but 
also buried under the weight of her mother's memory. She fears that. 
Also, it would mean that she'd know her father the way her mother 
knew him.. and that would be just...icky. The price of immortality 
seems too high, something she wasn't willing to pay, amazing in that 
SHE has the very thing countless others have searched for and refuses 
to use it.


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Name: Fantyra Kardi
Appears in: Strange Days
Nomenclature: Fantyra (Warlife-clan) Pirshan-miro(Seeker-subclan) 
Kardi (Zallun, Kar'ad'rihr: Divine vengeance )

Original name: Fantyra Pirshan-miro Minya Kardi

Date of Birth: 20161 (age 20 @ story start)

Hair color: Black
Eye color: Amber
Skin color: Light tan

Place of Origin: Crossroads Station, Nexus

Likes:
Peace. His life is ordered around battle, and as such he enjoys peace
whenever he can grab it... which isn't often.
Machined weapons and machine-assisted combat. He is Kitaran. HS are
fast, powerful machines. Self-evident, really.
Martial arts. Finding his center, focusing his mind, every action 
being made to its full effect... without inner peace, bring peace 
into the galaxy is impossible.
Taenarians. To respect and protect them is the foundation of his
existence.
His friends. Savine's 'posse' and his tend to overlap, though he is
more comfortable with his sublieutenants Grant and Holt (since he can 
order them around).
Spicy foods, notably curry chicken the way B-sol used to make it.

Dislikes:
War. The mark of the greatest warriors, is that all of them loathed
war itself. But they had no choice but to fight, for that was the 
only thing they were good at, the only thing that they were of use 
for. 
Polloid. Self-evident, really.
Alcohol. It's such a stupid, unhealthy and slow way to alter
consciousness. It tastes bad, too.
Wimps. Defined as those who are weak, but try to resolve things 
through violence anyway.

Fears:
He has locked away most of his emotions, reacting dispassionately...
with 'machine precision', but it was Savine who held the key. Now he
had a reason to fight, something to protect. Losing her, gives him
nightmares.
Losing himself in battle-fire. So far he has kept it in control, but
every time he feels more and more delight in the simple act of
destruction... how long before he forgets that he fights to protect?
Nadia Fiole. He has completely no idea how to react to her or her
intentions.

Quirks:
Almost no sense of humor. He doesn't recognize it at all, although
some puns can be appreciated for their innate value. The Dommne's
"Jorael Dulace esme Nir" - Jorael Needs only Peace. Nir, could also
mean The Whole.
Slightly schitzophrenic. Trained to become a perfect soldier, he has
submerged all fears, all doubt, all regret. He is a killing machine,
this was how he viewed himself. He remained unstained by his 
victories, which only meant there was a part of himself that knew 
what he was doing was wrong, and would shortly devour him. His 
callsign is the Sunchild, and like starfire unleashed he would scorch 
all opposition. Raw hate, purest anger, a burning desire to kill, and 
piloting skills raised to ungodly levels. His reserved demeanor 
normally was to keep the Sunchild in check, denying him any cracks to 
slip through the conscious mind.


Weaknesses:
Emotionally absent. Trained from a young age to be a soldier, told to
control his emotions as they were the trigger for his psionic
abilities, and then sent forth to kill - has ill-prepared him to deal
with the galaxy at large. To keep his personal demons at bay, he has
locked away all of his emotions, in an antithesis of the Volkovite
values. He doesn't know how to relate to people. He is a flame that
stands alone, shining in the darkness. People and connections were
levers that open weaknesses in warriors. When you care, you can be
forced by the enemy to fight on their terms.
Savine. He values her more than anything, and taking her hostage is
a sure way to bring the Sunchild into play.


Notable talents or abilities:
A focused military mind. He is however an officer, not trained as an
assassin; so he is below Rao in simple combat ability though he makes
up for it in sheer endurance. His ability to adapt to changing
battlefield conditions is nothing short of dazzling... or Brusolla-
like.
Very limited telepresence, the ability to recognize and manipulate
patterns intrinsic in machines and other devices. In his case it is a
'danger sense' that warns him if a device is sabotaged or
malfunctioning, and great gunneries accuracy.
Polloid alphacells, mostly dormant. He is slightly stronger, faster,
smarter than everyone else. He is also immune to most forms of poison
or ailment. In extreme stress, his alphacells can become active and
temporarily grant him the strength, endurance, and rapid healing of
a full Polloid.
Datajill-level intellect. Unlike Savine, he is interested only in
learning was is necessary, so his talents are focused merely on being
able to recognize and operate most military equipment, remember maps
and enemy positions at a glance, making eyeballed targeting estimates
during battle.
Extensive pyrokinesis. He is able to control the amount of heat (or
molecular energy) present in all things near him. He has 'it', his 
own weapon tied into his very lifeforce. He can cause his hand to 
heat up and form a thin layer of raw plasma above his skin. This heat 
blade varies from the length of his hand to about fifteen inches. 
With it he can punch or slice through most armor. The plasma can also 
be collected into a ball, which he can throw at someone. Its use is 
only under the greatest need though, as every moment it's active 
drains his lifespan. The feeling when 'it' is in use, is similar to 
having your bones splintering, healing, then splintering again. Much 
pain.


Outlook on life:
Life is pain. Everyone is put into the world to suffer, to suffer and
endure. Joy is only good, because we know the feeling of grief. Peace
can only be appreciated, if we know the horrors of war. Some are born
to preserve the ignorance of others upon the truth in life. This was
his duty. He has made up his mind that he will not live long. He has
no regret towards the path he had chosen -- someone has to do these
tasks, detestable as they might be -- to protect the weak and the
helpless.

Goals/motivations:
To serve the ideals of the Aegis Taenar, to wit;
a. the protection and exaltation of Taenarians
b. the inhibition of all Polloid activity
c. the continued existence of the Federation
....but to be replaced by;
a. protect savine
b. crunch anything that stands in her way, unless it violates rule a.
c. follow her antiviolence stance (although his solution is mostly of 
a stop fighting or I'll knock your heads in) unless it is in conflict
with directives a. and b.

Oft-used phrases:
Leave them alone.
Go back the way you came. Or die.
Lay down your arms. Or die! (refusal) You're all dead! (carnage)
I will. Protect.

Overview:
Kardi is JUSTICE. This is the core of his characterization. He is a
weapon, which throws off all those that tried to weild it. He has
brought justice to those that had escaped vengeance... but ultimately
it is himself that will face the consequences of what he had done.

After Tabbana Brusolla, the Datajill Shan, and Seline died to destroy
one of the Polloid masterminds, the twins were separated. Savine had
a chance to live a normal life. Kardi had to be trained. As a
pyrokinetic, he was too dangerous. There was no upper limit to what
he could handle, as his Polloid cells grew stronger off ambient 
energy, which he himself was generating via psionics. It was a 
feedback loop. He could hold a flame longer or make it hotter than 
anyone else can, without being exhausted at the end. The frightening 
tihng was, that pyrokinesis was but the simplest expression of his 
power. Heat, was the movement of molecules. Motion, is energy. He 
cannot directly handle pure energy, but he can control all that 
contains it... so he can command someone to spontaneously combust, an 
engine to run hotter and faster, a reactor to increase or decrease 
output. If he ever thought that having power detatched one from 
responsibility... no choice. He had to be killed. Feralya and Rao 
could be more tolerated, their talents were flexible and 
controllable. He was a bomb(not literally, of course) waiting to 
blow.

In an HS, he was close to unstoppable. Only Aegis Taenar equipment 
was capable of handling the stresses to which he can push the 
machine. On his own, he was remorseless and capable of surviving 
nearly anything that could be thrown at it. He was the perfect 
soldier. The Aegis Taenar felt guilty about destroying his old 
personality and forging this new one... but they did it anyway and 
appreciated the results.

When the Aegis Taenar themselves fail, he is left without that
certainty of righteousness that sustained him for so long. Protecting
Savine allows him to fight on, but now the morals of his actions is
starting to slip through his mental defenses... and the Sunchild 
stirs uneasily in response, ready to absorb and purge all his doubts.

His alphacells also have in them encoded the entirety of Seline's
memory. He is logically more resistant to the prospect of fully
awakening his Polloid self; aside from Seline being a feminine 
mindset and his being masculine, he was trained to hate Polloid. All 
Polloid.






The twins are literally Fire and Ice. Physical and Mental. Chaos and
Order. In extreme, Turmoil and Stasis, both are forms of destruction.
They are halves of whole. They are examples of an entirely NEW 
species in the galaxy. Ironically, they choose to be the last, as the 
only way to create a line of psionically-active half-Polloid is to be 
bred to each other. (Savine and Candize might work, but it would keep 
only the mental aspects, not Kardi's ability to feed off his own psi 
generation)


Only two, standing to block a tide of war. What can two people do? 
Ahh. I smell a tragic story. I'll try to give them a (mostly) happy 
ending though.


I'll give you bios of Nadia, Jenette, Belize, and Esmund later.







Name: Nadia Fiole
Appears in: Strange Days
Nomenclature: Nadia (naiad, nymphs of flowing water—springs, rivers,
fountains, lakes -  represented as beautiful, lighthearted, and
beneficent; apropos for her and the flow of information) Fiole
(compaction of fine oriole, actually -  shy and not easily seen in 
the treetops but may be detected by their loud whistling and jarring 
notes; likewise datajills can only be seen through their rare but 
impressive actions) (Uhm. Why did I spend more time rationalizing her 
name than even the main characters'? I have nooo idea.)

Original name: The Datajill Nadia Fiole

Date of Birth: 20164 (age 18 @ story start)

Hair color: silver blond
Eye color: red
Skin color: pale white

Place of Origin: The battlemoon Ekrunnos

Likes:
Mysteries. She already knows so much, with ready access to even more
information, that the unknown and the unknowable are so fascinating.
Kardi. Not only is he the only one close to her age on her ship, he 
was also a walking mystery. She reasons that her attraction for him 
is in that they were logically compatible. He was capable of matching 
her thought processes, he was fully capable of protecting her... and 
the species barrier meant she didn't have to worry about unwanted
pregnancies. Datajill abilities tend to fade after they give birth.
Emotionally... she's had a crush on him as long as she could remember.
Savine. In a different sense, although as a datajill she was willing 
to try anything once. She wants to know more about this girl who 
could potentially be greater than even herself; the culmination and 
most powerful aspect of the datajill genetics program.
Sweet cakes. Light rock, jazz equivalents on occasion. All manner of
things cute and furry (run, Kardi run!); her plushie toy collection 
is awesome to behold. This is what you get when you mix a teenage 
girl, unlimited credit and untraceable node network access.
Being treated like 'one of the guys'. She previously had no friends 
at all.

Dislikes:
Being disobeyed. She is datajill, after all. She is always right. 
Even if given insufficient information, she has plans, counterplans 
and counter-counterplans.
Being lied to. She must have only facts and accurate information.
Being underestimated. Just because she was young and physically weak
didn't mean she couldn't fight. Her battles were of a different sort,
that's all. She is the most powerful datajill. Ever. In exchange for
physical frailty, she was a mental juggernaught. All right, so you're
big and tough and strong and armed with a large knife. She can 
perform pinpoint beam bombardment on your forehead from orbit, while 
looking at you from her peripheral vision and drinking apple juice. 
Indoors through a window.

Fears:
Not knowing enough and because of that losing those that depend on 
her.
She was datajill. Upon her tremendous mental abilities and profound
judgement are the lives of all her followers. They had utter faith in
her, and she didn't want to fail them. Their minds, their uniqueness,
they were... irreplaceable... to her.
Physical pain. She had never really handled that well. And 
childbirth?! Brr. No, thank you.

Quirks:
All datajills are severely far-sighted due to a unique 
neuroconnection pattern in their brains. She, like others, wears 
large glasses as a remedy (reflective, as the lens distortion would 
make her eyes seem grotesquely huge).
Being an albino, she is extremely sensitive to sunlight.
Speaks with measured pauses between sentences, searching for the best
words to communicate the complexity of her thoughts with.

Weaknesses:
Proving the correctness of all her decisions.
Kardi. Although she has made rationalizations, she is still a teenage
girl, and what she feels for him actually borders on lust. 
Fortunately due to the extreme emphasis of the datajill philosophy on 
mental control, her outward appearance is that of a fragile ceramic 
vase. Inwardly .. well, let's just say that she's extremely 
intelligent and extremely imaginative.

Notable talents or abilities:
Extensive telepresence, the ability to directly interface with ANY
electronic machinery. Things that require piloting or computer 
control (like say, most HS and machined weapons) can be controlled 
within sight range.  Larger and more secured machinery (like say, 
planetary shield generators) have to be touched. Her ship, the 
TETHYS, is like just another limb to her, it feels so natural. She 
can even control electron flows within circuits, altering their base 
programming. The pattern is something that's easy for her to see.
Datajill-level intellect. The ability to collect, process, and 
deliver vast amounts of information; able to understand the binary 
language of computer systems and dataflow; capacity to make 
calculations with such speed and precision to rival that of 
supercomputers; the recognition of patterns in chaotic structures.
Datajill gestalt. The ability to sense and communicate with other
datajills regardless of distance; to combine minds with all other
datajills to form a new consciousness possessing intellect and 
psionic communication beyond all limits.
Neuroshunt. Memory Database in the teraflops range. Anything she's
plugged into becomes as if a portion of her mind.

Outlook on life:
Datajills are given a unique gift. They are served by the Aegis 
Taenar, and they themselves serve the hope of all civilization.

Goals/motivations:
To protect the peace and happiness of those that live within the 
known galaxy from all those that would destroy this for their own 
gain. Become a certain someone's hugglebunny.

Oft-used phrases:
Please speak. I must have input.
There is no alternative. (touches the rim of her glasses) Destroy 
them. 
Silly inforats. Don't they recognize their goddess?
Ooh, where is he now?! That infuriating man!

Overview:
Nadia is culmination of several hundred years of datajill genetic
planning. Although born with a very frail constitution, an albino
suited only for life indoors and near cold machinery, and much to her
annoyance a slow maturation; she more than makes up for this with raw
mental prowess. There are only four datajill left in the galaxy, and
since there can only be a maximum of twelve in the ENTIRE UNIVERSE,
those left behind can only wait for children to show datajill traits
when they grow. In Ekrunnos, little girls with traits of high
intelligence and latent telepathy are trained and watched. Being
datajill is a Gift, whomsoever becomes a datajill is unknown... until
the day that the other datajills sense their awakening into the 
gestalt potentia. Nadia is an exception; almost from birth it was 
certain she was going to be a datajill. Even at an early age, she was 
genius among geniuses. She designed the TLV TETHYS and handpicked her 
crew. Her captainry skills were such that she was  allowed to venture 
forth from the battlemoon, in a time when datajills were treasures to 
be guarded most heavily.

Datajills were supposed to be Sisters, for all come from Mother One,
the first datajill. They were closer than blood, for they could 
become one another.

She had much in common with Savine. She too, faced resentment from
those that she wanted to be friends with. Savine had literal 
isolation, she was isolated right in middle of her own community. A 
third all but worshipped her footsteps. A third loathed her with 
burning jealousy. A third didn't know what to do with her. Even her 
parents were at a loss to relate with a girl destined to be obeyed by 
all Aegis Taenar.. themselves included. Aegis Taenar IS a subculture, 
after all.

Outside the battlemoon was risk; but also freedom. Kardi was always
with her when she grew up. Some were envious that he paid attention
only to her, some were disdainful of her friendship with an
abomination. She could no longer tolerate living with such 
intolerance deep in the heart of what should be a vessel of 
enlightenment.

Other datajills feel threatened by Savine, and her unfathomable 
depths of potential. To Nadia, the fact that she would eventually be 
surpassed was comforting. For all her intellect, for all her 
expertise, she was still young; and the weight of responsibility was 
heavy on her frail frame. She would enjoy teaching Savine the joys 
and sadness of being datajill. At the least she had someone she could 
talk to, who could really understand.

A pity that midway into the story, the entirety of datajill glory was
all but destroyed. No datajill can trust another; for the Aegis has
been betrayed from within. She must now pit her mental strengths
against all others she once called Sister. Again she is alone. Is she
strong enough to withstand their combined onslaught, along with the
threat of Candize and those returning from beyond the Rim? There... 
are too many variables, too many unknowns...



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Name: Jenette Andersii
Appears in: Strange Days
Nomenclature: Jenette[je-ne-tey] (from French jeté: thrown; 
originally I was going for Janette or Jenna, but it.. didn't sound 
right.) Andersii(undersea; Eh. She is a naval daughter, after all. 
But an independent one, like a nuke sub)

Original name: Jenette A. Juuchambi

Date of Birth: 20159 (age 23 @ story start)

Hair color: rusty red
Eye color: hazel
Skin color: fair

Place of Origin: Iscapa Floor, Manchari.

Likes:
Success. Unlike just winning, she is given more to appreciating just
how victory is reached. When she and her team is working efficiently 
as a group, she's happy. Being able to gloat was just a plus. 
(muahahaha)
Fussing over Savine. Aw. But the girl was just so cute and helpless.
And unlike her own sisters, had a brain and a spine. Worth 
protecting.
A well-maintained ship and well-trained crew.
Being desired. She had great pride in herself as a woman.
Vanilla ice cream.

Dislikes:
Her own family. Her father was a controlling force, her mother a
shrieking harlot, her brothers already suckered into thinking a life
of telling others what to do was the best life there is, her sisters
pretty but completely self-absorbed, waiting only for the day they 
will have husbands whom they could show off. No. She did not have a 
happy childhood.
The military mindset. Soldiers do what they are told, regardless of
what's right or wrong. An independent ethic leads to a court-martial.
Granted, the Federation professed itself to be moral; but 
nevertheless the mentality was there... and it could so easily be 
abused. Her father was NOT a good man. She hated to think that there 
were others like him, but being a realist she knew that he was 
really, not all that unique.There were many like him. Power changes 
people. Bureaucracy. Under the guise of preserving order, it 
depersonalizes people and prevents the growth of good reform. It was 
worse than the bindings of tradition that it replaced.
Being used. To further an alliance, her father had arranged for her
marriage. No one in her family supported her. After all, the chosen 
man was rich, handsome, well-educated and well-connected. That she 
wasn't in love with him was of no consequence. They would all end up 
leading better lives for it... so she took drastic measures. She and 
her family became disavowed from each other. From then on, she had an 
awareness of how people used each other daily, sometimes willfully 
but mostly without even knowing it. It was only Savine, who was 
willing to take pains just to lighten the load on those around her, 
who didn't ask for anything in return.. as if helping others was 
simply the most natural thing in the universe... so...
Anyone who might want to harm Savine, and her innocent optimistic
worldview.

Fears:
Being under someone's control. She was terrified of relationships, 
and secretly wondered wheter her father was still watching over her 
and directing what she could do.
Savine's fate. The Black Ice, she could understand. She became closer
to the girl for that, even. But Savine losing her hope and 
innocence... then goodness was truly dead in the galaxy, leaving her 
with no refuge from her own cyniciscm.

Quirks:
Holds to precise naval discipline. Although she rejects her 
upbringing, she is still intimately familiar with all forms of naval 
procedure. 
Denies liking soap operas, but watches them anyway. 
Her previous faith in her own ability was broken, and it will be long 
before she recovers.
Never makes promises. She tries hard to fulfill all obligations.
Lousy cook. Really lousy. She follows the instructions on the recipe
but because her mind doesn't deem cooking as a particularly 
'important' skill, it's easy for her to lose attention on the task. 
Other homemaker skills are only slightly more accomplished.

Weaknesses:
Overcaution. Although she has good instincts, the fact that her first
attempt at command was such an utter disaster shames her. She just
froze up and all her naval background fled from her, leaving her
feeling so powerless. It struck home that she was directly 
responsible for all those lives... and her slightest mistakes could 
doom her own crew. Even if they die by enemy guns, she was still 
their executioner. How could anyone WANT this as a way of life and 
extol it as a MORAL DUTY, as the Federation does? She could hardly 
believe her previous enthusiasm. It will be long before she recovers. 
Until then, she won't take authoritative action without Savine's 
approval.

Notable talents or abilities:
Intimate knowledge of all Federation naval procedure, assets, and
motivations; from ship classes, formations to overall strategy.
Excellent all-around ship command skills, from piloting to sensors to
repair.
Amazing competence.
Deadly sarcasm.

Outlook on life:
Life isn't perfect, and that's the great thing about it. Because it's
incomplete, we can all dream and hope. Because we don't know what 
comes after death, we can live every day without worry. Because all 
of us make mistakes, we can forgive and be forgiven... and in the 
end, what really matters is if you are happy with what you can make 
out of what you have.

Goals/motivations:
Initially, she's just out to prove she can survive by herself. 
However as things start to go critical, she find herself mired in a 
conflict that could spell the end of one thousand five hundred years 
of relative peace from within. She is opened to how unjust the Rim 
has been treated. If the Navy was just content to hang back and see 
how thing turn out, then maybe they deserve to get whacked. But the 
people who depend on them... she had to do something. Anything. She 
was in a position to help, therefore she must. And if Savine was the 
only thing that can stop this madness; then she would serve Savine to 
the best of her ability.

Oft-used phrases:
What in the name of the sixteen varieties of Tamaran compost do you
THINK you're doing?!
Don't make me hurt you.
Oh Shut Up and Do As You're Told. (migraine)
Why, yes I DO think pointing their guns at us is a way of saying "Hi,
will you join us for lunch?"

Overview:
She is a tower of sanity compared to everyone else in the damn fic.
Which is strange, considering how dysfunctional was the family that
produced her. Her father was the Fleet Admiral of the 5th Fleet, and
barely spent any time with his family. Her mother has constant
dalliances with all sorts of men, as if daring her father to do
something, and risk making himself look ridiculous to his peers. Her
three sisters, ages 20, 17 and 16, are already spoiled, narrow-
minded, and living only to outdo each other in fashion, reputation, 
and boytoys. Her two brothers, 15 and 12, were safely away on 
boarding schools, being raised to become dedicated Navy officers. As 
firstborn, she was already slated to follow in the family tradition; 
she pushed herself hard to show her rise was due to her own skills, 
not the ugly rumors of nepotism.

Then her father dropped the bombshell that Alfrem G. Cantatta, only 
son of the Cantatta-Darsoom Corporation, had asked for her hand in 
marriage and that he had accepted.

Although she held no sentimental illusions about her family, this was
the last straw. No one was on her side. The Cantatta-Darsoom was the
leading defense contractor for the Federation Navy, which was slowly
weaning itself off Kitaran/Tamaran/Zallun product controls. Her 
father, though fleet admiral, had no real political power. This 
alliance, sealed with a union of the families, would open new 
horizons for all those involved.

Her words, "If you go through with this, I'll make sure there's blood
on the sheets on our wedding night, and it's not going to be mine." 
If there was one thing she learned from them; it was never to bluff. 
Make promises that WILL be keeped. She abandoned the Navy and entered 
Border Patrol, because like it or not ship command is the only thing 
she was really good at.


She is profoundly 'normal' but far from being a disadvantage because 
of that she's the foundation of the 'Savinamaiana' (Team Savine). She
keeps them grounded and taking out only the sensible plans. Without 
her good sense, they would all be lost. And even a normal person is 
capable of accomplishing miracles in certain circumstances.


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By the way, here are the main political entities of the Rim:

Dommnicate of Jorael (DOMJOR)
 militarily and resource-strong but lacks the manpower for sustained
 warfare
Commissions of Chronos Civil Rule (CCCR)
 resource rich and militarily sufficient but mostly incompetent
Associations of the Stars of Tolera (ASTOL)
 weak but highly motivated veteran populace
The Sanctions of Redeemed Cryptos (SACRP)
 held with great determination abd paranoia
Cameron Independent Cluster States (CICS)
 practitioners of "free and unlimited trade practices"
Direct Assembly of Zane Archdussars(DAZA)
 insular and highly resistant to all influences
Occupied Territories of Autonomous Peridon (OCAP)
 Half Fed, Half Rim: All ready to explode
Reactionary Domains of Tulven (RECDOM-TUL)
 'liberated' and being 'protected' by Jorael
Inner Rim Economic Protection Zone (IR-EPZ-Sewell Meras Antalon)
 enjoys "corporational freedom"
Reactionary Domains of Cryos (RECDOM-CYS)
 utter anarchy
Andromendan Sovereign Interests (ASI - IthKara DathKara)
 where the ASI protectorates border the Outer Rim
Principalities of Free Magmus  (PRIMAG)
 desperately fighting to keep its indepedence
Occupied Territories of Autonomous Larendor (OCAD)
 open warzone, all players welcome
Inner Rim Buffered Protection Zone (IR-BFZ-Darimar Peridon)
 where the inner Rim meets the outer Rim and stuff happens
Ordered Regionals of Unaligned Ceralis (ORUC)
 mercenary heart, neutral but well-prepared forces
Independent Perapin Colonial Perimeters (IPCP)
 far out in Rim, entirely self-sufficient
Leauge of the Fringe Endeavors (LFE - Cerilis, Larilan, clusters and
 colonial assets not on the map)
 mostly harmless

Restored Legacies of the Severance (ROLUSEV)
 from way beyond the Rim, utilizing a mix of Aegis and Scourge
 technology, dangerous beyond belief



Jorael - Joraelu
Cryptos - Cryptan
Chronos - Chronite
Tyranis - Tyrana
Tolera - Toleran
Ceralis - Ceralu
Cameron - Camerin
Sewell - Sewellu
Zane - Zanite
Meras - Meran
Magmus- Magmite
Larendor - Larenda
Antalon - Antala
Cryos - Cryan
Ith Kara - Ith Karan
Perapin - Perapu
Darimar - Darimite
Tulven - Tulvite
Tianna - Federation pukes (okay, okay... Tiannite)
Sarenn - Sarennu
Ellana - Elannian(Elanite?)




Also, Kardi is known in the Rim as the Nujer-aya-ka; the rumored Son 
of Suns, destroyer of entire armies(son of suns because he apparently 
can go from one system to another, from warzone to warzone, in a 
blink; as if he can personally skim on the jump threads). Savine is 
later known as the Tirei-aya-ka, the Daughter of Darkness (because no 
one has ever caught her, she's like a shadow).

Both are of course, ironically apt.