[center][b][h1][color=crimson]C E L I N A  J A C K S P A R[/color][/h1][/b]
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[color=crimson][b]“Would you like to see a demonstration of absolute loyalty?”[/b][/color][/center]

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[b]NAME[/b]
[indent][color=gray]Celina Jackspar[/color][/indent]
[b]ALIAS[/b]
[indent][color=gray]”Chief Minister”[/color][/indent]
[b]GENDER[/b]
[indent][color=gray]Female[/color][/indent]
[b]D - O - B[/b]
[indent][color=gray]January 1st 2627 (50)[/color][/indent]
[b]ORIGIN[/b]
[indent][color=gray]Smith’s Rest [/color][/indent]
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[b]PERSONALITY & MOTIVATIONS[/b]
[indent][color=gray]There are statues which reveal more in conversation than Celina Jackspar, if such interactions with her could be considered that. To be face-to-face with her is rarely a pleasant experience, but they often feel necessary. 

She campaigned promising to strengthen New Anchorage, and as far as one could tell, that's what she appears to want. Her iron will and lack of tolerance for insubordination invoke a sense of duty, and many assume she may even have some vendetta against the corporations, for how vehemently she promised they would not tread down the same road. 

But there is something more, something terrible, that never has and likely never will see the public surface. In the end, whatever Celina is, whatever Celina wants, whatever drives this abyssal woman towards her ends, no one, not even her own blood, is meant to know.[/color][/indent]
[b]PERSONAL HISTORY[/b]
[indent][color=gray]There isn’t a person still alive in New Anchorage that could tell you about who the Jackspars are, how long they’d lived in the settlement of then-Smith’s Rest, or why they’d holed up in a ratty old building and filled it with books. No one knew, moreover no one cared. 

Some can recall the daunting woman attending town-hall meetings, rallies and the like, well before the birth of her daughter. Others might tell stories of venturing into the shadowed library, and finding no one no matter how extensively they searched. Indeed it was rare for anyone to actually check a text [i]out[/i], but then, in so tumultuous a time, most agreed that immediate survival came before the immersion of dead history. 

Even when her daughter became one of the handful of pilots vowed to lead Smith’s Rest to prosper, she was an enigma. Only, she was becoming a public figure, an enigma of person and politics alike. She no longer sat silently throughout public meetings, but argued the plans expressed by the council in power. 

It became quickly evident that she was no dissenter, but a learned contender, wise not only in the machinations of politics present, but past as well. She had an arsenal of campaigning platforms tucked away in her mind, and before long she was no spectator, but a speaker at rallies urging change. So much spent on the protection of New Anchorage, and yet the city had fallen victim to attacks twice within the year of the NC program’s foundation. People were hurt, afraid, angry.

When Smith’s Rest became New Anchorage, when things finally looked to calm, Celina made her move. It was not the time to settle, to grow comfortable in the wake of assisted stability, but rather it was time for the settlement to establish itself. New Anchorage must be a force. Those who thought them weak for their meager history should not be rewarded, but punished to the fullest extent for their transgressions. 

At first she was met with resistance by the settlement’s officials, perhaps because of her seemingly radical ideals, or perhaps just because she was a nobody come with the threat to take control. People had begun to support her, even if the vocal were few, but it would take more than raw intellect to gather the push necessary to get her in power.

It is an odd thing to be thankful for tragedy, but when New Anchorage was attacked a second time, Celina smiled. The chaos that ensued was mostly subtle, there were no fearful riots, and in fact the NC facility had clearly been the primary target. Nevertheless, the governing power began to collapse on itself, torn between its former views and a sudden jerk towards support for Celina. With the citizenry uproariously at her back, she was elected into an executive position by the end of the following day.
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[b]INFLUENCE & RELATIONS[/b]
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[b][color=6ecff6]Elizabeth Jackspar[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]Celina’s daughter, there is something terrible between them, something unspoken and hidden. Celina views her as her first great creation, but she is just that, the [i]first[/i].[/color] 

[b][color=662d91]Vera Voloshyna[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]Celina has never spoken about the Voloshynas, or why she chose to take in their daughter. In any case, with her rise to power, many see the adoption as a sign of kindness, and tolerance. Celina welcomes such rounding assumptions.[/color] 

[b][color=0076a3]Stein Kalfox[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]A Volkov throwaway working on a favor to a deserter commander. Her record is impressive at least, and Celina doesn’t believe in wasting useful tools, but she will be keeping a keen eye on the balance of “risk” and “reward”.[/color]

[b][color=lightsteelblue]Percy Moore[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]Celina has been aware of Percy’s presence since the earliest days of NA’s first NC squadron. A nervous father with a dead wife, oh what a myriad of strings to pull.[/color]

[b][color=f7941d]Ryn Dradht[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]A child. Celina hardly even glanced through Ryn’s dossier past her experience.[/color]

[b][color=808080]Alan Fouren[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]A “junkyard dog” with an interesting history. His psychological profile is lacking, but what’s there harmonizes poorly with his admittedly notable feats. Something with this man doesn’t add up. Fodder, if nothing else, at least.[/color]


[b][color=8f735b]Tahlia Styles[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]A combat veteran, but a combat veteran for Red Star. It’s too early to tell much about her, which is its own sort of trouble. Celina’s approval for her is second hand, on the back of Graham’s, in an effort to minimize any public risk.[/color]

[b][color=ffd1dc]Madison Cole[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]Another of the original squadron, Celina is keeping a close, interested eye on her recovery process.[/color][/hider]

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[b][color=aba000]Ingram Kalfox[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]Celina wouldn’t trust Stein even if her father wasn’t on base. But his presence, and his alleged history, mark him as a person of interest. A scapegoat, if nothing else.[/color]

[b][color=violet]Ana Moore[/color]:[/b] [color=gray]Innocence in the world is rare, but it is not precious. Little Ana Moore is a string.[/color]

[b]Michael Graham:[/b] [color=gray]Celina’s relationship with Graham is at best complicated. There will be a day, she knows, when their ideals, whatever they may be, will reach an impasse. Until then, she is content for their progress to be mutual, and despite what her public comments may be, understands how crucial it is that they work together.[/color]
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[b]APPEARANCE[/b]
[indent][color=gray]Celina is a menacing spire. Tall and narrow yet immovable, there are few she does not cast her shadow upon, even if their eyes level. Despite her position of authority, her attire has remained humble and plain, often bound in a deep coat and heavy boots that suggest she does not mind who hears her approach. Her face is sharp and cut with lines of thought, and her glacial eyes rest in pits behind thin glasses. 

Most look away following a furrowed glance, and so to match gazes with her for long is tantamount to war. She has the look of one who understands their power, thoroughly.[/color][/indent]
[b]TRAITS[/b]
[indent][color=gray][b]Orator/Manipulator:[/b] Celina is good with words. She’s good with words that inspire, words that rally, condemn, threaten and terrify. She negotiates mercilessly, never yielding much in return, and what cannot be resolved civilly, can almost always be handled by other means.

[b]Historian:[/b] Celina is well-read in many topics largely lost to the interests of the public. Her knowledge on subjects of ancient and modern history, politics, psychology, medicine and many more speak to a lifetime spent buried in books. The ability to arise from nothing with the apparent experience of a professional has proved invaluable in her political rise.
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