Tamara Riley

Race: Human
Sex: Female
Class: Hunter

Bio: Tamara was born in the great golden age. She beheld grand space elevators, grand arcologies and a thousand other marvels with her own two eyes. Unfortunately, that isn't to imply she understands how they work. One may know how to operate a car, or that a stasis field is generated via a Kedrian field coil but the basics principles for such things are beyond her. After all, a person of the twentieth century may know how to build a car but without knowing how to create steel, process oil into gasoline and a hundred other details all that knowledge is useless.

One thing Tamara is good with that translates into the modern age is her ability to handle computers. It's just a shame that her ghost, or rather any ghost, being an artificial intelligence derived from an alien god like entity, can accomplish a lifetime's worth of programming in a few moments.

Tamara first awakened in the recent age when a ghost found her. She'd been lying for a hundred years, her skeleton protected from the elements by the materials of her car, when her ghost found her. She remembers racing for the Cosmodrome, invading aliens buzzing through the skies in their starships, dropping from clawed appendages and killing all that they could. Tamara remembers the one that landed on her hood, and promptly emptied her skull with a bolt of superheated plasma. Her ghost tried putting it all back but her memories are fractured and incomplete. Not everything could be salvaged her ghost claimed but given the fact she was not alone in the car where she awakened she sometimes wonders if that is actually true, if her ghost obliging omitted restoring many aspects of who she was.

Secondary Skills: Computers,