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[b]Player Name:[/b] Nieszka
[b]Character Name:[/b] Dr. Naomi Wolfe
[b]Character Age:[/b] 29
[b]Character Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b]

Slender and beautiful, if in a careless way, Dr. Wolfe is most often found in lab coats or exercise clothes, depending on the time of day. 

[b]Profession:[/b] 

Dr. Wolfe is a biologist and organic chemist whose specialization is the forced adaption of plant and animal life to otherwise hostile environments. Much of this is built on the pioneering work of her father, Dr. David Wolfe, to create more sustainable living conditions on Mars.

[b]Nationality:[/b] Martian

[b]Strengths and Weaknesses:[/b] 

Naomi Wolfe’s greatest strength is her intellect. She is a brilliant scientist, highly rational and practical. In this vein, she is observant and detail-oriented but has a more difficult time with big-picture ideas and any concept that cannot be scientifically proven. This is not the person with which to talk about dreams or intuition. Naomi can read some 900 words per minute with good comprehension and has a good memory for facts and figures. 

Thanks to the Martian required military service, Naomi is physically fit and has some basic combat and defensive abilities. Given a crisis, she will act first and talk later, a fact that saved her life a several times on active duty. 

Naomi has a deeply ingrained need to belong but is lacking in interpersonal skills. Even when well-meaning, the scientist comes off as blunt or insensitive and can be very difficult to work with because of this character flaw. Conversely, this has led to her seemingly reserved nature. Rather than attempting to belong and being rebuffed for her lack of people skills, Naomi keeps mainly to herself. She’d be terribly lonely if she didn’t push herself to work such long hours.


[b]Personal Effects:[/b] Clothing, a tablet, the journals recording the scientific research of both herself and her father, a portable microscope that more often than not is simply a paperweight on her desk, abandoned in favor of the better ones found in the Vitae’s labs, and a few dog-eared books. A couple of these are scientific texts annotated with Naomi’s tiny script, but most are old romances, such as [i]Jane Eyre[/i], [i]Pride and Prejudice[/i], and [i]The Tenant of Wildfell Hall[/i].


[b]Bio:[/b]

As the connection finally clears, an image of an old man’s bulbous nose takes up much of the screen, wobbling as he mumbles about Martian equipment and long-distance calls at all hours of the day and night. He fiddles with a few more buttons and wires then leans back, as if just now noticing the business-like face staring at him.

“Ah, about time, isn’t it?” He starts in his brusque way, sitting down in front of the computer so that more of the room behind him can be seen. It’s a lab, as spotless as the man is disorderly, filled with high-tech equipment of various descriptions and one other scientist, a young woman peering into a beaker, her dark hair pulled roughly back except for a few escaping strands.

“Well, get on with it!” the man scolds, bringing his correspondent’s attention immediately back to him. “What have you come to beg for this time?”

The man on the other side of the screen is a Martian official, used to respect and more than a little put off by the scientist’s lack of decorum, but he straightens his jacket and manages to speak clearly enough.

“Dr. David Wolfe, as my colleagues have no doubt told you, the United Earth Council has—“

“And I've told your colleagues,” David Wolfe interrupted, “That an old man’s got no place on that tub you're chucking into space! To think—“

“You’re right! You are too old for the Genesis Program. It is your daughter we want,” The officer shouts over him, his politeness forgotten in aggravation. He looks down at the file in his hands and reads from it:  “Protege of the great David Wolf, extremely promising research in her own right, not to mention honorable conduct during mandatory military service, which is more than we can say about you, [i]sir[/i].”

The old man harrumphs in annoyance, as the woman behind him looks up, the first time she’s shown any interest at all in her father’s correspondence. “I’ll do it, of course,” she says calmly, placing the glass down and stepping towards the computer.

“Well how am I going to get a new one trained up now?” the old man grumbles.

“You won’t need to if you’ve been torn apart by Devastators.”

The old man considers this with perverse satisfaction for a moment, then gives a rough nod. “Well if you’re in such a hurry to leave your old man to the aliens, you’d best get to it.”

Six months later, Dr. Naomi Wolfe departs Mars on a short-range space shuttle and is packed aboard the Vitae.

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Naomi's father married very late in life to a much younger lab tech, neither of which were quite expecting the union to produce a child. David Wolfe, at this point in his mid 60's, saw his daughter as a chance to continue his work, xenobiology and the adaptation of inhospitable planets to sustainable human life, all the more necessary in his eyes after the Three Day War.

So, to further his hopes for the future, this rather unpleasant man made himself teacher to a young girl, starting her on math and science much earlier than any child normally would have, while other (in his mind, lesser) subjects were delegated to unhappy lab assistants and Naomi's mother. Soon she was not only David Wolfe's student, but also his assistant and eventually, valued colleague. Family friends say he was know to call Naomi his greatest scientific experiment.

Naomi's unconventional education and her natural inclination to the work let her advance quickly beyond her years. At the age of twenty-four when Naomi was contacted about the Genesis Project in her father's lab, she was already a doctor twice over and was working on her own line of research in the field of xenobiology. So her skills are those of a brilliant scientist and researcher, and she has all of her father's prodigious work to build off of.

Since the launch of the Vitae, five years ago now, Naomi Wolf has largely kept herself above the despair of the so far fruitless search by keeping her mind on the details, the smaller problems immediately before her: evolving existing edible plants and animals to create sustainable food for either a very long space voyage or for a new home planet that might not have a sustainable food source fit for humans, controlling an eliminating the occasional outbreak of disease, and her pet project, experimenting with the Tardigrade genome to alter other organisms’ survivability in the vacuum of space.

[b]Relationships:[/b]

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[*] Michael Smith: A colleague Naomi is friendly with.
[*] Captain Matthew Lopez
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