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[center][h2][color=008000][b]S T E L L A   S O L O M O N
23 | Female | 5’3” | AB-[/b][/color][/h2][/center]


[color=008000][h3][i]General Information[/i][/h3][/color]
[center][color=#00e6e6][i]“I’m a Mixologist. It’s like a bartender, but I think I’m better than you.”[/i][/color][/center]

[color=008000][b]NAME:[/b][/color]
Stella Solomon

[color=008000][b]ALIASES // TITLES:[/b][/color]
The (self-titled) Queen of Cool

[color=008000][b]APPEARANCE:[/b][/color] 
Stella makes up for her diminutive physical stature with poise and presence. Lean and slim, Stella is quick in every wispy and graceful movement she makes, as though she has no time to waste. Sporting a consistently smug poker face, Stella takes pride in the fact that she always looks like she knows something you don’t. Stella is almost always seen groomed to an excessive degree for work and optimal function. Her hair is a stark white, regularly trimmed to a pristine edge at her neckline with a crown braid around her head. Stella’s cybernetic eyes almost glow with a radiant ring of dark purple.

Stella scarcely leaves the house without a fully presentable outfit complete with a pin-striped and popped-collar shirt, pressed pants, and often a tie. She favors a pair of fashionable combat boots to move freely while also maintaining her aesthetic. Only those with a careful eye can spot Stella’s augmented hands, as there is an artificial skin over most of both of her arms.

[color=008000][b]OCCUPATION:[/b][/color]
[indent][color=#00e6e6][b]“Tactical Mixologist… I’ll also accept Ultrabartender.”[/b][/color][/indent]

Stella has been a long time employee of The Limbo Club, a bar and club aboard High Orbital Station Alexandria known for its extremely powerful and renowned patrons. The club itself is a hotspot in High Orbital art culture, where reservations fill up to see performances of poetry while conducting formal business. Stella was one of the club’s famed mixologists who are known for their charisma and hospitality to their patrons. The Limbo Club’s mixologists are there to provide the perfect setting for any sensitive exchange of information and will weigh in on any situation when necessary. Of course, such a setting necessitates a certain clandestine discretion. The Limbo Club’s mixologists are considered experts at mining for information, but are considered ‘sworn’ to their clients for the duration of their service. As such, mixologists cannot lie and are known to provide great advice to patrons of the club.

Stella had to return to Earth on the orders from the Limbo’s manager. For a while, she worked short stints in various clubs and bars around the Twin City Sprawl and the Vegas Triangle on a client-by-client basis. Most recently, she was contracted to a position working in Duat, The Land of the Dead in the Reclaim Zone at the request of Oswald’s superiors. Stella was not told who the clients were. Instead, she knows only that they will contact her in Duat when needed. As such, Stella has spent the last month as a bartender in the Reclaim Zone.

[color=008000][h3][i]Psychological Profile[/i][/h3][/color]
[center][color=#00e6e6][i]“Welcome to the precipice. What does your unique situation require today?”[/i][/color][/center]
[center][b]Intimate | Ostentatious | Cunning | Discreet | Refined | Meticulous | Polite| Confident[/b][/center]

[color=008000][b]PERSONAL GOAL:[/b][/color]
Stella is ultimately enamoured with her rather niche position as a Mixologist. With her unique skill set and approach to handling problems, Stella only hungers for more information to hone her craft and become the best she can be. As her world expanded beyond Alexandria, Stella began to realize that her influence is not limited to her work in the Limbo Club. She has since taken on dreams of mining for information all over America and applying her knowledge to the clients she sees fit to use it.

[color=008000][b]CAMPAIGN GOAL:[/b][/color]
Stella is currently a very neutral entity on the campaign trail, aiming to accomplish only what her clients request of her. Since Oswald could offer her no specifics on the nature of her job, Stella is biding her time and trying to analyze the various candidates to the best of her ability to prepare for what might come.

[color=008000][b]PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:[/b][/color]
Stella believes she’s one of the people who have been lost to the wayside. In a world where power inevitably culminates in a select population, there isn’t much she can do to change the tide of the world around her. But at the very least, Stella intends to understand what’s going on around her even if she has to watch the world burn just to make it to the end. She awaits the Conflagration, in a way, seemingly ready for the apocalypse at a moment’s notice and only waiting for another chance for a display of her greatness.

[color=008000][b]POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:[/b][/color]
Having heard so many different points of view aboard Alexandria, Stella can’t help but be at least resigned to the views of the Central Party. With a fine understanding of a handful of forces like Oswald’s family, she believes the Central Party will exert its will regardless of the other political parties in the system. Due to her hunger for information, the shrewd tactics of Pirate Party activists and organizations that have aimed to proliferate personal privacy and publicized government have also caught her attention. To a certain extent, lesser known parties are enigma’s in Stella’s mind since most of the exchanges in high orbit surround the Central Party, but who cares much about politics? Stella is only around to see the end of the Anthropocene.

[color=008000][b]SECRETS:[/b][/color]
Stella comes off as a very secretive person to all those she encounters, and for good reason. While she does enjoy flaunting her position as a Mixologist originating from high orbital society, Stella knows when to keep that card close to her chest and blend in. Even those who know Stella came from Alexandria know very little of her motivations for being in South City.

[color=008000][b]FEARS:[/b][/color]
[b]►Humanity Magna Machina[/b]
Above all else, Stella fears the unstoppability of the human machine. With the incalculable number of factors that influence world decisions, she sees every decision as a powerless strike back against a fate that can never be beaten. This idea that she is unable to create change has been a root cause of Stella’s striving for greatness in her profession. Having no hope for proliferation of humanity’s actual needs, Stella desperately clings to self-actualization in her artistic expression.

Stella also has what she would call ‘a slight aversion’ to guns. Having not really experienced firearms in use aboard Alexandria, Stella can get a bit panicky around guns.

[color=008000][b]REPUTATION:[/b][/color]
Stella’s reputation is varied from location to location. While she has renown around clients of the Limbo Club aboard Alexandria, Stella is relatively unknown around America. She has recently earned quite the reputation in Duat as a strange contrast to the usual bar atmosphere in the Reclaim Zone. Most seem to recognize that she’s more than meets the eye, but the charm of the Reclaim’s new Mixologist usually usurps any suspicions in their minds.

[color=008000][b]LIKES:[/b][/color]
[indent]►Mixology
►Limbo Dust
►New Information
►Peak Productivity
►Showing Off
►Narcotic Miscellany
►Inquisitive Conversation[/indent]

[color=008000][b]DISLIKES:[/b][/color]
[indent]►People That Lie
►Laziness
►Lack of Punctuality
►Anything Unoptimized[/indent]

[color=008000][b]QUIRKS:[/b][/color]
[indent]►Stella is compelled to quote modern and historical poetry alike in day-to-day conversations where poetry has no place.
►When forced to be idle, Stella occupies herself by optimizing and organizing her surroundings or trying to do ‘tricks’ with any nearby objects.
►Stella regularly offers drink recommendations and makes bar puns in serious and dangerous situation like a campy superspy.[/indent]

[color=008000][h3][i]Background Information[/i][/h3][/color]
[center][color=#00e6e6][i]“We spend our whole lives chasing mastery and space dust. Welcome to Duat.”[/i][/color][/center]

[color=#00e6e6][b]𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕞:[/b][/color]
In 2041, Stella Vittoria Solomon climbed out of the void, fought her way through its infinite blank aboard High Orbital Station Alexandria, and clawed out at self-actualization. Alexandria was considered a paradise at the edge of humanity, where knowledge was paramount. Complete with numerous extravagant casinos, hotels, bars, laboratories, gardens, and other venues for those with the credits to get into orbit, Alexandria catered to an audience they like to call “extremely refined”. Of course, Stella only ever saw the covetous lifestyle from one side. Her mother was a blackjack dealer and her father was a mechanic.

They say everything is better in High Orbit. They must pay the Alexandria crew to say it. Despite their position in the working class aboard the station, Stella was brought up into a culture of perfection, striving, and mastery. She was surrounded by a working class that sought nothing but greatness in their craft. To work in an orbital establishment was prestige like no other in terms of any service or hospitality industry. When Stella was young, however, her eyes were drawn only to the extravagance. She was on the outside looking in.

And he was on the inside looking out. Oswald never told Stella his last name. She wasn’t sure she ever asked after meeting him on one of her adventures out into the restricted hallways of the Alexandria. The two children from opposing classes became quick friends and rivals, committed to understanding the life of the other. As far as Stella could tell, Oswald’s father was the head of a family of business magnates. She never could pry quite far into their business, but as the two children grew older, Oswald’s influence introduced Stella to a world she couldn’t have dreamed up.

Powerful orbital families control earth-based factions, factories, and facts like liquid assets. Gossip, espionage, and strife run rampant through the world’s threads and all culminate around these destination meeting stations like Alexandria. Stella would mine Oswald for information every time he and his father came to the station, and she only grew more interested in the business of secrets.

[color=#00e6e6][b]𝔸𝕝𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤:[/b][/color]
Her interest in the world beyond comprehension was what led Stella into her line of work. It just so happened that there was a particular cult of information gatherers that had since formed inside the workforce aboard Alexandria, particularly amongst those who worked as bartenders and mixologists. Because of the influx of valuable information always swarming around Alexandria, a collective of workers aboard the station created a sort of hive-like secret network in which Alexandrians could share information to help protect themselves from unjust retribution on part of their clients. High Orbital Station Alexandria is known among powerful aristocrats precisely for that reason. The station is marketed as a completely neutral entity.

Stella admired the accomplishments of her home station, chasing her own career as a bartender in a number of smaller establishments around Alexandria as she grew older. The hunger for information that led her into her profession brought her to the artistic passion that was her craft. She became infatuated with perfecting her bartending skills and providing the best service and experience she could create. What may have been a job to most was a dance on Alexandria. From the moment a cup or bottle was plucked from the shelf, it followed a precise, formula-based pattern from origin to destination. Each flourish was significant in the overall picture. Then, when each performance had seen completion, a patron would take their drink and drain every trace of her efforts. She’d start again. Another unique masterpiece would see completion. 

It wasn’t long before patrons of Alexandria started to take note of Stella’s service. She was heralded as a natural, and word made its way up the chain. It wasn’t until his final visit that the culmination of her efforts could be truly realized. Oswald and his father returned to Alexandria. Oswald requested specifically that Stella be brought to Alexandria’s top deck establishment The Limbo Club. The Limbo Club’s unique draw was its ‘full service experience’ that involved the famed Mixologists utilizing whatever resources were personally available to help The Limbo Club’s clients to the best of their ability while also providing patrons with cultured performances of poetic verse in live shows. Thanks to what Stella imagines was a generous sum from Oswald’s family, Stella was hired on The Limbo Club’s staff to train as a Mixologist. 

Thus, Stella got to see what true mastery of her craft was. Her coworkers at The Limbo Club were like no other, functioning beyond a capacity she could even recognize, and as she trained alongside them, she started to learn how and why. Mixologists were masters beyond bartending and simple conversation. They were rhetoricians, chemists, operators, and of course not least worth mentioning: addicts.

Just as quickly as Stella and her coworkers appeared with a tray of hand-selected cocktails for the party tailored specifically to their occasion, they would vanish into Limbo’s backrooms. Stella was introduced to the backstage cosmetology of the Mixologists, their array of potent tinctures and extracts that manipulated moods and sensibilities as necessary. Each Mixologist swore by different individual formulas both for their clients and for their own optimal working capacity. No matter the Mixologist and their unique formula, each was sure to be involved with Void Dust or “Limbo Dust” as it was often called. Stella’s coworkers told her the substance had elucidated their minds, originating from some asteroid that carried a perfect chemical cocktail in solid form. One breath of Limbo Dust could “unfold your mind” with its extreme hallucinatory effects, allowing users incredibly singular focus. Stella couldn’t resist the allure of her colleague’s enhanced capacity, and soon saw for herself the strange dream-like celerity that Limbo Dust can offer someone. In an instant, Stella was addicted to the stream of fluid dreams and images that demented her as she operated in Limbo. 

Stella had more to sacrifice for her craft. As her time went on in Limbo, trying to catch up with the efforts of her fellow Mixologists, she spent all her wages on cyberware that was specifically designed for the Limbo Club Mixologists. The closer she came to her ultimate goal, the more extravagant clients that Stella attracted. Oswald had become a regular with his own business associates and Stella helped him through a number of rough encounters with her chemical tampering. She was lost in the trance of her art. He was lost in the ladder of business. 

[color=#00e6e6][b]𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪:[/b][/color]
Oswald rarely came in alone, but it was always good to see him on a day of pleasure over business. Stella was at the bar and ready to serve before he’d reached his seat. She’d known where he was going to sit. A drink was set out for him, alongside a menu of the currently contracted Limbo chefs’ specialties. Oswald wasn’t interested in any of it. 

[color=#00e6e6][b]“No meeting today?”[/b][/color] As Stella slid a microfiber cloth across the pristine countertop out of habit, Oswald grabbed at her wrist.

[b]”You and I are meeting today,”[/b] he said. Oswald and Stella talked for a long while in one of the Limbo’s secluded booth sections. He explained to her that a number of his clients had appreciated her services to an extreme degree and thought of her as a very valuable asset. Oswald said that he had contracted her services from the Limbo Club and she was going to utilize her information brokering services at the command of two clients that would contact her. Stella pretended to negotiate. She knew, however, that she had finally seen Oswald’s true baron ethic. Whatever his superiors wanted her to do, it was fine with Limbo so long as they got a suitable sum for her absence.

Within the week, Stella was sent packing down to the surface and landed in South City. She was assigned a temporary position at Duat, the Land of the Dead bar and club in the Reclaim Zone to await the approach of her clients and their intentions, knowing only that they must have something to do with the impending election in the Twin City Sprawl. Stella has been enamored with the well of information that is America ever since, tending to her tricks in Duat all the while.

[color=008000][h3][i]Operative Information[/i][/h3][/color]
[center][color=#00e6e6][i]“Do you like tricks?” she asked, echoed by the sound of glass shattering.[/i][/color][/center]

[color=008000][b]AUGMENTATIONS:[/b][/color]
►Mixologist’s Artisan Cyberlimbs [Limbo-Dweller Model]
[indent]Both of Stella’s arms were sacrificed in her chasing of mastery as a Mixologist. She replaced them with prostheses specifically designed for the Limbo Club Mixologists to allow them enhanced capacity on the job. Both sleek limbs are tough but lightweight models that allow a Mixologist maximum dexterity and fine motor skills, aiming to offer the user perfect control of every individual articulation. The hallmark of the Artisan limbs is their interworkings. Marketed as a ‘chemical-manipulation kit’, both prostheses have numerous chambers within for keeping base elements, chemical substances, or other compounds on hand. The arms are also equipped with substance composition scanner and numerous dispersion methods that allow for the Limbo’s Mixologists to fire powders from their palms, extend syringes from the wrist, and more.

The origin of these Artisan models is a bit of an enigma. Some of the Limbo Club’s Mixologists claim the augments are APEX models modified beyond regulation, though rumors have spread that the Limbo Club specifically created them with a team of cyberneticists from APEX, Extropy Inc., and even Gaea Naturae.[/indent]

►PsySystems Clairvoyance Optics
[indent]Stella gave her eyes to ancient art of Mixology as well, replacing them with an experimental aug that was originally marketed at soldiers that the Limbo Club’s Mixologists bought in surplus. The Clairvoyance Optics are an overclocked cybernetic observer that functions to relay as much information to the user as possible. Providing an augmented view, the user sees projected images of the visual calculus the Clairvoyance Optics are undertaking. The Mixologists have taken to using this augment to perfecting their flourishes and tricks while also gaining extra insight into the specific makeup of their solutions.[/indent]

►Engitech Extended Microsofts Array
[indent]Along the back curve of her neck, Stella has a number of small microsoft ports and a cyberdeck jack. These ports allow Stella to equip a number of microsofts that offer auxiliary knowledge regarding specific topics encoded on each chip. She uses her microsofts most often for encyclopedic recall about chemistry and mixology.[/indent]

[color=008000][b]EQUIPMENT:[/b][/color]
[b]►Alcoholic’s Miscellany[/b]
[indent]Stella has earned herself something of a reputation for almost ‘materializing’ drinks and solutions. She is often asked how she manages to keep a variety of solutions, drugs, and drinks on hand. While most of her supplies clink around in her satchel, Stella also uses her cyberlimbs to “stay strapped with whatever the continual party requires.” The party, in Stella’s experience, most often requires alcohol, chemicals, and Limbo Dust.[/indent]

[color=008000][b]SKILLS:[/b][/color]
[b]►Mixological Witchcraft[/b]
[indent]Stella is extremely adept at crafting the specifically required cocktail for any situation. She’s an expert at matching the mood to the drink, even if that situation requires a dangerous dose of cobra venom or an equally dangerous dose of Limbo Dust. To become a Mixologist requires an uncanny knowledge of influencing the world around oneself through biochemistry. Stella is sure to have a tincture, drink, or draught for any scenario.[/indent]

[b]►Alacrity[/b]
[indent]Due to the combination of Stella’s Clairvoyance Optics, her dextrous Artisan limbs, and her indomitable volition towards her vocation, she’s developed a honed sense of alacrity to carry her cool through any situation. Whether she has to make a quick escape, a daring throw, or a stylish Mixologist flair, Stella is ready to act at the drop of a glass.[/indent]

[b]►Savoir Faire[/b]
[indent]A silver tongue is necessary aboard a place like Alexandria. Information dashes past our tongues without realizing it. We offer one another micro-expressive gestures barely detectable. Being a Mixologist has taught Stella to catch what others would miss and compliment it with flawless smooth talk. She’s a charmer like no other, adept at flattery, service, and suggestion in whatever situation may require an interactive solution.[/indent]

[color=008000][b]FLAWS:[/b][/color]
[b]►Helpless Aristocrat[/b]
[indent]Life among the stars is not without its drawbacks when you place a wannabe aristocrat in the middle of the Reclaim Zone. Stella has very little knowledge of the very high-tech-low-lifes that make up the world around her. Her knowledge of life out of orbit is very limited to what she has experienced through media and gossip. As such, she can be naive in certain situations, not in tune with the rhythm of the streets.[/indent]

[b]►Void Child[/b]
[indent]Due to her seclusion in orbit, Stella is without any combat experience. There were very few imminent threats aboard Alexandria. Her physical abilities are severely impeded due to the effects of reduced gravity on the human body. In physical confrontations, there are very few opponents that couldn’t overpower Stella.[/indent]

[b]►Bar Fight Enthusiast[/b]
[indent]With so little need for weapons aboard Alexandria, Stella has never carried anything to protect herself. While some would say she has some sort of uncanny aversion to firearms ever since first getting to know them in the Reclaim Zone, Stella explains that she is best equipped to fight with the improvised weapons commonly seen in bar fight scenes. As such, improvised weapons are usually her first resort, leaving her vulnerable to anyone with a gun and at least one finger.[/indent]

[b]►Addict[/b]
[indent]Career Mixologists are famed for their proximity to all manner of intoxicating substances, and rarely do workers make it out of the Limbo Club without developing their own array of habits. Stella in particular has taken to dosing herself with various narcotics and alcohols in quantities which she would call ‘medical’. As almost every Mixologist in the Limbo Club has, Stella developed a deep infatuation with the hallucinogenic effects of Limbo Dust, claiming it gives her energy and insights ‘beyond the precipice’. No matter how one spins it, though, Stella is an addict. It isn’t uncommon to see her making her way through life struggling during a withdraw or highly intoxicated in her own fantasy world.[/indent]

[color=008000][b]NOTES:[/b][/color]
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[row][cell]Lott Ramana[/cell][cell][i][color=#00e6e6][i] “Ah, Lott keeps great company and great information. Another system infiltrator, she. Useful, and she livens up the place even with the dull lighting...[/i][/color]
Stella took to Lott very quickly after the publicist became a regular patron of hers at Duat. With a similar reverence to the Central Party’s iron-fist control of American politics, Stella sees both herself and Lott in positions to effectively exert their subtle influence. Their shared interest in heavy consumption has only led Lott to attract more of Stella’s attention when she enters the Duat. Lott is one of Stella’s top information assets in the Reclaim Zone, though Stella knows to keep her cards close to her chest around the publicist.
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[row][cell]Johnny Lovecraft[/cell][cell][i][color=#00e6e6][i] “Another day, another drink so long as he plays nice. I’m eager to see what’s brought him in today.”[/i][/color]
Stella knows the type. He’s a smooth-talker, a partier. They frequent the same crowds, at least externally. Stella is quick to match his politeness with her own Mixologist front. His interest in her occupation certainly helps, but she is more than weary about Lovecraft. She’s seen her fair share of the dangerous sort, and she would count Johnny Lovecraft among them. Averse to any sort of direct physical conflict, Stella treads carefully around him, though she’d hardly let him see through her poker face. After all, a regular customer always proves useful when the time is right. His proximity to the Twin City Sprawl campaign has made him a great source of information, thus Stella is quick to serve Lovecraft any time he comes to Duat. Despite her intuitions, Stella can certainly get close to Johnny when they recognize one another’s dazed states.
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[row][cell]Oleksandr Tataryn[/cell][cell][i][color=#00e6e6][i] “He’s got quite the taste in drinks. That’s respectable, and says a lot about who he is… But who exactly is he?”[/i][/color]
There’s something captivating about Oleksandr. He’s seen more than he lets on and Stella wants to know about it. Despite his imposing demeanor, augs, and equipment, Stella tends to lean on Oleksandr, prodding for interesting dialogue whenever the two are alone in Duat. She relies on their shared tastes for fine liquors to keep from imposing too much. The distance from their own circumstances seem to align Stella and Oleksandr. All too often, Stella finds a combination of her interest in him and her regular Dust benders, leave her verbally sparring with Oleksandr for more information. She’s quick to assert herself in sly ways in Duat when things escalate to threats and physical confrontation, though.
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[row][cell]Keah Kaito[/cell][cell][i][color=#00e6e6][i] “You mean the Car Guy? He delivers here occasionally, yes. Comes by sometimes to drink. Sometimes, I think he thinks wearing his helmet inside makes him menacing.”[/i][/color]
Stella and Keah have had something of a rough history ever since their first real meeting. On her way to work, Stella narrowly avoided being flattened by a drifting The TrailBlazer on a delivery run, the minor impact forcing her to go for another round of black clinic repairs to her delicate cyberware. When she recognized the car and its owner at Duat one day, she found it necessary to return the favor by dosing his ‘for the road’ drink with trace elements of a fungus grown in High Orbit. It wasn’t anything drastic, though certainly enough to cause a momentary but mind-rending existential epiphany long enough to cause him to swerve into a barricade or something. Stella finds herself catering to the Drift Demons [i]unique[/i] personality in Duat rather well. He’s always an interesting customer to have around, perhaps because of his unpredictability. The passive hostility from their first encounters has only escalated to a dangerously challenging mentality at all times.
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[row][cell]Gabriel Vilner[/cell][cell][i][color=#00e6e6][i] “PhD? Yeah, I’ve got a PhD too. PhD in Improvisational Mixology. He thinks he’s gotta cure the world. Maybe I do too, but we’ve got different approaches. Perhaps the Tao is both doses—a cure and a poison—but I chose poison. And perhaps the PhD doesn’t see how solidified some fates can be.”[/i][/color]
As soon as Stella had encountered Gabriel in the former Duat, she took an interest in his wide breadth of knowledge, particularly because he seemed to do the same. When she learned that he could understand Limbo Dust, she grew even more curious, wondering if the two could cooperate in jolly mixology, but she grew to conceal a slight distrust for Gabriel when he began to discuss possible alternatives to her addiction. Ultimately, Stella knows the value of such a distinguished academic and doctor, but she is wary of their differences. Nonetheless, she entertains as many of his inquiries into her own inner world as he does hers.
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