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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Lashiel Staudinger[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/jJEPTPl.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=olivedrab]Name:[/color][/b] Lashiel Dianna Staudinger
[b][color=olivedrab]Aliases:[/color][/b] Lash, L, Little Di
[b][color=olivedrab]Age:[/color][/b] 31
[b][color=olivedrab]Species:[/color][/b] Human
[b][color=olivedrab]Birth Planet:[/color][/b] Mars
[b][color=olivedrab]Allegiance:[/color][/b] Herself, her employer as long as she's being paid
[b][color=olivedrab]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=olivedrab]Occupation:[/color][/b] Assassin and Infiltration Expert

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=olivedrab]Height:[/color][/b] 5'7"
[b][color=olivedrab]Weight:[/color][/b] 122lbs
[b][color=olivedrab]Build:[/color][/b] Slim, Lean, no obvious muscle.
[b][color=olivedrab]Eyes:[/color][/b] Emerald Green
[b][color=olivedrab]Hair:[/color][/b] Dyed, naturally has red hair.
[b][color=olivedrab]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Slightly pale.
[b][color=olivedrab]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=olivedrab]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Either expensive dresses and formal wear, or [url=https://i.imgur.com/nnq9QnQ.jpg]personal armor[/url] for infiltration and combat.

[hr][center][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Personality:[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=olivedrab][center]Distrustful * Sly * Detached * Secretive * Teasing * Determined[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=olivedrab]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=olivedrab]interview:[/color][/b]

[color=598527][u][i][b]How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea? [/b][/i][/u][/color]
"Ever since my dear brother found a berth on board, love, I've done my homework and kept tabs on the lovely vessel and her crew. I must say, you really must work on that PR of yours, the disparaging things I've heard..."

[color=598527][u][i][b]How well do you deal with a high stress situation?[/b][/i][/u][/color]
"Well love, stress is easy. If dozens of irate corporate thugs can't break my stride, I doubt your wonderful little misfit band can run into anything I can't keep cool through."

[color=598527][b][i][u]What do you think about the government?[/u][/i][/b][/color]
"Of all the things my dear brother spouts on about, he does have a point about our [i]illustrious[/i] government. He has the general idea of them right, though I bet he'd blow a fuse if he knew how deep it ran. Greed, corruption, disregard for common decency, all those fine traits that would make them wonderful as a corporate employer. But they're not, and they just get in the way with their insufferable self importance."

[color=598527][b][i][u]What do you think about people not of your species?[/u][/i][/b][/color]
"Oh I find them quite wonderful, actually. Humans are terribly boring and predictable, but have you met any of those [i]Judges[/i]? I must say, we would have so much more fun as a species if humanity had a few of those. Remind me to tell you about the time I ended up working with one, that was quite the vacation!"

[color=598527][b][i][u]How do you feel about less than legal operations?[/u][/i][/b][/color]
"Are...are you serious? My dear, the only reason my official record is clean is thanks to bribery and the odd hacking."
 
[color=598527][b][u][i]How would your acquaintances describe you?[/i][/u][/b][/color]
"The real ones? Oh, how would that insufferable supplier put it...'Cold hearted bitch that only cares so much as the checks keep clearing.'. Crass, really, but not far from the mark. Though I do, unlike my peers, have standards. Shocking, coming from my family, I know!"

[color=598527][u][i][b]How would your [i]mother[/i] describe you?[/b][/i][/u][/color]
"'At least she isn't Ansgar, that bastard is no better than his father!'. She loved me to death, given my exploitative choice of work, and thought I should have gone into politics. Me, an honest woman, a politician! The nerve, really. Don't you think?~"

[color=598527][u][i][b]How would you describe yourself?[/b][/i][/u][/color]
"Mmm, now that is the question, now isn't it? I'm a woman of many faces, and many talents. I put my knack for slipping into places either unseen, or outright welcomed, to good use to live a rather cozy, comfortable life. And now here I am, on your doorstep because, well, let's just say I have a stake in the affairs."

[color=598527][u][i][b]What do you know about us?[/b][/i][/u][/color]
"You employ my brother as head engineer, and no he didn't tell me, you're planning on overthrowing the government as a whole, though what you plan to do to replace it is beyond even my cunning. You appear to have taken quite the rattling, and having someone who can be subtle is never a problem."
 
[color=598527][u][i][b]Why do you want this job?[/b][/i][/u][/color]
"To infuriate my dear brother. Oh, you want the real reason? Well I suppose you should know in a general sense. The current government is getting increasingly intrusive in my line of work, and need sorted out. You and your merry band are the best bet I have to get their noses out of my line of work. Simple, helping you, to help me."

[color=598527][u][i][b]Why should I hire you?[/b][/i][/u][/color]
"Outside of pushing my dear brother one step closer to a heart attack, why shouldn't you? I can slip into near anywhere, be it unwelcome or as a scorpion in the nest, welcomed until stung. I'm quite proficiant in hand to hand, small arms, piloting small craft, electronics, near anything I would need to know for getting in and out of places, but subtly and, it turns my stomach to say, loudly, I can do. A Jill of Many trades, if you will, and I'll fit right in, despite what my mean brother would say.~"


[b][color=olivedrab]Habits:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Humming to herself or otherwise keeping her hands from merely resting idly.
[*] Pacing, pacing, pacing whenever not working.
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[b][color=olivedrab]Hobbies:[/color][/b]
[list][*] [s]People Watching[/s] Profiling
[*] Playing games on her tablet.
[*] Annoying her brother.
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[b][color=olivedrab]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Losing her line of work.
[*] Outliving her brother.
[*] Rotting in Jail.[/list]
[b][color=olivedrab]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Sleek, Elegant Designs
[*] Electronics
[*] Wine
[*] Enjoying her games
[*] A job well done[/list]
[b][color=olivedrab]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Classical Music
[*] Unsupressed Weaponry
[*] Empty Vacuum of Space
[*] Honest Work
[*] Pointless brute force
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Information:[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=olivedrab]General Skills:[/color][/b]
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[*] Talented Close Quarters Fighter.
[*] Disarming and utilizing other's weapons.
[*] Solid Shooter at close range.
[*] Experienced Dancer.
[*] Pleasant Singing Voice.
[*] Halfway Decent Cook.
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[b][color=olivedrab]Specialty Skills:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] Assassination
[*] Infiltration (Via either unseen or deceiving her way in.)
[*] Speed and Reaction times unnaturally high.
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[b][color=olivedrab]Inventory:[/color][/b]
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[*] Clothing - Typically some sort of dress, or other fine, high society attire.
[*] Bionic Legs and Wired nervous system.
[*] [url=https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/017/916/275/large/guangwen-kou-1.jpg]Hansel and Gretel[/url] - Paired pistols with aftermarket integral suppressors, stored in compartments in each of her hips. Designed for paired use, especially in close quarters.
[*] Shush - Her preferred firearm, a collapsing SMG that can be stored in a compartment built into her lower right thigh, with integrated suppressor and recoil dampening.
[*] A stupid large collection of clothing and fashion accessories.
[*] Her PDA, loaded up with a surprising number of games and unrelated software.
[*] Stun knuckles, hidden in the same compartments as her pistols.
[*] A physical family photo of the entire family before they split up.
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[hr][center][img][/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]History:[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]

[b][color=olivedrab]Reason for joining crew:[/color][/b] 
"Someone has to keep an eye on dear Annie. Stubborn fool will get himself killed or worse. Plus, the current government is making my line of work very difficult, and I'm loathe to find an [i]honest[/i] job like he has. I have standards, dear."

[b][color=olivedrab]History:[/color][/b] 
Much like her brother, Lashiel has no recollection of any time spent before transferring to this new universe, something she discussed with him from time to time before he left. Unlike her fiery tempered, bitterly angry sibling, Lash was the pride in her mother's eye. Showered with money, getting away with anything, and the only hope their mother had after Ansgar departed for life among the Hub gangs. Unfortunately for her, the criminal leanings that the family always seemed to have extended to Lashiel as well, though she was a far more subtle sort with it. Growing up, she learned to manipulate, lie, steal, and never get caught, or if she did, talk her way out of it with a sly wink and unspoken promise, always to be broken.

She spent longer on the Hub than Ansgar did, sticking around to see their mother die, poor health claiming her early, and Lashiel proceeded to move on to grander things. She found a knack for filling a role that big money always seemed to need. Getting other people with inordinate amounts of wealth to share their secrets to it, often without realizing it, and she found herself getting paid quite the pretty penny, figuratively speaking, and she found her real calling in life. She started off non violent, acting as a ghost in the system, but money for actually removing competitors the hard way was too good to pass up, so she used the increasingly bloody money to improve herself.

Voluntarily undergoing augmentation, including a highly risky and invasive wiring of her nervous system to heighten her reflexes, and investing in her kit, she found money was rarely an issue at all. At least initially, however the government was pushing steadily on her line of work, obstinately to curtail the illegality of it. Rather, they just wanted the money for themselves, and none of the independent agents would give them the time of day. After one too many near misses with said governmental forces, she decided enough was enough. Tired of the interference, she utilized her contacts to track down her brother, originally intent on roping him into her own plans to deal a blow to the meddlesome interlopers, only to find he was already working on the 'flagship' of the resistance. 

Finding both the usefulness, and irony, in the situation, Lashiel did some digging and planning and found herself plotting to be at their next port of call. Should they arrive in relatively few pieces, she would have to track down their captain and convince them to hire her on. She was confident in being able to sell her skills, and at worst, she could pose as a mere passenger at first. A revolution needed someone able to slip into places, after all, and she was confident in her abilities if nothing else.

[hr][center][img][/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=olivedrab]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "Spoilers, my (Dear/Friend/Love/Ect), Spoilers."
[b][color=olivedrab]Theme Song:[/color][/b] What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
[b][color=olivedrab]Criminal Record:[/color][/b] Official Records return nothing.
[b][color=olivedrab]Anything Else:[/color][/b] Teases her brother on his accent, notably missing one of any sort herself. She refuses to explain why.
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