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josephbName: Alma Fang
Age: 37
Gender: female
Race: Human
Appearance: A thin, elegant woman with sharp features and bright green eyes, Lady Fang's high birth is evident even in her manner and bearing. She has long black hair with a prominent streak of white and is rarely seen without an iho-stick. She favors simple dresses of expensive silk.
History: An admiral's daughter, Lady Fang was raised in the highest echelons of Imperial society on the garden world of Semiramis. She inherited her father's strategic mind, along with his ambition, and in her youth harbored hopes attaining high office in the royal court of her homeworld. Unlike many girls of her station, she was tutored privately rather than sent to the schools of the Ecclesiarchy. As a young woman, she studied history, philosophy, military strategy, and the art of politics, rather than the pious doctrines of the Cult of the God-Emperor. Her curiosity and independent streak served her well in the petty intrigues of the Semiramis aristocracy, too well.
While she was in her early twenties, it was known she had caught the eye of the planetary King's royal advisor, not only for her beauty. An affair was rumored. Rival factions worried about the Admiral's influence at court, through his daughter.
The conspirators later were caught and hung from the parapets of the royal palace, but it was too late for Alma. Always a little too fond of drinking, it had been an easy matter for them to slip the meme-virus into her amasec.
At first the change in her personality was slow, as the virus took hold. More time spent in the archives. Trips, at her insistence, into the vacuum alongside her father. But in a matter of years compulsive curiosity had overtaken her, as had the drugs, licit and illicit, she used to cope.
She has traveled the galaxy now for more than a decade, working by turns for archivists, xenologists, and the Administratum. She has been served well by her ever-more-capacious memory, but found it impossible to settle in one place for too long, as she is driven by an increasingly demented desire to learn.
Personality: Divided. The highborn lady competes with the compulsive autodidact, and both with the borderline addict prone to binges. In general, Fang is sly, worldly, with a sharp sense of humor and an unflappable air, but she can easily succumb to bouts of obsessive behavior, cataloging minutia on any number of topics.
Skills: Borderline eidetic memory, huge knowledge of any number of topics, from space-faring vessels to Imperial history to fine distinctions in Ecclesiarchy liturgical practices. She is, essentially, a living repository of lore. While fairly in experienced in combat, she has the knack of keeping cool in a crisis, and can analyze a situation and potential courses of action on the fly.
Equipment: Laspistol for personal protection. Friendly, a hulking servitor Fang purchased to act as a personal valet/bodyguard, who has accompanied her for several years.
Age: 37
Gender: female
Race: Human
Appearance: A thin, elegant woman with sharp features and bright green eyes, Lady Fang's high birth is evident even in her manner and bearing. She has long black hair with a prominent streak of white and is rarely seen without an iho-stick. She favors simple dresses of expensive silk.
History: An admiral's daughter, Lady Fang was raised in the highest echelons of Imperial society on the garden world of Semiramis. She inherited her father's strategic mind, along with his ambition, and in her youth harbored hopes attaining high office in the royal court of her homeworld. Unlike many girls of her station, she was tutored privately rather than sent to the schools of the Ecclesiarchy. As a young woman, she studied history, philosophy, military strategy, and the art of politics, rather than the pious doctrines of the Cult of the God-Emperor. Her curiosity and independent streak served her well in the petty intrigues of the Semiramis aristocracy, too well.
While she was in her early twenties, it was known she had caught the eye of the planetary King's royal advisor, not only for her beauty. An affair was rumored. Rival factions worried about the Admiral's influence at court, through his daughter.
The conspirators later were caught and hung from the parapets of the royal palace, but it was too late for Alma. Always a little too fond of drinking, it had been an easy matter for them to slip the meme-virus into her amasec.
At first the change in her personality was slow, as the virus took hold. More time spent in the archives. Trips, at her insistence, into the vacuum alongside her father. But in a matter of years compulsive curiosity had overtaken her, as had the drugs, licit and illicit, she used to cope.
She has traveled the galaxy now for more than a decade, working by turns for archivists, xenologists, and the Administratum. She has been served well by her ever-more-capacious memory, but found it impossible to settle in one place for too long, as she is driven by an increasingly demented desire to learn.
Personality: Divided. The highborn lady competes with the compulsive autodidact, and both with the borderline addict prone to binges. In general, Fang is sly, worldly, with a sharp sense of humor and an unflappable air, but she can easily succumb to bouts of obsessive behavior, cataloging minutia on any number of topics.
Skills: Borderline eidetic memory, huge knowledge of any number of topics, from space-faring vessels to Imperial history to fine distinctions in Ecclesiarchy liturgical practices. She is, essentially, a living repository of lore. While fairly in experienced in combat, she has the knack of keeping cool in a crisis, and can analyze a situation and potential courses of action on the fly.
Equipment: Laspistol for personal protection. Friendly, a hulking servitor Fang purchased to act as a personal valet/bodyguard, who has accompanied her for several years.
