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Nyx
« Thread Started on Aug 26, 2007, 8:21pm »

Name: Nyx

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Affiliation: Rebellion

Blood Type (ABO): AB

Physical Appearance: At four feet, nine inches in height, Nyx does no boast an imposing figure. Her pale frame is thin, carrying little in the way of muscle. She cannot claim to have a womanly figure, as she is not well-developed, but she doesn't truly care.

Her features are angular, with slightly hollowed cheeks and thin lips set above a pointed chin. Her nose is also pointed, and set between reddish-brown, slanted eyes. Her hair is black, cut in an asymmetrical bob. She usually keeps the shorter side, on the left of her head, tucked behind her ear.

Clothing: Nyx tries to keep her clothing simple. Her outfit consists of a dark gray, longsleeved shirt beneath a black vest; both of which are made of medium-weight fabric; and a pair of slightly loose black pants. Her boots are also dark in color. The vest is simple, but has a few pockets, in which she keeps some of her essential equipment. A microphone is clipped to her collar.

Equipment: Nyx always carries a small recorder with her, which she likes to make notes in. The device itself is stored in an inner pocket of her vest, while a wireless microphone, clipped to her collar, feeds the sound to it. Aside from this, she also carries a few basic field rations.

Vessel (captained or served): Nyx mostly hangs around on the space stations, but will occassionally join a crew out. She has no ship of her own.

Personality: Nyx is a snoop; always wanting to know more about people than they want her to know. She highly protective of all her equipment and experiments, becoming agitated if they are disturbed in any fashion. Somewhat volatile in disposition, she is callous and quick to sarcasm, with an extremely morbid and sadistic streack that comes out to play at the most inopportune of times. One of her favorite ways to annoy those around her is to develop a falsely subservient attitude, laced with sarcasm. She is fiercely independent, and dislikes it when people get too close, claiming that they 'disturb her concentration'. At the same time, though, she has been known to have oddly civil conversations with people, and then never look at them again. She dislikes being approached or approaching people, having a strange fondness for oblique measures.

Personal History: Nyx was born in the world of the Titan Authority. Her father was a weapons designer and her mother worked in computer development. Even when she was young, she found herself more interested in her parents work than in her own social life. Her parents, in like form, cared for her, and were all that parents should be, but also let her study their work as if it were her own. She grew to be very close to both of them, and they became the extent of her social 'circle'. In time, her schoolwork also captivated her, particularly the sciences and mathematics. She followed in her parents footsteps, giving them ideas from time to time, or experimenting on her own.

Then, when she was 15, her father was killed on the job. The Titan Authority had demanded that he test his newest design for them. Despite the fact that he knew it wasn't ready, he complied with their demands. The test had destroyed the complex where he worked. Soon after this event, Nyx's mother lost her job. Nothing was said, but Nyx and her mother knew what was going on.

Her mother was soon forced to leave the city where they lived, and was packed onto one of the stations. Nyx remained behind, to complete her education, and was placed in a foster home of staunchly loyal affilliation. She did extremely well in her classes, but became more introverted as time went by, throwing herself into programming when she could in a bid to make enough money to keep her mother alive. Her mother did the same from orbit, but had more trouble finding employment as a programmer, and demoted herself to basic housekeeping.

Eventually, when she was 17, Nyx felt confident enough to post her resume on the nets, and quickly found herself obliquely approached by a woman who wanted her skills. She complied, suspicious though she was, and was escorted to a government building. At this time, she had not yet developed the sarcastic, suspicious attitude that marks her in the current day, and so when they gave her the assignments-- no matter what they were --she completed them without hesitation. Most of the time they were new computer viruses that could be sent from ship to ship, or new encryption sequences. After a time, she was also assigned to hack into bank records, track the path of money through important people. It was then that she realized who her employer must be, and she was livid for a time, but she was paid, and the money was sent to her mother, so she decided not to worry too much about it.

Nyx also came into orbit five years later, when she was 20, to find her mother much changed. The woman who had borne her was hiding something, refusing to talk to her. Eventually, though, Nyx's snooping turned up results. Her mother had remarried.

The man was nice enough, but after spending so much time among loyal supporters of the Titan Authority, Nyx realized something was off. The way he spoke sometimes brushed the edges of treason, and Nyx latched onto these phrases with an iron grip, and snooped once more. It was during one of these 'recon' missions that she discovered his secret. He was a Rebellion spy. While she debated over whether to send on this information or not, he caught her. She was knocked unconcious.

When she awoke, it was on one of the Rebellion's space stations, sitting across from an interrogator in a plane room with her mother and the-man-who-had-married-her-mother standing in the shadows, off to the side. As it turned out, her mother had also done a bit of creative snooping when she had met the man, but was relieved when she learned his secret. She confronted Lars (for that was the man's name) with a request to join the Rebellion. How he had gotten her off the station unnoticed would remain unknown, but he had, and somewhere along the way they had fallen in love. Nyx's mother had planned to slowly work her in as well, but Nyx's affiliation threw a wrench in their plans, and when she turned out to be as creative at snooping as her mother, things got worse.

They had to move ahead with the schedule. Lars could not return to the station due to his compromised position, and Nyx could not return because she already knew too much. It posed a bit of a quandry, until Nyx's mother came up with a plan.

Nyx was placed in isolation, with a single computer terminal that was kept seperate from the rest of the system. All that was on it were basic records of the atrocities that the Titan Authority had done in their quest for total control of the human race. As she looked through the records, however, Nyx recagnized some of the records as the counterparts of what she had worked with, recagnized the effects of some of the system viruses that she created. It was one hell of a wake-up call.

Somewhat reluctantly, Nyx agreed to remain; agreed to join the Rebellion. She was placed on probation, confined to her quarters and work station, and watched for over a year before they were satisfied with her promise. But in the end they were satisfied. And she has actually grown to be loyal to the Rebellion over the eight years she has coexisted with them.

Over the years, she has cut all ties with her mother, nearly drowning herself in her work, as it is all that is left of the life she loved. Still, even now, things haven't changed much. She will be given an assignment, she will complete it, and she will neither know nor truely care how it is used. Only in the past couple years has she spent any time off station, watching her products in action and updating the systems of various ships.

Sample Post: The room was dark, lit only by the bright screen of her computer as Nyx studied the code displayed. The click click click of her fingers against the keys and the hum of electronics were all that was heard in the silence. The programmer pursed her lips, as her eyes scanned the newly constructed firewall. A moment passed; two, and she turned to the next screen even as the door swooshed open.

"Do you mind actually making the attempt to read next time?" She scowled.

Lars didn't answer. He was getting up in years, she knew, his hair gone gray, his features lined. But he was still as nasty in her mind as the day she met him.

She refused to turn, refused to allow the old spy to goad her with his silence, focussing instead on the second screen, which displayed her most sophisticated virus yet, comparing it to the code designed to block it. Footsteps sounded behind her as the man walked closer to study the code as well. She ignored him. His hand reched for the mouse, presumably to enlarge a portion of the code, and she snapped, throwing her own hand out to block it and standing. play time... "What the HELL do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry, these old eyes of mine-"

"Oh, of course O' Great Spymaster! All shall revolve around your aged needs." Her voice was falsely sweet.

This, if nothing else seemed to sharpen his gaze toward her. "What is your progress?" He said, all traces of politeness gone.

"It would have been farther had you, O' Great Spymaster, not wished the world to stop and hear your voice and therefore interupted my insignifigant work."

The spymaster drew himself up. "You will notify me when it is complete." His voice allowed no room for argument.

"As always," Nyx kept the sickly sweet smile plastered to her face, and as he left, she continued. "After all, I live only to serve." She saw his shoulders stiffen as the door swished shut.

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