Player Name: Silv
Full Name: Libra Mitsubishi Eclipse Meridian Spirit Void Princess Kinkade.
Nicknames and Pseudonyms: Libra, Kinny, Kinky, Seven.
Age: 25
Birth Date: April 23, 2288
Role on Ship: First Mate/Quartermaster.
Homeworld: Tremaran origins.
Significant Relations and Affiliations: The crew of the Siren's Song. Libra (Eight).
Bonds, Obligations, Debts, and Warrants: m a n y
Appearance: 5'4", 150 lbs, a decent amount of muscle cushioned by soft curves. Her olive-toned skin is positively littered with freckles and the occasional mole. Her large, dark brown eyes are extremely expressive, often framing her face in shapes of uncertainty and debate. She wears her black hair buzzed close to the scalp, though when grown out it curls wildly. She has a wide variety of scars and a few small tattoos.
Personality: A bit high-strung, neurotic, the kind to go over everything three times and then check again just to be sure. She has contingencies for her back-up plans, and tends to use exercise as stress relief and coping mechanism. And a way to burn off late-night snacking sprees.
Strengths, Talents, Abilities: She has the preternatural ability to find things. And people, and places. All it takes is a part - a torn corner off the page of a book, maybe, a jar of dirt, or a stray hair. With that in hand and a little concentration, she can lead the way directly to whatever the source is. It's like she feels the draw of that piece trying to get back to its whole again, and knows exactly the direction it needs to go to accomplish that.
The strength of the sensation grows the closer she gets, but no matter how far away she and the part are from the source, never quite diminishes entirely. It simply gets fainter and fainter the further away she gets, until it's more of an inkling or a notion than an actual sense of direction that indicates the right way back.
She is very good at planning and has strong organizational skills. She's decently strong for her size, and though not trained in any particular kind of combat she is capable of defending herself decently well against most low level threats. She knows how to use a gun.
Weaknesses and Fears: Unfortunately, her ability to find things does not include an actual sense of where the thing actually is. She can say for certain that going straight ahead will take her there, but couldn't tell you what planet it was on, if it was even on a planet, or what state the source might be in. With a three-dimensional map and a compass she could technically do the math to get a good guess at where... but it would still be, at best, a guess.
And to that point, without a map she has no idea whether there is something in the way. Imagine a maze and the source at the center - she could always tell you where the middle of the maze was no matter how lost she happened to be, but knowing that wouldn't help her figure out how to get through the maze. This can be problems if there's an asteroid or debris field in the way, or a planet.
She also can't really tell how close something is beyond that it's "close" or "far" or somewhere in the middle. She can't find someone with a piece of something related to them, either - so no finding long lost relatives or whatever.
This is an "active" rather than passive ability, meaning she has to focus on it in order for it to work. The farther the thing she's trying to find is from her, the harder she has to concentrate - like trying to hear something very faint. Meditation works best for very far things, but even relatively distant ones can benefit from it. She can't split her focus well when trying to find something, and can easily be caught off guard.
She can get a bit lost in the weeds trying to nuke out the details in a plan, trying to figure out every possibility in order to prepare for it. And although she is good at coming up with those plans, she has a tougher time making the calls - so gladly leaves it to Zaire.
History: Although her DNA points to a variety of sources, and her mutation to Tremar, Libra was born and raised in a laboratory on Shuurg, a planetoid with no known ability to sustain life. They were told the world around them was an inhospitable wasteland - impossible to cross, in a gravity well that wouldn't let go, to encourage them against attempted escape.
She never knew anyone she might call parents, but she wasn't lacking for family. Not considering she was one of more than a dozen girls 'born' on the same day, in the same lab, and even none of them were as close to her as her literal twin - designated Eight to follow her Seven.
Given they were never far from one another, when both sisters picked the name Libra to go by, the attendees didn't see too much problem with it. When they needed to distinguish between the pair, their numbers were used, and any other time, it saved the trouble of having to call two names...
But while Eight seemed happy to go by "Libra" alone, Seven dithered. Any time she came across a name she liked well enough, she added it to the pile, as if she might regret making the wrong choice. It was a hesitance her twin didn't share, and one that persisted. Seven always seemed to have a backup plan for every little bit of trouble she and her sisters got up to around the lab, an explanation or a justification or an outright lie up her sleeve to smooth over the ruffled feathers. Not on the spot, though - she'd spend half the time everyone else was making mischief thinking about how to get them out of it.
It helped that she always seemed to know where and when their 'handlers' were going to show up. Collecting little pieces of them, scraps of paint or loose screws when the robots weren't paying attention, pulling threads off lab coats and tucking stray hairs into her pocket, made it easier to manage.
At least, Seven thought that that's why they were getting away with it.
And after a while, she lost the reason to question it. Around the age of ten, she was removed from her sisters - even the other Libra. They still had mealtimes, but almost every other hour of the day that wasn't spent unable to sleep in the first bed she'd ever had to herself was dedicated, in a sudden shift, to training under the watchful gaze of new faces she didn't recognize among the staff. For what, she didn't know, but aside from what appeared to be a standard education and combat curriculum among her sisters, each was put to tasks and tests of their individual abilities.
The first time her twin snuck out to spend the night with her, the punishment was severe enough she didn't try again. They didn't just hurt Eight - Seven shared the burden of her misdeed, in order to ensure both got the message. Both were expected back at training in the morning.
In the three years that followed, Seven never got used to sleeping alone. But still, when Tori came to them all with her conspiracy theory about how their world wasn't real, that the story they'd been sold from birth was a lie meant to keep them in place, she didn't want to believe it. Not that she didn't trust her sister, but it seemed insane that anyone would go to the lengths she was suggesting...for what purpose?
Anita came along to fill in the blanks. Anita Creed, who warned Tori not to scratch too hard too soon. At first, it seemed even more impossible - that the faces they'd come to know over the last few years weren't just watching them, but rather, keeping tabs on their investment. Planning to buy them when they hit peak efficiency. And while Io was furious, murderously so, Seven had to wonder if Tori had just...lost it.
Unless she hadn't.
While Seven was wary, wanted to cling to what she knew, what was safe, Tori had Eight's most undivided attention. If what she said was true, they needed to escape - and maybe Anita could help them do that. The Libras were in indecisive disagreement, a divided front for the first time in forever...but one that was short-lived, when Anita finally stepped forward with a plan to help them escape. Where one Libra went, the other was sure to follow, and Eight wanted out.
They were warned it wouldn't be easy. The scientists who made them, Anita explained, had engineered in them a dependency, normally sated by the regular cocktail of drugs they had previously understood to be things like vitamins and supplements. Without a proprietary formula to provide their bodies with the missing ingredient, they would die.
But they had to try. All of them together stood a better chance of getting out, but the night before the escape, Seven made sure to take a piece of each of her sisters. Just in case. A snip of hair bagged and labeled and stuffed into a tin would help her find them, help them all find each other, if they got separated.
She expected it would happen. They wouldn't all get out - someone would get caught, and the rest would have to go on without them. It didn't make her any more consolable when Anita, their one real guide once they got out of there, and Eight were counted among those who didn't make it. Libra practically had to be dragged onto the skiff Anita had hidden away for them, and she cried nearly the entire way to the nearest port.
Just like Anita said, it didn't take long for them to start falling ill. It started with fatigue, and then every little thing left a bruise. By the time Amalthea started coughing up blood, they were already at their wits' end trying to find the man Anita called her brother. The one she'd told them could help, could make the formula that would keep them alive. They looked everywhere - but even as their hope waned, the one thing they were sure of was that they weren't going back. Not until they could take on what was waiting for them there. They'd rather die free.
And then they found him. Nathaniel Creed. Only, he wasn't Nathaniel Creed anymore, but that didn't matter. He could help them - he was even willing - and that was all Libra needed to know.
They lost Amalthea before the formula could really take effect, and Libra was... quiet, after that. She spent the recovery period withdrawn, keeping to herself, and when she was finally well enough to risk it, was the first to leave with her own personal batch of the drug the man had whipped up. She just walked out, and when one of her sisters tried to follow, all she could report back to the others was that Libra reminded her they needed to go their separate ways to keep from being tracked. Then, she was gone.
It was a hard age for so much upheaval, and the next few years weren't spent much more quietly than the last. There was plenty of work out there for a Tremaran, she found, and while the universe was a wide and terrifyingly new place, little was as scary to her as feeling the empty space in her chest where another sister used to be. So, while she made the trips back to Nathaniel, who was Cormac Trig now, to get her regular dosage, otherwise Libra made great efforts to stay far enough away from any of the others that what she could feel was barely more than a tickle.
But it didn't help. Cyllene's death hit just as hard as Amalthea's, only she never made it out of the lab, and Libra didn't even notice at first. The 'signal' had been so faint for all their distance that she didn't feel it blinking out until she stopped to check in on all the little pieces she kept with her. She realized then that even being as far away from each other as humanly possible wouldn't dampen the pain of loss.
So when Anita's brother reached out to her about a job, she gave in maybe too easily. Being alone had worn on her, and a part of Libra figured that at least around Trig there was a chance she'd get to see her sisters again. She just didn't quite expect to wind up slowly gathering them up over the years that followed, or to stay on the Siren's Song for as long as she has...
Anything Else: She keeps a small metal tin on her person at all times - often stuffed into her bra. It contains tiny labeled baggies, mostly of hair or nail clippings. Several labels correspond to the names of her 'siblings.'
She has an actual twin sister who refused to leave the project and is also referred to as Libra. They were a packaged set until this Libra left.
If the takeaway from her abilities is that things want to be where they belong, she always feels most comfortable with her sisters.
She hates sleeping alone and will usually avoid it if she can.
Model: Alia Shawkat.