<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dr. November Elisabeth Mordin</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Dr_November_Mordin.jpg)</div>Name: Dr. November Elisabeth Mordin<br/>UPP: 999CD9<br/>Age: 46<br/>Race: Human<br/>Homeworld: Endopin (Asteroid,Vacuum)<br/>Racial Traits: None<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History</div><div class="spoiler_body">Growing up on Endopin - an ancient mining asteroid with no atmosphere or entertainment to speak of - was hard; lots of work, lots of people, limited space... she fucking <em>hated</em> growing up there, especially since her parents weren't exactly the best on the planet... er, the asteroid.  Soon as she turned eighteen, she took the first available transport off-world deeper into the Imperium.  Unfortunately, lacking notable technical skills and a good and proper education, her means of sustaining herself were limited, but she had one <em>very</em> significant advantage...<br/><br/>She was hot as <em>hell</em>, and could shake her ass more than well enough!  And luckily at an Class A planetside port there is plenty of opportunity to utilize such talents.  And so began her career as a stripper (with some 'companionship' on the side, preferring female clients given her sexuality, but for the right price she'd had many a man as well), which she <em>greatly</em> enjoyed, as it was the exact opposite of the life she'd been living the previous eighteen years.  Of course, there were dangers to it she did not know of before then; her second year at the club she worked at one of her friends went missing, apparently due to debts pertaining to her drug habit.  It was dangerous, digging around in the underworld of the planet as she did... but she managed to help her friend out (with the aid of planetside law enforcement, vice in particular).  Then went on to win the planet's 'World's Best Stripper' competition, to an award and substantial credit prize...<br/><br/>Nearing the end of her 'career' when she was beginning to 'age out' as she was told (bullshit she said; older women could be strippers too!), she met a fine young Sergeant in the Imperial Marines during one of her last shows.  He impressed her after rescuing her from a couple of assholes who were a bit too 'handsy' with her and had trouble with the words 'no' and 'stop,' particularly with the deftness with which he handled the situation.  Several stories of combat action, planetside assaults, and a long private lapdance later, and November had the <em>crazy</em> idea to join the Imperial Marines...<br/><br/>And so she did, with many a look and comment about her previous profession.  Luckily she was in excellent shape, and found out she was a natural with a blade and guns, with quite keen eyes and fast reflexes to boot.  That, and a pair of metaphorical balls that would give hardened marines a run for their money, more than happy to be sent at supersonic speeds from upper orbit down to the hard planet ground below (and she only threw up on the way down the first four times!), which was <em>great</em> since a rebellion broke out in one of the core systems of the Imperium, and those were high-priority concerns worthy of the Imperial Marines.  She has since lost track of the number of front-line assaults she'd been on, the number of times she was dropped from various stages of orbit (not all smoothly either), and naturally the number of lives taken and lost...<br/><br/>But she was a damn good marine, scratch that, she <em>is</em> a damn good Imperial Marine!  Always a marine, after all.  She fought, worked, and fucked with the best of them (she had a <em>lot</em> of free time on ships, in bases, etc... and there were more female marines than you'd think), and was even chosen for advanced training with state-of-the-art Battle Dress... otherwise known as 'a walking tank'.  Gods did November love her time spent in Battle Dress... wished they'd let them keep it, but Lt. Jamison (had since been promoted and commissioned) managed to get her her combat armour and gauss rifle, lacking the DSAP rounds and (most) of her HEAP RAM grenades...<br/><br/>And now her second career was at an end, an official combat veteran honourably discharged with her Imperial Services Veteran's benefits (notably a General Category 3 Permit and TAS Membership), and what to do now... well, luckily the Imperial Services Veterans Benefits included paying for schooling... and after her ass being saved by combat medics more than once... medical school seemed a good idea (with an additional degree in Computer Science, 'cause why not?).  And again, as was her luck, she seemed to take to it like a fish to water (on a planet where that was normal).  Definitely made a name for herself, hr talents and expertise on the topic being positively genius in everything from surgery to trauma to even some of the more... exotic theories dealing with psionic powers...<br/><br/>In her travels - for she took the schooling and training to let her travel far and wide, adding to her fame - she discovered a strange object on a desolate planet (she wasn't <em>just</em> traveling as a doctor, after all).  A cylindrical object, a flared 'head' to it... almost seemed like a dildo or vibrator, but she wouldn't even dare to try and test such a theory.  To this day it has still confounded her...<br/><br/>Of course, because of her fame she was well sought out at times, particularly by a member of the intelligence agency of the Imperium, asking for her help in... a unique project.  November could sense 'black ops' written all over this... but their offer was sound and it was in her interest in psionicology... so she accepted.  The project involved developing psionic powers - the more 'combative' ones anyway - in human beings... by any way necessary.  Definitely a 'psionic soldier' project... and some of the things she did were... questionable.  But she did it, for over two years she worked on it...<br/><br/>And then it went to hell in a handbasket; one of the more promising 'test subjects' got loose, along with the rest soon after, and even with all of the security the facility had... it wasn't quite enough to actually dealing with powerful telekineticists.  All of the scientists were slain along with the guards... but luckily with her combat armour, gauss rifle, and her expert training as an Imperial Marine (as well as luck, <em>lots</em> of luck!) she was able to get away, activating the 'failsafe' destroying all of the test subjects and the facility itself along with a good portion of the planet she was on... but as she left she knew, somehow just <em>knew</em> that she hadn't gotten them all...<br/><br/>And so it is, quite some time later, her 'wounds' healed (mental, physical, and otherwise), and now it was time for her to continue her 'adventures'... and keep an eye out for a certain Test Subject who she just <em>knew</em> was going to try and 'finish the job' he started...</div></div><br/>STR: 9 +1<br/>DEX: 9 +1<br/>END: 9 +1<br/>INT: 12 +2<br/>EDU: 13 +2<br/>SOC: 9 +1<br/><br/><strong>Skills</strong><br/>-Art(Dance): 2<br/>-Athletics(Co-ordination): 1<br/>-Battle Dress: 1<br/>-Carouse: 0<br/>-Comms: 1<br/>-Computer: 1<br/>-Deception: 0<br/>-Diplomat: 0<br/>-Drive: 0<br/>-Engineer(Electronics): 1<br/>-Gun Combat(Slug Pistols): 1<br/>-Gun Combat(Slug Rifles): 2<br/>-Investigate: 1<br/>-Life Sciences(Biology): 1<br/>-Life Sciences(Psionicology): 1<br/>-Medic: 4<br/>-Melee(Blade): 2<br/>-Persuade: 0<br/>-Pilot: 0<br/>-Recon: 2<br/>-Social Sciences(Psychology): 1<br/>-Stealth: 1<br/>-Steward: 0<br/>-Streetwise: 1<br/>-Tactics: 0<br/>-Vacc Suit: 0<br/>-Zero-G: 0<br/><br/><strong>Equipment</strong><br/><em>Hardened Large Suitcase (TL8)-10kg</em><br/>-Armour Engineering Toolkit (TL12)-12kg<br/>-Medikit (TL12)-8kg<br/>-Weapon Engineering Toolkit (TL12)-12kg<br/><em>Large Hardened Gun Case (TL8)-4kg</em><br/><em>Large Military Duffel Bag (TL6)-1kg</em><br/>-Ammo Pouches (TL6)<br/>-Clothing (TL1+)<br/>-Hip Holster (TL5)<br/>-Shoulder Holster (TL6)<br/>-Sling (TL3)<br/><em>Messenger Bag (TL8)</em><br/>-Data Wafer<br/>--Intrusion/2 (TL11)-Computer+2DM<br/>-Electronic Lockpick Set (TL9)<br/>-Hand Computer (TL12)-Computer/3-0.5kg<br/>--Database (TL7)-Cybernetics<br/>--Database (TL7)-Electronics<br/>--Database (TL7)-Medical<br/>--Database (TL7)-Psionicology<br/>--Database (TL7)-Psychology<br/>--Intelligent Interface/1 (TL11)<br/>--Security/2 (TL11)-Very Difficult (-4DM)<br/>-Improved First Aid Kit (TL7)<br/>-Lockpick Set (TL6)<br/><em>On her Person</em><br/>-Comm (TL10)-Computer/1-Multiple Data Forms<br/>--Translator/1 (TL10)-Real-Time<br/>-Wrist Watch (TL8)<br/><br/><strong>Weapons</strong><br/>-Autopistol  (TL9)-Pistol-3d6+1-Recoil(0)-Mag15-0.5kg<br/>--Gyrostabiliser, Laser Sight(TL10), Hardened Sights<br/>--Clips: 5<br/>-Gauss Rifle (TL12)-Rifle-4d6AP-Auto4-Recoil(-1)-Mag80-4kg<br/>--Gyrostabiliser, IR/NV/5x Zoom, Laser Rangefinder, Hardened Sights<br/>--RAM Launcher (TL10)-Assault-Recoil(0)-Mag1<br/>---HEAP: 6d6AP-Contact x1<br/>--Clips: 5<br/>-Monoblade (TL10)-Small Blade-2d6+6-Heft(-2)-0.5kg<br/>-SMG (TL9)-Assault-3d6+1-Auto4-Recoil(0)-Mag40-1.5kg<br/>--Gyrostabiliser, Folding Shoulder Stock<br/>--Clips: 5<br/><br/><strong>Armour</strong><br/>-Ballistic Vest (T10)-Protect8-0.5kg<br/>--Eye Protection(Shades)<br/>-Combat Armour (TL12)-Protect14-Vacc Suit0-10kg<br/>--O2(6-12hrs), Magnetic Grapples, Personalized Image(Imperial Marine)<br/>-Diplo Vest (TL12)-Protect5-0.5kg<br/>--Eye Protection(Shades)<br/><br/><strong>Licenses, Permits, Degrees</strong><br/>-Imperial Services Veteran General Category 3 License (Paramilitary Equipment)<br/>-TAS Membership<br/>-Category 4 Armour License (Combat Armour)<br/>-Category 4 Weapon License (Gauss Rifle)<br/>-B.S. Computer Sciences<br/>-Medical Doctorate<br/>-Ph.D Medical Science and Medicine<br/><br/><strong>Finances</strong><br/>-Cash on Hand: Cr.35,000<br/>-Debt: 0<br/>-Pension: N/A<br/>-Ship Payment: N/A<br/><br/><strong>Contact</strong><br/>-Lieutenant Colonel Wilhelm Jamison, Imperial Marine (Ground Assault): man who visited her as a stripper at a club and served as her motivation to join the Imperial Marines after breaking up a fight and telling stories of his job (being dropped from orbit in what he called a 'metal casket' with several other marines to do high-priority assault and rapid-response missions planetside)<br/><br/><strong>Enemy</strong><br/>-Subject 759, Psychotic Psion(Warrior): Turned into a psion by the unethical experiment November was a part of in her last term.  Fixated on her and wants her dead, powers include Awareness and Telekinesis.<br/><br/><strong>Alien Artifact</strong><br/>An alien artifact, 15cm long with a slightly swollen end, use currently unknown...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Career History</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Career History</strong><br/><em>Entertainer(Performer)</em>: II+2<br/>-Rank(Stripper): III<br/>-Criminal Underworld Investigation<br/>-Prestigious Award<br/>-Mustering Out<br/>--+1Int<br/>--Contact<br/>--+1Soc<br/>--+1Soc<br/><em>Marine(Ground Assault)</em>: II+1<br/>-Rank(corporal): II<br/>-Planetary Assault<br/>-Advanced Training<br/>-Mustering Out<br/>--Weapon<br/>--Armour<br/>--TAS Membership<br/><em>Scholar(Physician)</em>: III+3<br/>-Rank(M.D.): III<br/>-Advanced Training<br/>-Unusual Event(Alien Artifact)<br/>-Research Against Conscience<br/>-Mustering Out<br/>--+1Edu<br/>--Scientific Equipment<br/>--+1Edu<br/>--Cr.60,000<br/>--+1Edu<br/>--+1Int</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Her Imperial Marine Loadout</div><div class="spoiler_body">Basic Battle Dress (TL13)-Protect(16)-Battle Dress1-26kg(6.5kg)<br/>-Str/Dex+4, Computer/2, Expert(Tactics{Military})/2, Comm, O2(6-12hrs), HUD<br/><br/>Gauss Support Weapon (TL12)-Rifle-4d6SuperAP-Auto6-Recoil(0)-Mag400-7.5kg<br/>-Bipod, HUD Uplink, Gyroscopic Stabilizer<br/>--Bayonet (TL5)-Gun combat-3d6+5-Heft(0)-0.25kg<br/>--RAM Launcher (TL10)-Assault-6d6AP(HEAP)-Tube1-1kg<br/><br/>Typically inserted from orbit via a Personal Re-Entry Kit (TL10)</div></div></div></div><br/>Considering that her last job not only 'never happened' but also ended up with her being the only one left over from it besides some clincally-psychotic psion that wanted her dead, Regina was a<em>great</em>place to be!  At least, the Highport was, since she hadn't visited the planet surface at all; licensed as she was for all of her weapons, armor, medical supplies, and everything else, the cops planetside tended to be a bit... overeager at their jobs, and November really didn't want the hassle of constantly explaining that everything was legal and she<em>could</em>carry a pistol on her hip wherever she went.  She'd been staying at one of the TAS-sponsored 'hotels' in Highport, not terribly far from the Naval base for that added level of security, using her time there to relax, clean and upkeep her guns and armor, refill her medical supplies that she kept on-hand, enjoy the 'company' of a few commercial space-liner stewardesses, and ultimately look for her next source of work.  Savings she did have, but they would only last so long, and she'd prefer to have something to do to pass the time.<br/><br/>And then it came to her in the form of a text-based message on her comm: Gryphon Security - a private security company (aka. Mercenaries) - was looking for what amounted to a 'battlefield medic' for the ship<em>Talon</em>, working with the Ground Commander 'Colonel' Ellen Vinlander.  Definitely the sort of work she'd be qualified to do; she had plenty of practice with combat wounds in combat situations under combat stress.  Then of course, PSCs and PMCs tended to like ex-military, so there was that too. Definitely worth considering, and nearby at a private docking site while they were at it.  No reason<em>not</em>to give things a shot, just had to get her curriculum vitae in order, which held all of her military and medical qualifications, experiences, notable deployments and qualifications, a letter of recommendation from LC Wilhelm... pretty much the only thing she left out was her 'never happened' job and her first-ever career as a stripper with a bit of hooking on the side.  Not like she'd deny that she'd done the latter job if asked, and a background check would likely reveal her job she'd had for so long, but why bring it to their attention even more so?  Least the other 'never happened' job was hidden away for good...<br/><br/>So then came the day of, time to go and dress to impress.  Business casual though, not wanting to be too formal; white turtleneck, tight against her form but not exposing her cleavage (not that it hid the fact that she was, well, quite well 'built').  Black slacks, loose but not flowing, black leather women's shoes but not heels by any means (she loathed wearing skirts; couldn't move in them), and a long semi-casual coat - white like the shirt but not medical-looking - that went down to about her knees, and had the added benefit of hiding the autopistol at her hip and the monomolecular knife she kept strapped in it's sheath under her left arm.  Overall about what she felt reflected her: not too professional, not too casual, the story of her life.  Bit of light makeup though didn't really hide the minor signs of age on her face though, mostly around her grey eyes that exuded a lifetime's worth of experience and confidence, but she'd given up trying to appear 'young' a veritable lifetime ago.  Besides, nobody would think she was 46 with the way she was built anyway; aging well and keeping to a physical training regime akin to her time in the corp did miraculous things for Dr. Mordin.<br/><br/>Anyway, as she made her way through security onto the terminal - a quick process after they saw the ISV Gen-Cat 3 license - she glanced her watch: 0750, likely to arrive a bit early this time.  She spoke to noone as she checked her comm, checking the text message to ensure that, indeed, she had to head to the office nearby.  Shouldn't be hard to find.  A quick glance around, her short red hair with a touch of grey shifting only slightly with the movement, and it wasn't hard to spot the office amidst the comings and goings of personnel and transports.  A quick stride across the terminal (to a number of glances she was sure; November knew she was hot!), and all that was left was a firm knock on the door and entering.<br/><br/>"Hello, Dr. November Mordin, I'm scheduled for an interview at 0800." she said, her tone pleasant, her voice low, a smidgeon of flirt hidden behind professionalism "I believe I'm looking for a Colonel Vinlander, and I have my CV here with me on a data wafer.  You wouldn't be the Colonel, by chance?"