Name: Erna Mari Mallory Durand
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Black Sunday
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 6'3''
Position: Pilot
Description: Slender, pale and fair in skin and countenance to many who first lay eye on Durand "Black Sunday." Her dark, styled hair - which is ever either in a mohawk or left down to one side or the other - is not an oddity in modern society, though it does give many reason to pause upon first glance. With her chilly-blue eyes and icy pallor in stark juxtaposition to her black hair and bleak clothing Durand proves a curiosity for most, especially in a day when stereotypes have shifted dramatically. Her fingers, long and graceful, can fly about the surface of terminals in a mad frenzy even without the aid of her implants, and despite her typically lethargic demeanor she can prove capable of blurring speed when needed. Her perceived "frailty" is oft the undoing of those who attempt to assault her. In a fight Durand is extraordinarily lithe and flexible, relying on her agility to get around and past her opponent's range of attack. A few tattoos mar the snowy porcelain of her skin: one on her stomach, and two on her upper back- all black.
Marks/Scars/Tattoos: The first on her stomach: the stylized emblem of Ecumene of Earth. A circle of crescents orbiting in a cluster - centered around her bellybutton - to form the shape of a world, wreathed on either side by thorny vines adorned with blooming roses; the vines come to a halt before the planet's zenith where the shape of what insinuates a mighty vessel lords over the world. Rays of what would amount to light from the sun shine out from behind the "eclipsed" silhouette. The final two on her back: two short passages from the Kama Sutra, written in their traditional tongue, adorn her back- one below each shoulder.
Birthplace: Earth, Ecumene
Citizenship: Ecumene of Earth
Religious Affiliation: Alasdairic Tantra
Family: Sullivan Durand (father), Aimee Durand (mother), Sox Durand, AKA "Bloody Sunday" (younger sister)
Friends: Few and far between; so few, in fact, it is hardly worth mentioning.
Spouse/Lover(s): Troy Caudillo (lover)
Intelligence: Incomplete college education; considered a brilliant programmer, software designer and technician.
Sense of Humor: Caustic
Personality: "Aloof" might do, in simplest terms. But that is not quite right. For the longest time Durand has not been one to mingle casually with others, not even showing simple courtesy. Her relationships with coworkers are generally cold and sometimes even borderline hostile. She judges the moment she meets, determining then and there what she think and how she feels about that particular individual. Once done it would take a mountainous effort to shift her opinion. For those she does not regard as a target for constant verbal lashings but just an annoyance she will typically regard them with bitter sarcasm and utter disdain. While seated in her chair aboard Gluttony she will seem quite the layabout, either slouched down, legs stretched out beneath the terminal and head reclined this way or that or curled up in some manner. Her eyes, even, will seem to glaze over - she calls this state "meditation." On the opposite end of the spectrum: in the gym she proves her physicality through endless cycles around the track, beating up sandbags or taking down practice dummies in combat. And although she claims to be religious, much in her own way, and in actuality does hold to some amount of spirituality, she hardly seems to take her beliefs seriously. At times she has even claimed that the main pretense for joining into the Alasdairic school of Tantra - founded in 4198 by one Alasdair MacAuley - was simply because of the added religious justification for sex intrinsic to Alasdairic dogma.
Personal Quote: "The ocean swells, but in the end returns - cold and wet - to the sea."
Equipment: M30 Telestai Pulsar (fully-automatic plasma pistol manufactured by the Telestai Family Inc.)
History: Durand was born April 19, 4295 in the Colorado Preserve on Earth, one of the few places truly restored to its former natural glory and retained as such after the cataclysmic War of Division that ravaged the planet's surface. Her father was a leading technician employed at the Truman Corporation Shipyards, and her mother a geneticist working for the Clandestine Company, a holding within the mighty Cathedral Firm. Early in her life her mother was moved to the Attica Branch of the Company. Even though travel to even somewhere as far-flung as Greece from Colorado would be simple and quick in their time, it still put a minor strain on the life of Durand and her sister, Sox. She discovered very early on her talent for programming, and her knack for augmenting other programs, fabricating new ones, and assembling fully functional holo-computers. At eighteen she received a scholarship to a prestigious university on Mars where her studies would be overseen by Yamato Industries, the leaders in computer technologies. She studied there for nearly four years, and for nearly four years she spiraled into a whirlpool of stagnation. She felt as if she were accomplishing nothing, and feared that where her life was going she would hardly have any life at all. She dropped out when she was twenty-three and applied for a position as a pilot on a cargo ship with TAF. Her father had taught her all about piloting spacecraft, and she had taken to it quickly- never losing her touch over the years. Impressed with her credentials (albeit rightly confused over why someone would give up a potentially very bright future within a mega-corp for a career as a pilot) they placed her on a roster to be reviewed by captains looking for someone to fill such a position. Many of the first captains to interview her turned her down because of her standoffish personality - she had decided outright with all of them that she did not like them. And then came one different from the rest. Someone with an air of power and authority about them; an aura of strength and honor. Someone who didn't take shit and didn't give it out. That she liked.