Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Officer Davis, Davis or Vivian depending on familiarity.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5'11"
Position: TAF Officer
Description: Vivian Davis is a young woman with nothing extraordinary about her physical appearance in regards to the current times. She was destined for the career path of a scholar as she stood a few inches below average height. and maintained a slim build. Despite occasional cardio and exercise to maintain health, her physical build was less than exceptional. While the archeologist could boast a soft, hour glass figure if she took note of such things, one would never tell through the bland uniform of the TAF that constantly wrapped around her person. Davis could have been a dancer, perhaps, with her petite and graceful limbs. Instead, her slender fingers were preferential for her work with the TAF, feet nimble and body persistent for the lengthy expeditions and recovery of artifacts.
She was a woman marked by her birthplace of Earth; softly tanned skin with a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Dark brunette hair was kept at a manageable length, at or above her shoulders, though generally tied up in a messy bun to keep out of her way as she worked. Thick lashes framed unmodified gray-blue eyes, the colour her home planet when seen from space. There was a constant, serious though looming in her eyes that told of her past, a faint lines beneath them that spoke of many sleepless hours. Plump lips, the upper of which that pulled into a soft bow, though rarely seemed to smile unless she found a new discovery.
Vivian often times wears glasses as a reminder of the ancient times when they were a necessity.
Marks/Scars/Tattoos: None
Birthplace: Earth
Citizenship: Ecumene
Religious Affiliation: Agnostic, Purism - the belief that mankind relies too readily on upgrades.
Family: Marie Davis - Deceased, wasting sickness; Gregory Davis - Deceased, accident
Friends: Arbutus Carson - Mentor, Doctor of Archeology
Spouse/Lover(s): None, who has time?
Intelligence: Highly intelligent, throughly trained for the TAF with a Masters of Archeology. Vivian has a primary focus on anthropology and linguistics.
Sense of Humor: Witty, though often times uses references that go over other's heads.
Personality: Vivian is generally a laid back and quieter woman, content in being absorbed within her work, whether it be in the latest artifact, or finding the next great one, or studying old and ancient cultures. To say she is passionate would an an understatement, her career completely consumes her. While she is naturally shy, her mastering of several languages has forced her to come out of her shell quiet a bit to be an interpreter or liaison between worlds. She has had several papers published which has also led to public speaking, further adding to a more comfortable level of social involvement. When it comes to personal matters, however, Davis withdraws. It could be said that conflicting personal issues is what drives her to be so passionate about her work. Her involvement with the past has left her a little out of touch of popular culture. Her jokes generally fall short to uneducated minds, and she's a little more than awkward in social situations. The quickest way to get beneath Vivian's skin is to do something for her. She has an inability to ask or accept help.
Personal Quote: To understand the present one must first understand the past.
Equipment: A necklace that belonged to her father.
History: Vivian was born the daughter and only child of two of the earliest members of the TAF; Marie and Gregory Davis. She was raised on the stories of ancient Earth, before mankind took to the stars and sought out other worlds. Those were the primitive times, mocked by many, but loved by young Vivian. Her father was an esteemed member of the TAF, and his name well known both for his achievements as well as his death. On one mission to recover a particularily important artifact there was a complication with the ship and the crew perished, her father with them. The death was hard on both daughter and mother, but particularly difficult on mother. Her mind and mental state seemed to deteriorate, giving way to delusions. The two delusions that were persistent until Marie's death were that Gregory was assassinated, and that Ecumene was secretly a communist dictatorship (which was vastly far from reality). Marie past away not long after due to a wasting sickness that took her body as well as her mind.
Vivian was barely nine years old, and left alone. A friend of her father, Arbutus Carson, adopted her and enrolled her in training to follow his and her parents footsteps. Arbutus was a board member for the TAF. She immersed herself in her school work, finishing early. Her work was all that she lived for, as if in discovering the past she could return her parents to her. To her, her father lived in the stories of old that he raised her on.
She grew up alone. Orphaned by her parents, mocked by other children for her height, and devoting all time to her studies. If it hadn’t been for her success in her field of linguistics she probably wouldn’t have learned to interact with people. Surprisingly, she seems a well-rounded young woman if not a little geeky. Degree in hand, Vivian has committed to go out in the work and learn, and search… for something. Herself, perhaps.