Name: Jesse Marie Black
Age: 24
Race: Human
Occupation: Journalist

Skills
Social: As a quick-witted negotiator, she can usually fast talk her way through any situation.
Physical: Hand-to-hand combat, meaning the self-defense classes her father insisted on paying for when she was a kid.
Weapons: Her father taught her how to shoot small arms at a young age (and against her mother's wishes), and often sneaked her out of the house to the firing range for target practice.

Appearance
Black is every bit a platinum showstopper who seldom fails to dress the part. She is always up-to-date on the latest fashion trends, and she will seldom hesitate to buy designer duds straight out of runway catalogues. To her, spending extra credits on weekly mani-pedis is a necessity, not a luxury, and the biggest no-no for any woman with a brain is to leave her flat without her hair styled to perfection.

Personality
In everyday social interactions, Jesse tends to maintain distance from anyone she doesn't know, and she can count on one finger the number of people she genuinely trusts. She comes off to others as bubbly, if a bit arrogant, and pretty self-centered. Her peers joke that she spends most of her free time in front of a mirror. While she gets along amicably with most people, there are very few she considers to be true friends. Those who have witnessed the "real" Jesse have seen a keen, creative mind behind her facade.

History
Jesse is the only daughter to Joseph and Susan Black, proprietors of the popular Dark Star Media, the founding leader of several news firms across the Core Planets, second only to the largest company, Nova Industries, which her father, a well-known business tycoon, is seeking to overtake. Her mother is the editor-in-chief for a fashion zine on the outskirts of Mid-Rim.

At the age of eighteen, Jesse graduated school near the top of her class and transferred directly to university to pursue a degree in Journalism. soon taking up an internship with her father's company to gain footing in the career world. Many would argue the Dark Star heir merely did what her parents expected her to do to secure a future for the family company, when in truth, her passion for writing and adventure moved her to follow a career path along which she could do what she loved and make a living. Growing up, she spent many a night entertaining guests at her mother's dinner parties, and accompanying her father on his seemingly endless quests for the "perfect story."

As she entered adolescence, however, stealing her mum's lipstick for plushie-tea parties, and rock-climbing with her dad became past-times. Both her mother and peers held her to an exceptional standard in all manners of taste, and her father, who used to gleefully throw her over his shoulder and tickle her until she solemnly swore to "reach for the stars," settled to a life of pushing papers behind a desk. No more surprise parties and late night chick-flicks or gab fests over boys, and instead of playing shotgun chaperon to school dances, Joseph, took his daughter to one last celebratory dinner for her senior graduation and shortly thereafter began waving her out of his office upon her arrivals, thus coining his signature offhanded reply of, "Here, take my credit chit, have a good time." Driven to make her father proud and help make their business a success, she devoted her free time outside of work and school on a personal venture to find the ultimate story.

Just a few years ago, Dark Star Media began to make an upward push to surpass its sole competitor, and as rumors spread of a great legend surrounding a galactic treasure hunt, dozens of news stations got wind of the official journey, but only a select few among Nova were privy to the date. A close friend and colleague to Jesse managed to "leak" the intel to the Dark Star infonet and secure it on their private server, granting access to all the information she would need to ensure she was there to intercept that ship before it left the port and get to the story be before Nova could wrap their hands around it. Now, all she needed was a way to sneak on board.