Description
Cashmere is just shy of six feet tall with a full athletic figure. She works out regularly and takes care of her appearance. Her hair is naturally red though with her latest nano-infusion she opted to change it to a dark green and cut it back to just blow shoulder length. She has clear amber eyes that always have a calculating look to them. She has vaguely asian features, the shape of her nose, slant of her eyes, and a slight roundness to her face. Her age is impossible to tell. Though genetic treatments and nanotech in her blood she has remained young looking despite being a lot older than she looks.
The rest of her body is almost always covered in a full body combat ready environmental suit. The suit is primarily dark grays and matte black though with highlights and an emblem in dark green that match her hair. When activated the suit's highlights turn on and pulse with a brilliant green, modeled after animals to indicate she is quite dangerous.
A modified pistol, modeled after an 'antique' design she likes conceals advanced circuitry and many capabilities.
Personality
Cashmere's attitude has often been labeled as hostile, arrogant, paranoid, self centered and cold. Very few have gotten past those layers to find the woman underneath. She uses her environmental suit as a projection of her emotions. Her primary goal is keeping herself safe, but she can't just hide in a hole all her life. She has a hunger, a need, to prove herself and her ability as an individual. She hates working with other people, not trusting them to not back stab her when it is convenient for them.
Cashmere is incredibly brilliant when it comes to technology development and modification. Her own ship, the Hyou, an antique Predator Class Assault Vehicle (PCAV) has been upgraded through and through by modified technologies from several different alien races. She strives to make it her own impregnable fortress and home and it is nearly there. However as good as she is with AI technology it cannot replace true human interaction and she fines herself craving such recently.
Equipment
Cashmere's environmental suit is filled with various technologies of her own development and alien. A modified goa'uld energy shield and hand device, and full body armor, miniature deployable mines and grenades. Sensors and miniature surveillance drones keep her alerted through a Heads Up Display (HUD) located in an implant in her right eye. The suit also has some advanced experimental strength and agility enhancers that she isn't even supposed to have.
Her latest treatment of nanotechnology has altered her appearance slightly and allows for her to alter it more if she desires. Along with enhanced strength and senses independent of the suit her bones are laced with various metals to increase their durability. Her skull is covered with a fine mesh of circuitry that should block all but the most powerful or most skilled telepaths, and even then give her warning of being mentally breached. She can now expel some of the nanites through her breath, saliva or blood given simple commands. This is extremely dangerous technology, as a wrong command could have all the nanites in her body breaking down her cells from the inside out. However she is certain of her control, and will not use that technology save for the most dire of circumstances.
Her pistol has been modified to fire variable projectile rounds from typical Aschen magnetron trinnium rounds to modified sabot, cryonic freeze bullets to high explosive or tracker rounds. It also can fire energy as stun or high intensity lasers. The gun is DNA and biometric locked so only she can fire it without getting a massive jolt.
There are few things she treasures as much as her ship and one of those is her bike, Kuro. Designed from scratch and modeled after a leaping panther. Glossy black finnish that can shift to matte black with a command. The Kuro is made from light ship armor and is highly weaponized. The 'paws' contain blades that can be deployed to slash in passing. There are also energy weapons mounted in the mouth and a forward mounted energy shield that can envelop the entire bike.
NEW as of 12-05-10
Cashmere has voluntarily severed her left arm from the elbow down after receiving payment for a job in certain psychoactive metals. It combines all of her skill and many technologies: sensors, weapons, and tools. A laser saw in her index finger and a short range teleporter in the wrist are just examples of its capabilities. It is experimental and she may chose to reattach her flesh arm, which she has kept in cryo, should she dislike it.
History
Cashmere was raised on a war torn Aschen colony, the Cosmora Archipelago, on the edge of 'civilized' space. Never knowing who her parents were she was raised by a rough man who recognized her skill with technology and forced her to work, beating her and worse if she did not come up with newer and better technologies at an entirely unreasonable pace. She killed him when she was 16 with his own battle rifle. Her life got even harder for a time because as rough as the man had been he had been protecting her from worse things.
She eventually smuggled herself aboard a transport ship and got off planet. When she was found she was put to work and excelled even more than she had on the planet. She was adopted by the crew as a kind of mascot and good luck charm as her quick fixes and improvements saved them numerous times. She lived there for nearly two years, allowing herself to open up and become part of the crew, to trust them. Until they were betrayed to pirates. The pirates somehow got the access codes and boarded the ship. Cashmere hid while the crew that she had gotten close to was murdered. All the while the pirates were searching for the 'Tech Girl'.
She was eventually found and brought to the pirates. Another crew member, one of those she trusted had betrayed them all and was demanding payment from one of the pirates when Cashmere was brought out. She watched as the woman was shot in front of her.
Once again she was pressed into labor by the pirate captain. He forced her to fix things on their ship during the day and taken advantage of by the captain at night. This went on for two months while she plotted and planned using her superior tech knowledge to rig the ship. She stole the captains PCAV and when she was far enough away detonated bombs all over the pirate ship. She watched as it detonated in space, vowing to herself to never let another take advantage of her or trust anyone else.
The PCAV became her own ship, renamed Hyou, and she modified it over time with more and more technology until it was covered in ripping edge technology inside and out. A lavish home of her own in which she can travel anywhere she wishes though air, space or even fluid.
She has sold her skill with technology to most major civilizations over time for various technologies or money.
She has been characterized as Techno Mage, New Type, and Savant, though she calls herself none of those things. Rumors of her existence have persisted for nearly two hundred years now, though no hard evidence backing up those rumors can be found. In truth she is roughly a hundred years of age. Though she had no record of her actual birth date.
She has recently learned more of her past. Her sister, Helena Cain, Admiral of the Aschen Fleet
To those who may be following her actions she has visited the planet a number of times. Mainly for rest and the occasional drink at Gambits Bar. However she never takes a room there, instead sleeping on her own ship and is usually gone within a day, never more than two.
So begins...
Cashmere glances at Simon as her drink arrives. "I suggest counting your blessing for whatever they count for." She smiles and nods at Marlene raising her glass in a slight toast as to their teamwork there. She takes a sip and smiles, settling into the seat, resting her back against the wall so no one can sneak up on her. "Being an experimental subject rarely ends well for said subject." It sounds for a moment as though she might be speaking from experience.
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"Going to put yourself voluntarily in their hands?" She looks Simon over slowly. "You don't strike me as particularly suicidal." She shrugs. "Space port to the North. Find the Aschen delegation there and let them know that Agent Marlene Angel defeated you for whatever reason and I am sure they will see to it you are delivered to the proper location." She sips her Ambrosia, carefully touching a space on her arm, increasing the shielding around her in case he should attempt something against her for her part in the battle.
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"My favor to Marlene ended at your defeat. There is no active bounty on your head I am interested in. So I see no reason to detain you personally." She shrugs and sips her Ambrosia. "But be aware that the Aschen are VERY good at finding people when they want to. And you'll only annoy them if you go into hiding."
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Cashmere didn't acknowledge Simon's departure beyond a nod of her head. She sipped her Ambrosia, keeping her back to a wall and keeping an eye on people who come into the bar. She is registering a great deal of violent action from her sensors coming from outside though no screams. She waits patiently to see who is out there hoping that they don't try anything on her bike. That might seriously piss her off. She smiled a little though at the thought of someone trying to pick a fight with the bike that she made from scratch for herself.
Cashmere gets an alert through the display in her right eye and reaches back for her data pad. She pulls it out and turns it on. The data streaming through the display as she reads through it, a frown appearing on her face and deepening. "How did she know?" SHe mutters in frustration as she starts working curriously through the information.
Cashmere ignores everyone as she gets entirely immersed in the dataflow. She starts scanning through the data faster and faster, her eyes barely looking at it before she altered something or moved on. Taking all the pieces and putting the image together in her head faster than her own fingers could actually work. The frown on the tech mercenary's face deepening as she continued through the data, something clearly frustrating her.
Cashmere frustrated by the interface of the pad she flips it over activating the 3D display and holding out her hands. "Activate immersion interface." She holds out her hands and the information starts being displayed in front of her in several dimensions. She twists her hands altering the data correspondingly. Each motion of her fingers, wrists and arms alters the data, shifting it back and forth as she submerges her mind in the data. Images in the data become more complex as the information becomes more and more condensed.
Cashmere slams a frustrated fist down onto the bar. The green highlights of her suit glowing a venomous bright shade. "She was right. But there is no indication. There is nothing that says how she was right. But her statement was far too accurate to have been a guess..." She growls in frustrating gnawing on her lip for a moment as she looks at the data slowly turning in front of her in the projected hologram. "Interface off." She turns the pad over and holds it up checking a few things. "Update intermix ration and follow new calculations, send them to the port's engine technician. I want a background check on her as well. Odgerel." She sends the transmission to her ship and it begins auto updating the intermix ratio and calculations. She smiles a bit when she sees how the new intermix will increase her ship's range and power output.
Cashmere sits back and shakes herself off a bit. She had gotten so immersed in the dataflow that she had lost track of where she was. She looked around a bit and took her Ambrosia. She sipped it slowly as she leaned back against the wall. Thankfully she hadn't been attacked or anything while she was hyper-focused on the data, but it was a close things. She frowned and took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds then letting it out slowly.
Cashmere rubs her head slightly smiling. It had been a while since she got a good mental work out like that. She chuckles a little to herself. She hadn't even been on the job when she got the challenge from the mechanic. Just an offhand statement from the woman set the Aschen renegade off and there she was off doing more calculations in a few minutes than she had in months. It was quite refreshing.
Cashmere smiles as she puts her data pad away. She gets a refill on her Ambrosia and walks over to a table. She sits down and opens up small pouch at her hip. She withdraws a slender tube. She unrolls the tube and laying scattered over it are tiny machine parts. She flexes her fingers and tiny tools extend from her fingertips. "Suit, alert to proximity and observation." She settles down and starts putting the pieces together slowly. Her tools doing very delicate work the with small parts. An observer might note that they appear to be small artificial body parts with very high tech components within them.
Cashmere assembles the small pieces slowly into a humanoid body roughly six inches tall. Continuing to assemble the pieces slowly, many miniscule connections to be established by the tools on her fingertips as she smiles down at her creation.
Cashmere smiles and hums lightly to herself as she makes the final connections for the head piece and welds the tiny pieces together. The small form laying on her work pad. She reaches out a finger. "Suit, divert power to Hyou Pixie Avatar Mark 1." A wire extends from her finger and into the small body on the table in front of her. Immediately the six inch body starts to glow as it accepts the energy from her suit. When she withdraws the wire the small form is glowing blue along the highlights of its body. It sits up slowly a bit jerky in its movements. It looks up at her tilting its inexpressive head to examine her before standing shakily. Cashmere reaches out to it, helping it steady itself as the programming adapts to the movement. "Steady and run PW1." The constructed pixie stands steadily and then slots on its back suddenly brighten and electric 'wings' form. Solid forcefields hold for a second like long wings before something shorts out and the pixy body tumbles, inactive onto the table.
Cashmere continues working on the miniscule body of the artificial pixie. Opening up the back of it with her small tools and working on the delicate machinery within trying to figure out what shorted out when the wings had tried to form. She seems quite happy to be working on something. Small wires and other tools coming from her fingers and working inside the small android.
Cashmere looks up as her sensors alert her to the presence of the LDA. She frowns and closes up the body of the android, folding it up within the work pad and stows it away within her hip bag. Not wanting the Aschen to get a close look at her open tech.
Cashmere puts a hand on her gun when she sees the LDA coming in with massive armors and weapons She almost fires when she sees they aren't after her but some other person. She frowns and lowers her gun slowly. This time she does not even bother to offer assistance. Her debt to Marlene has been paid and it doesn't even look like she needs help on this one either.
Cashmere 's ship lands at the space port to the north. A black motorcycle looking like a Leaping Panther exits from a bay door of the ship and races along the street, a feline roar as it rears up doing a wheely briefly before skidding into the parking lot of Gambits. She gets up off her bike slowly, smiling down at it as she adjusts her combat rifle on her shoulder. She activates the force field around the bike and heads towards the door. She opens it and steps inside, slipping to the side keeping her back to the wall as her suit scans the interior.
Cashmere frowns a little as she looks around the room before heading to the bar, careful to keep the wall to her back before she slips onto a bar stool. She adjusts the rifle a little and waves to the bartender. "Ambrosia." Her voice modulated a bit by her suit.
Cashmere makes her way into the tavern. Her ship isn't even registered at the space port, but she was there. Her bike parked outside, the forcefield protecting it until her return. She pauses inside the door and steps to the side, keeping her back to the wall while her suit scans the room. She nods slightly and makes her way to the bar, careful not to leave her back exposed for long if at all.
Cashmere settles onto a bar stool and adjusts her gun so it rests easily against her side. She taps the bar top a little to get the bartender's attention. "Ambrosia." Her voice slightly modulated by some mechanism in her suit. She looks around carefully while she waits for the Aschen alcohol.
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