Solarienne (Character)

Character details

"Discipline, Co-ordination and Valour"
Name	Solarienne
Gender	Female
Race	Caldari
Bloodline	Civire
Licensed	YC85.10.01
Corporation	Nisaba Syndicate
Occupation	Contracted Naval Professional
Specialization	Naval Strategy and Combat

Basic Information

Full Name: Brigadier General Sascha 'Solarienne' Ischenko

Apparent Age: Mid 20's

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue Steel

Height: 5' 10"

Profession: Non-Executive Director of Nisaba Syndicate, Navy Advisor

Citizenship(s): Caldari State

Personal History

Born to Lieutenant Wey Ischenko and Shift-Manager Mara Ischenko, Sascha endured a harshly disciplined, but character building childhood. Seeing little of her father due to his work as a contracted Naval Officer for the Lai Dai corporation, her mother ensured that the age old Civire values of perseverance and performance under pressure were drummed into her developing brain alongside the State's finest military schooling.

The towering metropolis-complexes of New Caldari Prime dominated the sky-line of her youth, a grey, oppressive and yet somewhat inspiring colossus groping out into the stars with great ambition. A series of petty gang memberships rounded out her strict upbringing with a string of minor criminal charges and some tattoos long since consigned to the removal-lazer under the stern, disappointed gaze of her mother. If anything, the regimented structure of these short-lived rebellions against authority served to enhance the education-systems grip on their nascent minds. A life of controlled, calculated acts with intermittent violence - a microcosm of the competition between the corporate structures ruling over the State.

Like her father before her, Sascha enrolled in the State War Academy as an Officer Cadet. Drills, basic maintenance, military parades and, of course, attending to the less glamorous aspects of ship-board life replaced a no less rigid childhood. Her ambitions grew at this time, the predatory instincts of a 'succeed or fall into obscurity' lifestyle stoked to extremes by the goading of Drill-Sergeants and the all too rare praise for exemplary performance.

Mandatory Capsuleer screening had become the standard, though the 'norms' as those not lucky enough to be selected called themselves, all pretended to loathe the life of a Capsuleer, boasting about how they were man or woman enough to look death in the eye when it came for them and serve alongside their brothers and sisters. So it was that when her name was called out during inspection and SWA medical staff came to usher her out of her barracks, she knew that she had lost every friend in the room. Jealous glares masquerading as derisive sneers formed a silent, unmoving gauntlet as she left her old life, another transition, another oppurtunity.

Her stay with the SWA after her graduation as a fledgling capsuleer was short, contacts from her early days of Neocomm use having graduated in the year or so before her offering steady work guarding low-level mining operations. Tedious as it was, her combat skills slowly grew with every pirate attack. It came as no surprise to her when her first foray into null-security space resulted in the loss of her Caracal with all hands, and her first death. Instead of shying away from this traumatic event, it allowed her to shed many of her deeply held prejudices against cloning technology. She was the same person, she felt no different except for the 'new' feeling of her cloned body and the knowledge that she was now effectively immortal so long as she only died in space.

Leaving her new colleagues to their business, she signed up with one of the initial Capsuleer forays into Pure Blind, assisting in claiming space. Skirmishes, outright warfare and sieges punctuated the next few years of her life, the death of her father and growing infirmity of her mother pushed out of her mind by a stream of encounters, near-misses and the occasional death. Every mortal-loss, be it her own or one inflicted on a fellow capsuleer, pushed her deeper into null, a predatory, disciplined commando who saw every engagement as a chance to best her personal records. And then... Nothing. Sascha 'Solarienne' Ischenko fell off of the grid altogether, few noticing her passing and those rare individuals who did only able to guess at what might have happened to her.

A little over two years later, she has returned to the Capsuleer community, remaining silent about her time off-grid. She has taken a variety of mercenary work, but has recently taken a high-command position under Aelisha Montenagre of Nisaba Syndicate, in a rare move to work as a Naval Consultant in a largely civilian enterprise. Largely seen associating with Jurou Yuan of Tirokkunone and occasionaly frequenting the Last Gate (a renowned Guristas bar), Sascha seems the stern, pressed and dutiful State officer - with a dangerous streak of disregard for her own safety due to years of combat wearing down her fear of loss or injury.

Despite her obvious need to be in the thick of the action, seeming to draw inspiration and be at her most liberated where the rules of conflict breakdown and her training starts to flex and warp under the intensely hostile conditions of capsuleer combat, Sascha remains largely stable, amiable with those who present themselves with respect or strength, and dedicated to her employers so long as they meet her exorbitant operating fees.

Beliefs and Values

Having been raised in the old-school of Civire conduct, Sascha holds no race, bloodline or profession in contempt until it inevitably proves inferior to the genetics and conditioning of her own. Mildly condescending to those yet to prove their worth, she keeps a strong semblance of the dutiful Caldari, holding the appropriate views in the appropriate company.

It is difficult to tell if she really holds people in contempt on a racial or personal basis, but she can count those individuals who live up to her unrealistic expectations of personal conduct and professionalism on one hand. Paradoxically she is frequently seen associating with individuals who fall far below her stated standards, sharing drinks, jokes and the occasional wry grin with individuals such as Jurou Yuan and even the occasional Angel or Guristas loyalist, all the while proudly wearing her State insignia as a badge of her spiritual, if not current, allegiance.

What is certain, is that Sascha is cold in her appraisals, quick to prejudge, slow to change a negative opinion and utterly ruthless in exploiting perceived weakness. There is no honour in defeat, as she has been told so many times. Now she often repeats those words herself, before calling in any required support to finish off the prey she has managed to grapple to a stand-still.