Name: Faustus C. Horselady (Likes to be called by her middle name, Crange.)
Occupation: Whatever's Available
Species: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 32
Description:
Faustus C. Horselady is a woman of average height and build with black hair and a thousand yard stare that would make you question if you really existed.
Bio:
Crange is what some would call a summer rain. You can never predict when she will come thundering down like a storm, but you'll wish you had an umbrella. Despite the rigorous psychological testing that has made her fit for duty in any line of work with decorum and honor, the notes of all her psychologists have made remarks that not only are her emotions in check, but she may not have any real emotions at all.
Her love of NanoTrasen was palpable amongst the board who interviewed her, some shedding tears at the genuine empathy they felt passed through them, but the second her performance end there was left only a palpable feeling of abyss behind her eyes.
Through rebellions, uprisings, being blown up, cloned, borged and brigged, Crange subsists with a consistent unstability that has allowed them to navigate a myriads of mind-breaking events with no side effects.
One might question whether her mind has already broken due to her erratic and sometimes inflammatory actions, but behind the chronic sustained madness lies an even heartbeat and a cold dead stare.
"You unconsciously make creative choices that you try to find context for and that just becomes anxiety. All the possibilities and what-ifs and what-might-bes. Yikes! And since you can't know, I mean, who could, haha... You're then stuck trying to find the sitcom solution, or connection. Things end with no warning, accidents are freak and frequent. There's nothing any of us could do about it."
"So I shouldn't worry about our problem"
"Oh, no no, by all means worry. We're in the middle of some shit! You actually have a very good reason right now to be scared for your very existence."
