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V-VI-Endline

VIVI

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    • Name: V-VI-Endline
    • Gender: Cisgender Female
    • Nicknames: Often VIVI or Vee to the commoner, albeit nicknames are forbidden in her formal social realm
    • Relationship status: Single, unmarried. A fact to be determined by her father
    • Personality: Calm and collected with a thoroughly trained etiquette, albeit holding a humored, dry humor to her
    • Mannerisms: Almost wisp-like movements emphasizing her words, very animated yet in a subtly refined manner
    • Likes: Art, vistas, reveries
    • Dislikes: Walls, commotion, conflict
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  • Description

    "Fifth generation, sixth child. Have you finally done it? Has Teletram 6 finally amounted to something else besides grave disappointment and the loss of my establishment's face?"

    - "I have."

    "I do warn you, should you lie. You and your subversive bloodline will be culled if you fail me after speaking those words. The fifth child had that sickening freckle on her face... what a waste it was to dispose of her after such promises from you.

    - "Skin replacement surgery was proposed. Denied."

    - "My heir must be born perfect, worm. If she is born imperfect, she will always be that - imperfect. Useless to me and my kind. You of all should know that."

    - "Then you shall approve of six. Her genetic makeup is a perfect match to you, the kinks of the fifth have been replaced. There is no trace of her mother's makeup."

    "I should hope so, for your sake. I duly hope that this will be the Endline of this wasteful escapade that you've prolonged to leech fortunes from my humble hands."

    ---

    Tall, framed by wide shoulders, carried by long, eloquent legs and possessing the glint of pure white hair only partially more incandescent than her perfectly fair skin - such is the Endline of Teletran 6 bloodline; the crown princess of Opticron-Hensonn's investment management. Ardently trained in the often esoteric-seeming high etiquette of the corporation, she still often holds to her a subtle, softly humored smile that peers from beneath the helmet piece all of the princesses are to wear as to protect their eyes from onlookers.

    Draped in eloquent, sharply edged attires, her status is perfectly spelled in the night's dark fabric on which trails of gold run like rivers. Yet her being is more than the clothes she wears - an oddity amongst the culture entirely based around status; her essence is that of art and esotericism, reading fates from cards and learning of religions and cultures of the places she visits, the mystery behind her visor much more than the plainly understandable rank she withholds to her bloodline.
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  • Physical Stats

    • Age: 25
    • Race: Human, Teletram-6 strain of bloodline
    • Class: Throne princess of the Investment Management tree
    • Deity: Multiple, dependent on the system she is visiting and the prevalent religion
    • Size: Tall and somewhat broad-shouldered, yet quite thinly built and sharply eloquent
    • Height: 5'10"
    • Complexion: Pale, often further emphasized by the particularly fair tones in her makeup
    • Hair: Ghastly blonde, often with added, subtle glittering
    • Eyes: Calm golden
    • Handedness: Right
  • "The planetary government has refused our proposal. The manufacturing of CA-10 orbital fighters will drop from an annual ten million units to nine point five unless we accept their demands."

    - "Accept their preposterous demands? Do they not know how hard the interstellar export of cattle is? Those backwater animals are the only civilization in this stellar neighborhood who even deal in such goods, and I am not about to re-establish my star-rail logistics just to make them feel good. In fact, even calling them a 'civilization' is stretching it in my books... how would they like if... hm... if we erase their little planet from the catalogue of such and bomb them like the vermin they are until they understand who they are dealing with? How would that counter-proposal sound?"

    "I'm sure that won't be necessary, sir. They do have lots of those fighters after all. Now, sir... hm... your daughter is- "

    - "Do not call her 'my daughter', you unsightly worm. Address her as she is supposed to be addressed. She is not an animal that is referred to in such animalistic terms, but an irreplacable cog in this organization. Pigs give birth to daughters, dogs give birth to daughters, she was crafted with purpose far surpassing that, and with a price steeper than the GDP of multiple core planets. What is it? What is it about V-VI?

    "I would simply imform you that she currently resides in the sector, sir. With her role as the to-be investment manager, maybe seeing her in the flesh would soothe their nerves over faceless letters?"

    - "Using such words to describe her... 'maybe'... sickens me to my very heart. She will get it done, and if I will hear anything besides absolute certainty from your mouth again I will tell my guards to divert your head from its shoulders. The fortunes I have paid you will not save you from the simple touch of a blade."

    "Of course, sir. I will see to it that she gets the assignment. Consider the deal as much as won."
    ---

    Painstakingly genetically crafted to be the heir of Opticron-Hensonn's investment management wing in the case of her father's passing, the weight of an interstellar megacorporation was thrust on her shoulders from a young age. Being an utmost, aggressive perfectionist, her father always considered her a tool of his and his establishment's image rather than a person. Her name a mere set of perimeters of her birth, her upbringing was mentally more rigorous than that of the corporation's private military, instilling to her a piece of her father's perfectionism and a thorough obsession towards etiquette.

    Though even then, overseeing the investment politics of the larger corporation has given her the opportunity to see many a culture, people and world view - becoming things that she collects as post cards of color in her otherwise fully sheltered life hued in black and gold. Now after years of experience, the woman possesses the eloquent front of her corporation, yet behind that dark visor lies an ocean of curiosities perennially framed by her personal world view that is nigh perennially laced with a particularly deadpan sense of humor.