BARD PAPER: DANI3802
Physical Age 61 in 1201, Calendar age 134
Born sometime in 1067, (her people did not record
births, but she chose Holiday as her "official" birthday1), in
a community of TL 1 Vargr on Pscias (2106/Spinward Marches).
While still a pup, D'Yan2 stowed away on a Scout ship that was
surveying the world, and by the time she was discovered, the ship
was already in Jump. By then it was too late to return her - she had
already seen too much to be safely returned to a world that knew
nothing of aliens or other worlds - and so the crew decided to adopt
her. The Scout Service were understandably unhappy about this, but
reluctantly agreed that there was no practical alternative. As
soon as she was old enough, D'Yan enlisted in the IISS, and soon
became an expert - if slightly eccentric - Scout, preferring
long-range exploration and survey missions, (ideally alone). One
of the first things she did after joining was to track do the
nearest Psionics Institution and get herself tested. She was happy
to discover that she qualified for a scholarship, and went
back for training as soon as she had enough leave saved up. Her
Psionic powers are probably the main reason that D'Yan has survived
so long - she has a habit of regularly getting herself into
life-threatening situations, and being able to Teleport to safety
can be extremely useful! Her career came to a sudden end in 1110,
when her superiors discovered that D' Yan practised an unusual
custom: she enjoyed eating sentient creatures. This was
discovered when, after an unsuccessful First-Contact mission, her
superiors found that she had eaten the alien ambassador. Apparently
nobody had known that cannibalism was an acceptable practice on her
homeworld, and so had never bothered to tell her not to do it.
In order to avoid a scandal, the IISS simply declared
her "psychologically unsuitable for service", and quietly discharged
her. After the Scout Service, D'Yan turned to a life of crime
and hedonistic self indulgence, often running foul of the law
with crimes including riot, grand larceny, murder, and attempted
genocide3, but usually managed to escape, (by a combination of
Psionics, excessive violence, and blind luck). By 1113, however,
she had managed to anger just about every law enforcement agency
and organised crime syndicate in the entire Domain of Deneb, so she
stole herself another Scout/Courier4 and headed
Rimward/Trailing, reaching the Solomani Rim shortly
before war broke out5. After this, her activities are unknown
for several years, although it is believed she headed Corewards,
just ahead of the Solomani advance. She went into cold-sleep
shortly after Virus struck, and was defrosted in 1197. D'Yan has
never been married, and has no children, although she does claim
to have been cloned several times. However, she cannot remember how
many times, or where it was done, and has no knowledge of the
current location of any of the clones.
Slug Weapon (Pistol)-4/11
Energy Weapon (Pistol)-3/10
Armed Martial Arts (Large Blade)-5/12
Unarmed Martial Arts-5/12
Language-(Pscian 10/20 Galanglic 3/13)
D'Yan is about average height for a Vargr, (1.5m),
with black hair, (now almost totally grey). She is quite attractive,
if you're fond of hair, teeth, and claws, and usually seems
to be smiling at some private joke. The attractive appearance,
however, is rather offset by her pathological hatred of bathing,
giving her a...err...unique aroma. D'Yan dresses rather
conservatively for a Vargr, preferring her old Scout Service tailored
vac suit with all insignia removed. If she expects to get into
combat, D'Yan wears a set of TL14 Combat Armour, (which she has
sprayed pink in the hopes that the enemy will think she's a human).
She uses the same helmet with both suits - this has been
modified with a holographic projector to give the impression that
there are goldfish swimming around inside7.
It is generally agreed that there is no such thing
as a "typical Vargr"; D'Yan is the exception to this rule. Everything
that has ever been said about Vargr is probably true of
D'yan: she likes loud music, and even louder colour-schemes; she
likes things that go fast, and things that go boom; she makes up
the rules as she goes along, and believes that laws are things
that only apply to other people. D'Yan's motto is: "if it feel s
good, do it...and keep doing it until you pass out and slide
under the table." As an example of how she puts this into
practice, whenever D'Yan arrives on a new planet, she throws a Party
capital 'P'. The Parties are never advertised, they just happen
spontaneously, usually beginning in a bar in a particularly seedy
area of Startown, and ending...well , almost anywhere. D'Yan doesn't
consider a Party to be a success unless a) it lasts more than 12
hours, b) the number of people involved is more than 500, c) the
local authorities have to call in the Marines to end it, d) it costs
more than MCr1, and e) she can actually remember less than half
of it. Despite her age, and the abuse she regularly subjects her
body to, she is still in good physical condition and is hyperactive
to the point that most people get exhausted just watching
her. D'Yan has one interesting idiosyncrasy: she gets very guilty
about hurting people. In at least one case, after blowing
someone's arm off she sent the unconscious body by taxi to the
nearest hospital, along with enough money to pay for a cybernetic
replacement. Not surprisingly, D'Yan's favourite food is raw
meat, (ideally still alive). She will usually be satisfied with
an extremely rare steak, but she does have a rather unnerving
habit of cutting out "ginger-bread men" from it, Telekinetically
animating them, and then enthusiastically chasing them around
Joker: D'Yan is, of course, certifiably insane.
Heart 4: She likes people, and is generally fairly
amiable and talkative.
Extremely variable. D'Yan makes most of her money by
either gambling or bank robbing, depending on how she feels and
how well-armed the local police are. However, she doesn't collect
money or material possessions just for the sake of it, but
merely as an aid to Having Fun. She will usually have
(Cr10 - MCr6 ) available, usually carried loose in a
large black holdall. There are certain items that D'Yan will
always have: A bowl of goldfish. An IISS-issue TL15 tailored
vac suit, slightly battered but still airtight. An suit of
Imperial Marine-issue TL14 Combat Armour, painted pink, extremely
battered and no longer airtight. A TL12 Gauss Pistol, with
several clips of assorted ammunition. An experimental TL16 Fuion
Pistol, with one or two clips. A rather tatty-looking
pink sheet of paper, (normally in a waterproof bag) -
this is her psychological discharge from the Scout Service, and
is her most valued possession. A blade weapon of some sort.
Humans? What flavour?
These aren't my pets, they're my lunch!
"Eek! Wet stuff!
Throw Range: 28
Unarmed Combat Damage: 3
Several, probably all dead
-  When she celebrates, everyone celebrates!
-  D'Yan is how she is normally known; her complete name is
extremely long and known only to herself, and she regularly adds new
syllables to it, (it tells the story of her life in her native tongue,
of course, nobody outside Pscias speaks it, so she generally only
uses it to annoy bureaucrats and officials who ask for her full name).
-  She encountered a minor race that tasted so disgusting she
decided to wipe them out.
-  D'Yan has a terrible memory, and can never
remember where she parked her ship. Her solution is to steal a
new one - preferably a Scout/Courier, since she usually travels
alone. However, just in case she ever remembers where she parked
one, she always sets up a bank account at every starport she
visits with a large enough balance to cover the docking fees for
-  She would like to believe there was a connection
between these two events.
-  D'Yan claims to be able to identify a species by taste.
-  She first tried using real goldfish inside a water-filled inner
layer inside the helmet, but they kept dying. Plus, she was
always afraid that the glass might break and get her wet.
-  She rarely does this in private - she prefers to save it for
expensive restaurants, or when she is with people she wants to
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