Lindar

DOB: January 13, 1986 Hair: Ruddy Brown - Currently dyed in patches of pink and blue. Eyes: Hazel Skin Tone: Ghostly Nationality: English Height: 190cm Weight: 59kg Sex: Female

Almond eyes, full lips, snowy-white cheeks tinted with the faintest pink, small frame, large hips, long and spindley limbs. The first thing one may notice upon meeting Lindar is that she's a little... unpredictable. Often crazy, frequently annoying, and very excitable, Lindar seems to cause the most trouble in the Cue. The second thing one may notice is that she's a giant of a woman, and forgets it quite often, leaping on to surfaces, colliding with cabinets, and slamming toes into low objects on a regular basis, despite her otherwise graceful manner of movement. While she spends far too much time on the computer, she is making an effort to relearn as much as possible and to get in shape to further sharpen her mind. She's very enthusiastic about learning, teaching, and problem solving, often to the point of being a skeptic, or severely overanalytical about things, and found frequently rambling on about computers whether or not anybody is listening. Perhaps the final thing one may notice is how very English she is. From taste in food to the thick Mancunian accent and complete lack of colour in her face, she is extremely English. Often times has trouble with American accents that aren't Californian, and more often than not everybody else seems to have trouble understanding her, and especially with how her name is pronounced.

Brief Background
Lindar is one of the more brilliant minds in the field of computer science and technology. Born of farmers in Devon, raised in Manchester, and thrown into teenage years in California, she has fared quite well, winning several awards and completing a BA programme by the age of eighteen. Unfortunately her success and knowledge in the realm of computers caught the eye of the Technocracy, which has caused trouble ever since. Through her travels she has befriended local daring rogue Jack who is a near constant companion and dear friend, and the cause of her return to the material world once more.

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A clockwork nightmare. Always manifests as some kind of clockwork mechanism, grand in size and infinite in complexity. It is the grandfather of technology, like God to an ordinary man. Often she dreams of the Clocktower, the God Machine, the ancient wonder that represents all order and timeliness, the ageless giant that ticks away uncaringly through the passage of time. While all machines grow old and pass with time to give way to newer, better machines, the Clocktower remains ever-standing.