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==Backstory/Bio==
 
==Backstory/Bio==
Gifted child from a wealthy Persephone family, daughter of a minor noble and a doctor, destined to follow in her father's footsteps. Received an invitation to a very exclusive, very advanced Academy. The place was demanding, alright; not just mentally but emotionally and physically as well. It was like they were trying to break the students, or maybe to find the ones that didn't break. Whatever they were looking for, India wasn't it.<br>
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Gifted child from a wealthy Persephone family, daughter of a minor noble and a doctor, destined to follow in her father's footsteps. Received an invitation to a very exclusive, very advanced Academy. The place was demanding, alright; not just mentally but emotionally and physically as well. It was like they were trying to break the students, or maybe to find the ones that didn't break. Whatever they were looking for, India wasn't it.<br><br>
  
But there was something wrong with the place, and whispers of something worse. The security was higher than you'd expect from a school, students weren't permitted to leave school grounds, and India began to suspect that her communications to and from home were being edited. She'd grown close to another student, a polymath prodigy called Cassandra, who suddenly vanished from classes for several weeks. One night she was woken up by Cassandra, barely coherent and seemingly fresh out of brain surgery, raving about what had been done to her and what the doctors were really up to. India didn't understand all of it, but she took in enough to know they had to get out, now.<br>
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But there was something wrong with the place, and whispers of something worse. The security was higher than you'd expect from a school, students weren't permitted to leave school grounds, and India began to suspect that her communications to and from home were being edited. She'd grown close to another student, a polymath prodigy called Cassandra, who suddenly vanished from classes for several weeks. One night she was woken up by Cassandra, barely coherent and seemingly fresh out of brain surgery, raving about what had been done to her and what the doctors were really up to. India didn't understand all of it, but she took in enough to know they had to get out, now.<br><br>
  
They didn't make it.<br>
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They didn't make it.<br><br>
  
But dealing with the escape attempt was an issue for those behind the Academy. Cassandra and India knew too much to be let go, but were too high-profile to just vanish. The next thing India knew, she was being pulled out of the wreckage of a stolen groundcar, drugged out of her senses. Cassandra was killed in the crash; India barely survived but was disgraced and disowned, and of course nobody believed her paranoid rantings and foggy recollections.<br>
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But dealing with the escape attempt was an issue for those behind the Academy. Cassandra and India knew too much to be let go, but were too high-profile to just vanish. The next thing India knew, she was being pulled out of the wreckage of a stolen groundcar, drugged out of her senses. Cassandra was killed in the crash; India barely survived but was disgraced and disowned, and of course nobody believed her paranoid rantings and foggy recollections.<br><br>
  
She wound up making a living as a back-alley doctor in the slums of Persephone; there are always folks desperate enough to need a medic. Even an unlicensed one, with one arm and one good eye. But there's nothing left for her here, and when offered the chance to leave she leapt at it.<br>
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She wound up making a living as a back-alley doctor in the slums of Persephone; there are always folks desperate enough to need a medic. Even an unlicensed one, with one arm and one good eye. But there's nothing left for her here, and when offered the chance to leave she leapt at it.<br><br>
  
  

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