S. Santiago Blue

Santiago Blue is attached to the Aquarian Delegation tasked with evaluating the performance of the BS Cerberus. Her specific assignment is to shadow, live with, and generally scrutinize the Deck department's work. Not a lot is known about her, though it's clear she's wealthy, probably under-qualified, and certainly over-dressed.

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Immediate Family

Father: Ramon Vega Blue (III), Aquaria: merchant & exporter of fine vessels (Blue Sun Shipping). Aboard the BS Cerberus: Cultural Attache to the Aquarian Quorum Delegation.
Mother: (deceased, 2041) Promise Blue, Aquarian Philanthropist & Poet.
Brother: (deceased, 2036) Lieutenant JG Ramon "Quatro" Vega Blue (IV). KIA during a training flight 5 years ago. Details unknown.

Physical Features

Platinum blonde hair is spiked and mussed in a 'didn't just wake up, but that's the look I'm going for' do. Santiago's build is athletic, body compact. Her hair is kept short, and she wears only touches of makeup, in neutral tones, with a light pink gloss to bring out the shape of full lips. Her nose is pierced with a small hoop, left nostril, and she wears very little other adornment save a ring on her left hand, and a few thin metal bracelets on her right wrist. Her skin is on the fairish side with hints of a light tan. Her eyes are green, long lashed, and her smile is just a little wicked when it's flashed. Though she's short, her footwear usually makes up for her 5 foot 5 inch frame.

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Known Associates

Santiago keeps notes on the people she meets, all contained within a little black notebook she carries.

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	The reservist with an attitude. He's abrupt, handsy, and dismissive. Sawyer mentioned he's Sagittaron, but she didn't go on to say he's a jerk. He has an Aquarian tattoo over an entire arm. Our artists value more than the almighty cubit. Says he spent time in Sakai. Knows Nankan Reef. I lost it for a second, and smacked him in the head while in the Head. (Frakkin' military terms for things.) If I didn't get it back before my hand met flesh, it was going to be a fist to his mouth. So help me Gods, if he talks about my family again…
	Jesse is probably the most polite crew member I've yet encountered. He shared tea in Observation while watching one of the jam sessions with flashy lights and pilots galore. I believe he's a medic. Most of the marine seems to have been shaken off by the officer pins.
	Crewman Sofia Wolfe is sweet, well mannered, if a little enthusiastic about electrical fires. In a chivalrous gesture, she lent me her jacket, and we shared tea with Jesse. I find myself just a little curious about an old injury she didn't seem to wish to discuss.
	Sawyer Averies is a reporter. Though this is a mark against her in the book of Blue, there's something about her that makes me think we'll be friends. I've already broken several of Ramon's rules in her presence. We'll see if any of those sound bites hit the airwaves.
	Chris is quite the welcome wagon. He and Angelus tag team charmed me in the Mess Hall, over a fruit cup and tea. They're a pair of the most friendly pilots I've met. There was some mention of a major crash in his history, and the way his former station-mate talked about him, he's got a rep for being some kind of hot shit badass, probably before his illness and injury took him off of the flight line. I didn't ask to see his scars. I get the impression he wouldn't mind showing.
	Angelus says he knows a guy. I say it's good to know a guy. He's willing to go out of his way to help folks, which isn't what I'm used to out of jocks (at least expressed toward non-jocks). It's a pretty tight family. I felt more at ease around him and his hero, Chris, than I have since I boarded this express ride to hell. You're right, that was hyperbolic, even for me.
	Alessandra is very straightforward in her response, and gives just as much information is as asked for — efficient with information.
	Very quiet. She's a gymnast, and that's really all I know, despite sharing a group dinner with her in the Mess.
	Maggie and I met in a state of undress in the Head down the corridor from the Enlisted Berthings. Stunning hair on that woman — it almost inspires me to go red. Seemed taken aback by a civvie in their potty space. I think we'll all be happier when the civvies are back on their respective colonies, and the military can get back to whatever it is they do when we're not around.
	Chief of the Deck. Chief. Joined because he loves frakkin' with mechanical items, big fan of Hephaestus. Seems to be one of those exceedingly cheerful and soul satisfied people who usually make the rest of us wonder what we're doing wrong. I don't find it annoying, which is pretty much a first. Maybe that's because he didn't get pissy over my footwear.
	Greje welcomes all to her Chapel to worship, provide counsel, and offer a kind word. She seems to take her position as a calling rather than an occupation. Her generosity extends even to those outside her habitual flock. I have now observed rites three times. She helped me escape the Anchorage. She is an asset to the vessel, and what there is left of us.
	SSGT King dragged me out of harms way at the Picon Anchorage. Then he and his men opened fire on the unarmed crowd, to prevent them rushing the BS Cerberus, effectively saving us all. Damning us all? I don't know what to do with that.
	Anton. Descriptive pilot. Frighteningly so. His description of the apparent cylon attack on Picon would probably give me chills if I hadn't seen a marine fire on an unarmed civilian, and then hear the full on, company sanctioned, massacre after I was pushed through the airlock…
	I've seen this marine about several times. We haven't properly met, though a conversation over dinner in the Chapel did spark a bit of a reaction from everyone else. He's one of the marines who opened fire on civvies, but did so under orders. It's a burden we'll all carry, but the man is probably shouldering more, and maybe he should.
	Daniel is a number cruncher with the Caprican QUODEL. He's got a bit of the mischief maker in him, and seems an equal opportunity flirt. I imagine he'd be a lot of fun over drinks, or under the table.
	There's one in every group. Caprica, as I call him, is someone my father would hate. His ego's rampantly huge, he says what he's thinking, and most of it revolves around winning a bet or getting girls naked. He says he's a medic. If I break a nail, maybe I'll see if he's any good with super glue.

Trivia

Santiago bunks down with the Deck crew in the Enlisted Berthings. She arrived with far too many suitcases, and most of her things have been stuffed into several storage bins in the belly of the ship. Her designated locker is stuffed to the gills. She's also known for wearing most impractical footwear.
The Blue name is quite well known on Aquaria. They are well respected merchants and exporters of fine vessels, and carry quite a bit of political clout on the water filled Colony. The Blue name is also known on Virgon, and, to a much lesser extent, Caprica (probably more to those who appreciate the finer things in life — like multi million cubit yachts.)
Heavily tattooed. Since the Picon incident, she's covered less of them. The most often visible:
- Left arm: Along the inside of her left arm, from elbow to wrist, black script is etched into her skin, the language is not Caprican Standard — it would take some study to read the ornamented letters, of which there are many.
- Right arm: From the curve of her right shoulder, down through her wrist, is an unfinished black and grey tattoo. The design is a traditional Aquarian style featuring oriental imagery heavy on serpentine dragons, atmospheric wave formations, knotted cherry trees, and delicate blossoms. Nestled within crashing grey waves inked on her inner right arm is a single nautical star, roughly the size of a cubit. 2036 appears just under it.
- Upper back: Across the upper left side of her back is the form of a winged woman in traditional robed dress, long wings curling out across a bank of swirling grey storm clouds. Tisiphone, a winged fury identifiable by the long snakes curling and twisting as her hair, stands vigil over an unfinished and stormy, but empty, field of battle. Portions of the horizon, and bone-like, dying plant life are rendered on her flesh, across her spine, terminating under her right shoulderblade. Alecto and Megaera are notably absent.
Often seen scribbling notes on a small handheld notebook.
Though Santiago was born in Tottori, in the Settsu Province of Aquaria, she and her family are currently based in Tama, the capital of Settsu, on the Sea of Kyodai. (See: Aquaria for more on the area.)
Blue Sun Shipping (home office), Ramon Blue's comany, is located in Tama.