Okay! If I could get you to look through this Dr Zombie...and I apologize for the length. I'm still gonna go through it and look for cuts...but it has sufficient information in it I think to give some ideas as to how to start going about mechanical character generation.
Here's the super-condensed version:
Mom was super-overachiever, ultracareer woman. Raised brother and sister to exacting standards and made life particularly hard on daughter to make sure she was prepared for how the 'real world' would be. Daughter joins navy both as convenient way out of home and as a chance to show mom up (ie - that you could be successful woman and not sell your soul, etc).
Thoughts? Ideas?
[sblock=Background]
Ishara is a 'green' world, on the fringes of explored space. As the worlds of Humaniti go, the colony there is breathtakingly new...about a hundred years since the first Human settlers broke their landers down to create what would eventually become the capital city of Tslande. A hot world, orbiting a vibrant young sun, the Human civilization is clustered around the poles, where it's temperate enough for human crops and animals to grow. This is facillitated by the distribution of water over Ishara's surface as well; the 'megarivers' that save the world from deserthood.
Technologically, Ishara is backwards, as fledgeling colonies often are. The unusual abundance of native life has had an impact though, making Ishara a popular destination for those on safari or looking for exotic hunts. This, and the rich, fertile soil of the planet, have made offworld trade easier. Most of the Humans on Ishara are agriculturalists, be it farmers or 'ranchers' raising animal stock. There is a strong work ethic among the population, combined with a certain stubbornness and resourcefulness that makes admitting defeat a cultural taboo. A person's worth is measured by how hard they work and by how many benefit as a result. This attitude extends to the planet's current ruler, Governness Jenoa Perrin.
Jenoa stands out in more than one way from the usual pack of Emperor-appointed planatary governors. The most notable is that she is both female, and nobility...as a result of a confluence of extraordinary luck and daring, a solid head on her shoulders, and a pair of Imperial edicts from the Emperor himself. Jenoa was a naval NCO during the war against the Solomani. When a bridge hit killed the senior commanding officers of her ship, she took command in all but official fact, and led the remaining crew not only to survival, but to acquit themselves well in the battle.
The officers who should have had command, fresh from OTC, panicked. His father however was a prominant member of the Imperial Court, and Jenoa, displaying a canny political mind, publicly gave the credit to him, claiming that he had taken command and done brilliantly. She met with them a few times in more private circumstances...and a few days later, the announcement was made that Jenoa was being promoted to officer status in recognition of the invaluable assistance she provided during the crisis. A very unusual move (women get decorated, men get promoted), but Jenoa handled the attention, both good and bad, as the situation demanded. Politely, when she could. She preferred to deflect criticism with deeds rather than words, and immediately set about using her new position to do just that. Though promotions were slow, her conduct and capabilities were all but flawless. Never once, publicly, did she ever complain about her lot, as officers working far less, to far inferior effect, passed her by. Finally her strategy of not making waves and proving through personal excellence paid off...when the Emperor granted new fiefs and titles, she was among them. And despite the still prevalent negativity...not one in the court could provide substantiative reason against it. Jenoa had been twice the officer of any man, and it was just enough to get her what any man was entitled to.
The transition from wartime officer to administrator was one Jenoa tackled with customary zeal. She spent weeks touring, learning about the existing population and what customs and laws they had. From there she turned to history to find precedents to guide her. This active approach won dividends among the people of Ishara, who had little contact with the Imperium previously, and imagined having a noble governor would be a useless prat they'd have to work all the harder to carry upon their backs. Jenoa demonstrated early on that she would carry her own weight. Her court was austure, even spartan by the standards of most planetary rulers. And while some work had to be delegated, she kept most of the important tasks for herself, which further impressed them. Jenoa quickly became popular as exemplifying the qualities that the citizens of Ishara prized in themselves. Hard working, stern but fair, capable, and stubbornly self-reliant. The fact that she was a woman quickly became a point of pride, with the true believers coming to call her 'queen,' despite a much more modest official title.
In her private life, there was another set of terms used to describe her. Obsessive, emotionally unavailable, perfectionist, and rigidly inflexible. The demanding schedule that so endeared her to the grubby farmers of Ishara left little time for raising children, and Jenoa was ill-suited to the task at any rate. Though she loved her son and daughter for their potential, she had little patience for the...messiness of children, and viewed that entire phase of life with some distaste. She had no husband, no spouse...she felt that taking one would only emphasize her essential femalehood; a thing she had spent most of her life struggling to overcome. The children had come from artificial insemination; the donor was never known by name, only by a list of impressive genetic traits and a number.
Jenoa gave birth to fraternal twins, one of each gender. Most fortunately, in Jenoa's view, the boy had been born first, albeit only minutes ahead. From the start, Jenoa's treatment of the two was unequal. Although by the standards of Imperial noble children both of their rearings were stern and demanding, Lyceus by any measure had an easier time of it than his sister, Alexandretta...a name long and unpalatable enough that everyone in the Isharan court was calling her just Alex only weeks after she was born. As hard as the standards set before Lyceus were, Alex found herself having to work harder to get the same rewards. Her punishments were harsher for the same offences, and even complaining about the state of things was grounds for punishment.
As Alex grew older, she jumped at any chance to get away from home. Extracurricular school trips. Tours. Friends' vacations. She especially enjoyed opportunities to leave the planet itself, and go into space. When Alex reached her majority under Imperial law at age 18, she confronted Jenoa and gave voice to years of frustration and confusion and angst. Jenoa's response was as cold and as pragmatic as she was known for. She had intentionally been unfair to Alex because the Imperium was unfair. She had seen to it that those eighteen years would prepare Alex for what she would face for the rest of her life.
Even realizing that what Jenoa said was true, the damage was done. Alex couldn't so easily forgive, nor forget, and so she left the governor's estate, and did not return.
Maybe it was perversity that made her apply to the Naval OTC. Maybe it was a stubborn desire to show her mother that she wasn't the only one who could make it happen. And that you could go through all that, and come out with your humanity intact. Alex wasn't determined to equal Jenoa's achievements. She was determined to exceed them.[/sblock]