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AGE: Ada was 24 when she first came onboard the Praiseworthy. She is not sure how to do the math to determine how old she has gotten since then.
HEIGHT: 5'6"
APPEARANCE: Ada has long, dark hair and dark eyes. In Salem, she was a very business-casual girl, but now that she no longer has a 9-5 she's taken to dressing a little more artistically. Usually this means the long, patterned skirts she used to associate with hippies, of whom she has a rather low opinion. Anything more experimental than that will be mentioned in the narration.

Ada does not smoke. She does drink. She likes vodka.

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Ada's father was a gravedigger; her mother sold flowers, albeit only a few kinds. She had one older brother, Leandro, who teased her mercilessly even after he had joined the Navy. He contrived to do this via a series of postcards, all of which she has in her room on the Praiseworthy. They played tackle football together as children. She wears his letter jacket on bad days and thinks of the time he punched her errant boyfriend in the face, wishing that all problems were so easily solveable, and that Leandro were around to solve them.
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Ada is from September 20, 1985. She was born and raised in Colma, California. She has a degree in Rhetoric & Media Studies from Willamette University, Oregon, with a minor in Studio Art. After graduation, she went to work as a low-on-the-food-chain editor at an independent newspaper. She is much more likely to talk art than politics at any given moment. However, it is worth remembering which of these she at one time -- very explicitly -- subordinated to the other.

In September, 1985 Ada was in France for the first time in her life. There, in a museum, she became intrigued by an ancien régime sedan chair. She climbed into it and shut the door behind her. Once inside, she found that (a) she could no longer hear the alarms and (b) she was not in a sedan chair at all. As far as Ada was concerned, this was all for the better.

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