Physical Description

Height: 5’ 9
Weight: 120
Hair: Red/auburn
Eyes: Brown

Distinguishing Features: None

Personality:A bit on the bookish side. Not very good with people but knows her work and her capabilities. She has a tendency to back down to her parents but is learning to stand up for herself with others. Enjoys reading, doing research, seeking out answers to questions.

Personal Quirks:When she gets up has her coffee and cigarettes while working on puzzles, such as crosswords, anagrams, cryptograms etc. She prefers to be a night owl and not up early in the morning.

History:Ianna grew up in a military household. Her father General Ian Taylor worked in the pentagon from the time she was five so she didn’t have the moving about that many military brats get.

Ianna was named after her father; he had wanted a son and never really let her forget that. Her mother, Donna, was a housewife who did the PTA, Church groups, the hospitals, etc; so Ianna was often left on her own growing up. She was under constant pressure to get good grades, to exceed expectations in all areas of school. She was signed up at an early age to take piano and dance. Later it was art and martial arts added to them.

Failure or quitting was not an option for her. When she graduated high school her father wanted her to go college to become a doctor and to join the military afterwards as a captain however she went to become an archeologist. She refused to go into the military but she never heard the end of it. Her mother played the martyr and her father kept making her feel like she was a failure. She had a good friend in college named Randy. He gave her the nickname Indiana after the Indiana Jones movies.

When she graduated from college she went on to work in conjunction with the local college even though her father had pulled strings to get her an interview with the director of the Smithsonian. She wanted to do things on her own but it was hard to ignore the comments and the guilt trips her parents did to her when she went over for Sunday dinners. It was getting to the point where she was about to cave in and go to the Smithsonian although she knew there she wouldn’t be able to do the work she was doing at the small local college.

She’d be a lowly peon there no matter what her father said. She went for the usual Sunday dinner and this time instead he started in on the Colony on Mars. He knew they needed archaeologists and he wanted her to go. He knew she was physically fit for it and could pass the physical. By this time Ianna thought perhaps this was best. It would be new and exciting and more importantly, it would get her away from them. So she agreed and decided to go for it.