Born on the outskirts of sleepy Raglan on the north island of New Zealand, Jaida's a rough and tumble tomboy with a penchant for like minds. Growing up without the mother who'd left her with her father and older brother, Jaida's youth was spent mucking in around the farm, racing her brother around on quad bikes and joining in with the games and activities when his friends came to visit. It wasn't until puberty hit that she started to notice she was really, very different from the kids her age.

Her father had no idea quite how to handle a teenager that identified as female who was suddenly warring with two active sexual drives coming into maturity. Jaida's emotional state was intensely volatile; bellicose and aggressive at times, withdrawn and tearful at others. A tiny group of close friends did their best to keep up with her as her teenage years passed and the lioness began to fill out with her adult bulk, making it ever more obvious she was a young woman across two roles.

Curiously, it was her grandfather who suggested she first decide who she wanted to be rather than accepting what others saw in her first. Jaida valued her time to think, and toward the end of her school years delved into the library to expand her knowledge of the world around her. Not out of some misguided attempt to 'find herself,' rather to see as much of the world as she could from her sleepy home and try to decide how best to fit in it. She came out of high school without those answers, but at least satisfied she had a better approach to the world.

The frenzied lifestyle of university gave her thousands of new perspectives, new ideas and insights. Jaida immediately switched her area of study from farming and economics to anthropology and history, ravenous for fresh views of the world. Though she's still a fairly quiet, insular individual, she does her best to make the time to meet new people and make friends. She can seem aloof, even standoffish, byproducts of a naturally suspicious and analytical mind left over from her days in high school.

Jaida's very well-meaning, even if she often manages to express things in a way that sounds arrogant or demeaning. She's used to speaking her mind very literally without much consideration for others, which doesn't always translate well and means the farmer's daughter occasionally ends up misunderstood. Some appreciate her candor, but the majority tend to see her as 'rough around the edges' rather than simply plain speaking.

Though she identifies as female, Jaida's still a total tomboy. Work boots and jeans are the order of the day over skirts and heels, with the added advantage that hiding an erection's a little easier in denim. Tank tops and plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled past her elbows make her look like a refugee from the grunge era, her blonde hair cut short and given a quick buzz up the sides in an undercut. Broad hips and large breasts offer some femininity on her tall, lean frame, her years at home on the farm telling in her wiry strength and corded musculature.

Fitting in as 'one of the guys' as she tends to, she spends a lot of time enjoying what're typically considered male - or at least, not girly - pursuits. The latest Dark Heresy supplement always has priority over new shoes when she's shopping in town, and if someone promises they've got a spare seat she'll be down at a LAN party to join in. Weekends alternate between gym time to keep in shape and helping her grandfather restore classic cars, since even if Jaida doesn't have a clue how they work she still thinks they're gorgeous.