Ingrid

You don't know Ingrid, but you know her father, Vandyke Rass.

Van is an eccentric Dutch tech-god of Silicon Valley. Entrepreneur, crypto-baron, and enigmatic, lady-slaying cult of personality, his fingers are in pies as disparate as connectome emulation, quantum entanglement communications, and app-based factory-to-doorstep goods delivery.

He's as polarizing as he is compelling, and love him or hate him, he pops up on your feed daily.

He has several children who share his name.

Ingrid was his first.

Ingrid's face is angular. She has a stone-cut jaw, an aquiline nose, and zygomatic arches that, abstracted, could be called striking, but with a lack of otherwise softening contrast, frame her face gauntly.

Her cerulean eyes rarely blink, and her full eyebrows, immaculately shaped, lend to their intensity. She has a short, sharp haircut, with choppy blonde bangs and temples shorn to stubble.

Her voice is on the lower end of the register, dark and carefully moderated. It lends to dip, rather than ascend, and her accent is both rarefied and indistinct, speaking more to class than geography. European? Decidedly not local.

She's 5'9" and willowy, with a sleek figure typically draped in dark grays and blacks irrespective of LA's desert heat.

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