Domina Reincarnata, Pandora Eve's-Daughter, First Woman Born
Aspect 2 (Legendary), 5 AMPs
Domain 5 (Regal), 6 DMPs
Realm 0 (Citizen), 5 RMPs
Spirit 0 (Candleflame) 5 SMPs
Limit: Focus (Scarab of Hope, the charm placed by the Light at the bottom of the Box of Ills; contains Instant Rebirth, +1 DMP)
Restriction: Cursed by the Box of Ills, which follows her across every life
Restriction: Compromised by her poorly concealed relationship with her husband
Affiliation: Code of the Light
- Marcus Oroboa, her husband and Anchor 
- Humanity 
- the organizations responding to the African crisis, collectively 
- the Scarab of Hope, her Focus 
- her own gravesites 
- her recent offspring 
"Put that gun down, dear. The most you could hope to do with it is kill me. We need to talk." -Pandora, Power of Rebirth
Pandora is an ancient soul indeed- the First Woman Born, the first girl child of Adam and Eve. In that first form, miraculous and untainted by the touch of the beasts, she was beautiful and radiant; she was treated as a queen by the other things of the Earth, and given many gifts by the inhuman things which came to pay tribute. Though some among the very learned remember this today, most know her for her role as an unwitting dupe in one of the very first Dark plots against humanity. For among the gifts she was given, the most beatiful was a deadly trap.
The Box of Ills was a golden coffer, intricately engraved and bejewelled- and filled with a terrible curse. So that the Dark's requirement that Humanity destroy itself could be met, it was bestowed upon Pandora with an injunction that she must never open it. Yet, of course, the Dark agent knew no mortal could resist her curiosity toward such an object… and eventually, her resolve failed and she did so. It is well know what happened next- the curse emerged in the form of a million insects and worked their ills upon humanity.
The young race of Man was devastated by the curses unleashed upon it, and the plot might have succeeded altogether- had it not been foreseen by the Light. Yet it was, and one of their greatest and cleverest agents had slipped a charm of his own into the Box of Ills, a golden scarab. It crawled out of the coffer last of all, and through its power shielded humanity from the worst of the curse… but Pandora he could not save. What she had unleashed, she could not be protected from, and the First Woman Born was the first to die.
Pandora has been reborn many, many times since, living a thousand mortal lives… And each has been short and dangerous, for the curse she unwittingly released has remained bound to her soul down all these years. Save a few, none of her incarnations made much impact; even those few have been lost or deliberately obscured in the annals of history by her enemies.
In her last mortal life she was Ruth Oroboa, daughter of one freedman and son of another in antebellum America. The Oroboas may have been free, unlike many of their own relatives, but they lived in oppressive poverty. That life ended when the Phoenix, searching for a suitable Power of Rebirth, decided to go for the brass ring and pluck the second eldest human participant (Abel's fate is… another tale) from the cycle to stand over it.
Pandora has served since- quietly, for the most part. She Anchored her husband and has kept him at her side; she works in the world to make it a better place; she works toward her Imperator's ultimate goal. Soon, though, will come the day on which that battle is won or lost…
Pandora is a quiet, intense person. Most people find her charming, but also a bit cool. Her love for all of humanity is obvious and strong- after all, seven thousand years of intermarriage later, essentially all of them are her children. Her love for her husband is fiery and intense. Yet, even for all of that she clearly has a different set of priorities that mortals often don't like. Life doesn't matter so very much to her; she sees people as entire strings of lives stretching down the ages, and death as a mere transition between them. Even her greatest acts of charity aren't necessarily appreciated.
She's also surprisingly modern. Although her soul is ancient- and her mind and spirit are a mix of the ancient Pandora and the antebellum Ruth Oroboa- constant rebirth keeps her fresh and young; she changes and grows with the times. Thus, while she can explain the proper way to stoke a Babylonian brick oven, she can just as comfortably log onto a computer and check her email.