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</div><br/>Name: Evelyn Cipher - However, everyone calls her Cipher.<br/><br/>Age: 29<br/><br/>Powers: Uses a highly unstable, experimental and illegal drug to increase her neuromuscular abilities (strength, agility and endurance) Rerquires an injection every 12 hours to maintain her abilities.<br/><br/>________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fcrisisforums.org%2Fuploads%2Feditor%2F5y%2Fk63at1ww2hog.jpg&amp;hash=6bdecee7cd1111efed7058bfa4e2218b" title="k63at1ww2hog.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>Primis City saw rain on most days, especially with the growing super towers that were it's downtown core and excessive pollution creating acid rain clouds that socked the city in a gloomy haze. Despite the constant shadowy atmosphere, the city itself was illuminated 24 hours a day with bright neon signs, floating billboards and advertisements. The streets were continuously packed with honking cars and the streets were always bustling with a massive variety of people. There wasn't a moment that the city was calm, even in the heaviest of rains, people always had somewhere to go.<br/><br/>The chaotic scene was perfect for her operations, and it also meant that there was an endless supply of clients and buyers. The buyers bought her over inflated drugs, and their credits contributed towards her wealth. Her wealth allowed her to fiance the largest pharmaceutical research lab in the country where it spent 75% of it's resources working on a more permanent form of her current injections. Every little detail from the ground up was more than important to keep her where she was and any little flaw that pried away at the perfectly oiled machine was dealt with relatively quickly.<br/><br/>Stepping in from the rain, she flicked her hood back, water cascading in drops all over the floor behind her.  Most people wouldn't give her a second glance, she was rather unassuming looking as an individual aside from the designer name brand clothing she wore, which was very clearly worth more a piece than most people in the city made in a week or even longer. She liked it that way though, it was always more fun when people were completely caught off guard by her, the astonishment on their faces always amusing to her. Stripping her jacket off her shoulders, she was approached very quickly by a man, eager to take it off her hands as she just nodded silently to him.<br/><br/>The bustling nightclub was one of her many real estate purchases, and it made it much easier to distribute the product through her own establishments. Her blonde hair trailed down her back in a long pony tail, and over the silky black material of her Gucci button up  blouse. Her attire  was finished with a grey pencil skirt and a pair of red bottom Lou Boutin black patent stilettos. Her grey eyes were painted with a smoky shadow and her lips a dark burgundy color that evening. No one said someone in her line of work had to look thuggish and she made a point of that.<br/><br/>Cipher made her way down a set of long stairs into the neon lit space, mainly blue light dimly lighting the club in a rather eerie way with strobes waking up the sea of people packed into the dance floor and one some sort of drug that she sold to them or just highly wasted. By passing the large mass of people she went to the back of the large space before  climbing a set of  stairs into her office which looked over the entirety of the space with a massive wall of windows and nothing but windows. However, once the door was shut behind her, you could only hear the dull thumping of the bass, the rest of the chaos blocked out by the walls.<br/><br/>She called out to her communicator to place a call and it immediately connected to a man named Jaxon, his voice filling her room through the surround sound speakers. "Yes boss?" he asked immediately as she wandered over to the wall of windows to watch the scene below her. "Jaxon, we've lost six of our dealers in the last week...I'm hoping for your sake that you have an answer for me as to whom is responsible for this....."<br/><br/>She waited for an answer, although not actually hopeful that he would have the appropriate answer for her.