<a class="postlink" href="http://media.photobucket.com/user/gthicbellydancer/media/image_zpsc6e677ee.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i1346.photobucket.com/albums/p695/gthicbellydancer/image_zpsc6e677ee.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Rea Madison<br/>Age: 17<br/><br/>Personality:<br/>Calm, a bit of a loner. She analyzes a situation before acting. At times, she can overthink things. Those who she lets close to her know her as a friendly person, and a bit of a goof ball.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">----------------------------</div><br/><br/>The night was eerily silent, the clouds overhead obscuring the blank night sky. Earth was not the same, not after the governments made one stupid mistake. The Roman empire came to mind when one thought of the current events surrounding the world of 2263. The world was different now, and the changes were more evident on the planets of Mars and Earth than anywhere else. Crime syndicates used the Earth as their private battle field, their place of business, while the leaders were safe in their offices on Mars. The thought made seventeen year old Rea Madison laugh.<br/><br/>â€œIdiotsâ€¦â€ She muttered, her blue eyes piercing into what one could call darkness. Dimly lit neon signs illuminated the streets around her in dull greens and blues, her lightly pale skin reflected among the lights as she continued moving, her waste length black hair dancing around her as she moved swiftly, heavy boots hitting against the cracked and broken pavement of what the locals called the club district of the city that was Earth. All that could be found within a fifty mile radius were clubs of all sorts. But, the young woman was not there to party, no. It was quite the opposite, she was searching for the tram stop.<br/><br/>â€œDread needs to learn to stop getting his menus hacked and infected.â€ Her soft voice grumbled. But that was not what bothered her. It was a simple virus removal. Even though some male customers were not happy when the images on the menu returned to the norm, that didn't bother her. She had been paid for her simple repair service, plus a free drink on top of that. So far, that snowy, winters night had been a productive one, but something still tugged at her mind.<br/><br/>â€œFinally.â€ She muttered as she arrived at the tram stop, her arms drawing her black trench coat tighter around her slender frame, her body shuddering slightly from the chilling wind that blew that night. It was colder that usual, though most could care less. It was beyond their control. The weather was something one still had no control over, well, natural weather to be exact. She stood, her mind wandering as she messed with the black straps that hung from the tight flare black pants she wore, her top obscured by her coat. Her sharp eyes inspected the pair of goggles with pitch black lenses could be seen dangling from her neck, her other hand producing a small data pad from her pocket. She seemed to sigh a bit, her mind lost in distant thought.<br/><br/>As she stood against the sign for the tram stop, her height became evident. The young woman only stood at five feet tall, though she was happy with her height. She could take care of herself, and she never went anywhere unarmed, especially if she knew she would be out late. One of her hands brushed against the small taser at her hip, the young woman listening to the noises around her, the sirens and the gun shots. She bit her lower lip as she glanced around, her mind dancing with different thoughts from that day's work. By day she worked in computer repair, running her own little shop, by night, she hacked, and from that, she earned the name Cyber Witch.