<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/998616803125252178/998754091515781161/unknown.png?width=469&amp;height=625)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zephyr Torres</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>&lt;Origin Path&gt;</strong>: Latch Key Kid, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>&lt;Role Path&gt;</strong>: Hacker, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>&lt;Pantheon Path&gt;</strong>: Hermes Love Child, +2 dice unused<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised &lt;Add extra Bruised levels as necessary.&gt;<br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 103<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><br/>Much like the wind she was named for, Zephyr simply seemed to be there. Nobody could quite place when she came into the room. One moment a chair was empty and the next a worn bookbag was perched to the side. Markings showed aged colors from various spray paint cans over the surface, likely from brushing against freshly tagged walls or wayward aim of the substance. A few patches were ironed onto the material speaking of various gangs and groups that her people walked among. Worn converse shoes pushed against the floor without a word of protest, long legs extending forward while she reclined in her seat. Zephyr seemed confident of her place in the universe, eyes shifting back and forth from beneath the shadow of a baseball cap drawn low.<br/><br/>One hand was stretched over the back of her chair. That hand occupied with a cellphone that seemed familiar but at the same time different. Something not quite right about the color or the style, but the shape and function seemed simple enough. Her other hand tapped at a small tablet in front of her. Zephyr performed both functions as naturally as any person breathed. Information scrolled past on the tablet while she idly slide her thumb over the surface of the phone. Each woman received the same gaze from beneath the brim of her feat, a simple smile neither encouraging or reprimanding on her face.<br/><br/>When the time came for her to speak she only shrugged and straightened up in her seat.<br/><br/>“Zephyr Torres, happy to be here.”<br/><br/>Then she moved back into her previous position. Hands once more at her tablet and phone.<br/>