Name: Danica Faireborn<br/>Answers to: Hey you, Hey, Girl, Danni<br/>Actual Age: 20<br/>Apparent Age: Late teens<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sexuality: Lesbian (given a choice but sometimes she's not)<br/>Appearance:  She's about 5'4, a little but taller thanks to her plaftformed and heeled boots but that's nothing to out of the ordinary. Beginning at the top, this girl has tri colored hair.  Framing her face is white, then red, and at the back what could be her natural color, a reddish brown, all kept in a neck length.  Her face holds the symmetry that most find attractive, darkly lined jade-green eyes, red-painted full lips and a cute nose rounding out her features.<br/><br/>Around her neck, a collar, 5 sets of rings set equally apart from each other rests and on down to the heavy looking olive jacket, left open to show off the cut and tattered spaghetti strapped top, slightly tight over her breasts and giving quite the view to any interested in seeing her pale yet toned abdomen.  Her arms covered, with the loose and heavy looking jacket, fishnet gloves cover her hands as do cheap looking bracelets and spiked cuffs on her wrists.<br/><br/>Around her waist is what some would call a strip of cloth, but she calls a pleated skirt, done in a throwback cammo pattern, clinging to her like a jealous lover might.  Her legs, my god those legs, clad in black fishnet coming from under that skirt, all the way down, down to the heeled and slightly raised platformed boots.<br/>Nationality: American, Caucasian.<br/>Languages spoken: English<br/>Modifications:<br/>Gene therapy to slow aging and boost her immune system.<br/><br/>Cranial implant, standard HUD/AR display. Comm suite, security enhanced.<br/><br/>Eyes:  Both replaced.   Able to change eye color.  Cranial implant integration with HUD/AR software.<br/>Left: HUD/AR, Anti-dazzle, Caller ID, low-lite, Thermograph, Infared.<br/>Right: Anti-dazzle, Low-lite, Micro-optics (up too 10000x), Ultraviolet, Tele-optic (20x)<br/>Arm: Decent, fullarm replacement (Shoulder down)<br/>Right: Forearm contains a Security system scanner, alerting user to the EM fields of a security system, a mini comp with jacks to allow the connection to electronic security systems, cardlock systems, pass code systems.  (Both linked and run through a neural interface)<br/>Hand:Index/Middle fingers have a pair of scissor built in, extend from fingertips, ring finger has a basic lockpic for keyed doors, pinky holds a regular flashlight.<br/>Specific skills and abilities:<br/>Stealth<br/>Lockpicking<br/>Security systems<br/>Mag/Card lock systems<br/>Electronic Locks<br/>Brawling<br/>Handguns (novice)<br/>Character traits: She doesn't talk of her past.  Rather quiet and more of a listener and follower.  Hardened by a life on the streets and in the corporate structure.  She's young, but she's also been through a lot.  Murders, fights, violence.  It's all a part of her world and unable to get away from it.<br/>Bio: To say life was a walk in the park for Danica would be a huge understatement.  Being near a metropolis of sorts, gang and criminal activity was rampant.  Her parent's being a part of that activity, made things worse, or better.  It really sucked though.  Truly.  It sucked even more during a gang war that wiped her 'family' out and displaced her whole life.  In her tweens, on the streets, barely able to survive, but she did, going from group to group, scrounging for what she could, and fighting when needed to sleep, eat, and mostly to survive.<br/><br/>This was her life for most of it until Amanda Jacobson's car brokedown.  The Corporate Exec's car stopped dead in the wrong part of town.  All Danica wanted was the gold and silver plated hood ornament, someone else wanted to blow up the front half of the car.  Armored though it was, Danica was not.  Her arm, and eyes the major sufferers.  When the extraction team made it to get their assignment, she became a second part of it, and was evacuated as well.  Being young and pretty didn't hurt things, and she recovered, her arm replaced, eyes too.<br/><br/>She was given her name, and instead of the streets, she was trained.  An old woman's gift to the child.  Security.  Or rather, how it worked, from the basic and mundane to the more advanced.  She didn't excel at first, but given the training regimen, she began to improve.  The cold corporate structure of her education was not nice so to speak.  She learned her job, and her rewards were upgrades, her punishments were painful.  She worked, unpaid, save for the room and board for sometime, she doesn't know, but when sent out to aid a corporate extraction (person on interest), things did not go as planned.  It was one of those times when running was the option, and it was back to the streets, and now with something to trade other than flesh.  She had equipment, she had skills, and there were those that would need and want those skills.<br/><br/>With skills, she was valuable.  Boosting cars and opening up the things that were locked, small to medium jobs, but nothing big.  No truly big scores.  She worked with anyone, for a price.  Mostly currency, trade if she could.  She learned gunplay through it, though not skilled enough to be a marketable skill or hers.  So she goes, job to job, surviving as one does, moving up the ladder from the streets to somewhere more comfortable, using what she has to keep her implants upgraded and up to spec.<br/>Picture(s):<br/>(http://i55.tinypic.com/2gvom0x.jpg)