<strong>Name:</strong>Veronica Anne Arky<br/><strong>Codename:</strong>Anarchy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mount Justice<br/><hr/><br/>The young woman stepped forward towards the entrance to the complex in metal-toe leather boots. The sole was a dark grey with ridges along the sole and three brown straps across the middle of the foot and two going up the leg extensions where her denim jeans were tucked. A noticeable jumbling at the point of the tucked jeans sporting ripped sections, exposing some of her skin in some areas barely. On her right leg a leather black holster was strapped to her leg containing an impressive ebony black pistol. Along the holster were the words<em>"Le Esperance"</em>engraved. Her torso was seen sporting a black wife-beater with a line lining along the edges. Her entire torso was covered in tattoos following a tribal-like rose garden with skulls and bones littering the body canvas. Her right shoulder had an anarchy symbol appearing branded with a chain cufflink that traveled along her collarbone and around her neck to lead to the other cufflink attached to an upside down anarchy symbol presented as if graffiti. Her hair was even more on the alternative side, appearing shaved on each side to a bare minimum amount of hair left with a flimsy mohawk that lays on its side.<br/><br/>There was a smoke rising past in front of her pale golden eyes from the light clove in the corner of her lips, nudged between the flaps of skin firmly, her footsteps making slight muted sounds, stopping in front of the complex's doors.<strong>"Anarchy, B Zero Eight."</strong>The words didn't exactly alarm her, but it did send her mind racing. Here she was joining her first ever team, and to make matters worse, away from the woman who trained her. But that's why she was here now. To prove herself fully capable. The door slide open in front of her as she held the duffle bag she carried over her shoulder and a hand rose to grip the clove between her index and middle finger on her left hand, flicking it towards the ground as her foot came down to grind it to extinguish the cancer stick. Her nostrils exhaled the toxic fumes and her eyes scanned around with a slight scowl, evident with her lightly furrowed brows.