<div align="center"><strong>Black Hearts Employee Dossier No</strong>: xxx-xx-7071 </div><strong>name:</strong>Tassa “Red” Kaye<br/><strong>age:</strong>24<br/><strong>gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>occupational specialty:</strong>Support Gunner, Crew-Served Weapons, Driver<br/><strong>any bionics or cybernetics?:</strong>Left arm, completely artificial from the shoulder down<br/><strong>how long have you been with Bleak Hearts?:</strong>Two years<br/><strong>marital or familial status:</strong>Anna, mother; Kevin, brother<br/><strong>specialized weaponry:</strong>Light Machine Gun, Assault Rifle, Grenade Launchers[/color]<br/><strong>prior occupation:</strong>Street Racer and gang member<br/><strong>mirror, mirror on the wall:</strong>Tassa (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/tumblr_l2r3y71g6h1qc1ijqo1_500.jpg) stands about 170 cm tall with a trim and athletic build, one that suggests a person who looks after themselves and keeps in shape. Her red hair is long and oft tangled, usually worn loose and left to fall down her back, and accents her dark blue eyes. Elaborate tattoos cover her legs, remaining arm and back; they used to cover her left arm as well when she still had it.<br/><strong>in my heart of hearts:</strong>“Red” is the sort of person for whom ending up in a mercenary outfit would not be out of the question, and certainly would not have been that much of a surprise. Loud, rebellious and outspoken and more the a little easily excitable, she seems to thrive on danger and excitement, not wanting to do anything by halves. Whether it’s getting herself covered in tattoos or developing a love of large automatic weapons, it seems that ‘subtle’ and ‘restrained’ are not words in her dictionary.<br/><br/>However, at the same time, she does have a degree of professionalism; when given a task, she will do her utmost to do it to the best of her ability. She will do her best by her teammates and will never abandon one if it’s members under fire.<br/><strong>my dark past:</strong>Tassa was born and raised in New York, the child of a working class family. Her father walked out on them one day, never to be seen again, leaving and angry child in his wake. Barely making it through high school, Tassa fell in with a street-racing group as soon as she was old enough to see over the wheel of a car. Enjoying the rush of speeding through city traffic, Tassa developed a reputation as a skilled driver with a love for speed.<br/><br/>It all came to an end with an inevitable accident; Tassa’s car was written off and she was badly injured, her left arm being crushed beyond recognition. More interestingly, an investigation found supplies of high-tech weaponry stashed in her car, weapons that she had no idea how they got there, while other members of her gang quietly vanished. Caught in a bind, Tassa was given an unusual offer of a job as a paid mercenary, in a deal that also involved giving her a new arm. Given that the alternative was to rot in prison as a cripple, she threw herself at the chance.