<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/81/Custodiermug.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beatriks<br/><strong>Nationality|Faction:</strong>Tunguska|Nomad<br/><strong> Age: </strong>22<br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>CAC Store Front - VaudeVille, Bakunnin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sweaty Sikh, Ukikoh<br/><hr/><hr/>Between the virgin white habit and flashes of its vivid orange lining, Beatriks was practically invisible. Her eager body language was perhaps the second thing an observer noticed after the eye-catching swish of satiny persimmon, or third after the compact, elegant pistols strapped to either thigh which pushed free from the curtain at the peak of her stride. Behind a full face ballistic mask she was anonymous, but her movement was too innocently, accidentally imitating the titillation of B.E.L.O.W., a rookie player in a deadly game of sex and violence and espionage. The hologram attracted her eye. She was a neon code kid, one of the upstart generation of hackers. Post-Intermission.<br/><br/>"Easy as Jingbai." Her voice was disguised, too- it came through the mask a well-read PanOceanic accent, conveying what she felt was class and sophistication, and saying more about her as a person than her god-given voice ever could. "We know Bakunin inside and out. We do this for a living." It was good that Kiko brought the good sense for a barrage of questions. Bea might agree to most anything if it ushered her off on an adrenaline-fueled adventure. A well guarded objective, a maze of deadly obstacles, a puzzle to overcome. The first piece came to her scanning the blueprint and endeavoring to understand its function as few of her peers could aspire. A mind like this worked in six dimensions. She had her legs crossed standing and a bow in her spine as she leaned in.<br/><br/>The client, she dimly processed, was needlessly nervous.