<strong>Syn</strong><div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/137/b/0/Mishalla_by_yumedust.jpg)</div><br/>Syn let the newfeeds from her commlink fill her vision as the car drove her to the Needle. This was going to be a mess, a high profile Horizon event while they did their meet. Clearly Mr/Miss Johnson had some points to drive home with this, giving the crew being formed a taste of the 'high life' even as the job was being offered. She pulled up an AR window from the limo's camera feeds to check herself over. Not a hair out of place. Not she expected it to be. She was a skinwalker, that rarest of adepts who could literally remake themselves over and over again. Voice, eyes, skin, pigmentation and even body language could change so well that biometric systems wouldn't recognize her from one form to the other.<br/><br/>Tonight she was tall, svelte with a bit of bustiness that normally required a body sculpture, with pale skin that drew the eye, deep indigo eyes wide and enchanting, and tapering ears that peaked out from her coifed hair. A starlet on the make, with all the tweaks and touchs that made her look engineered and scripted like so many modern starlets. The perfect cover for a media event. Add in a unique mix of AR jewelry that was catering to the Tir 'magic accent' look, a dress that mixed retro and modern. Enough to merit a second look but not anyone that would draw notice. She had a ceramic blade in her clutch, but that mostly as an accent to the 'fantasy character' mode of her outfit. She stepped out of the limo as it rolled to a stop and walked towards the checkpoint, sure in the knowledge that her 'ticket' would open the gates and let her walk down the crimson path waiting beyond the security point.