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Description

A young woman in a long, thick pleather trenchcoat sits at a ridiculously old laptop, typing away at the ancient keyboard with expert fingers. She navigates the browser to a webpage titled: "Personality Profile Quiz." Smirking softly to herself she begins to fill out the form on the page.

Name
You think those crazy scientists let me keep memories like that? Okay, so they may... doesn't mean I'm telling you.

Nickname(s)
I'm called Demon by all my friends, and only my friends ever find out my real name. So in all practicality, Demon ~is~ my name.

Alias
Angellica Satire

Age
20 years, 11 months, and 15 days.

Species
I'm one of those freaky Splicer things...

Race
My mother was a Polish/Cajun mix, and my father was a Japanese/Korean mix with some German blood tossed in. I call myself a mutt.

Gender
XX

Orientation
I'm attracted to the opposite sex.

Description
Well, I'm a beautifully crafted mix of Falconine, Corvine, and Human DNA. I have six limbs, (two arms, two legs, two wings) and I look like someone out of your worst nightmare. But seriously, I could describe my amazing features forever... So here is 3000 words.

Picture 1 - http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/1350/angellica.jpg
Picture 2 - http://img714.imageshack.us/img714/3687/angellica2.jpg
Picture 3 - http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/4633/angellica3.jpg

((On an OOC note... yes, the wing sfx are wee bit cheesy... use your incredible imaginations to get the picture))

Personality
I'm funny and a little flirty, though Its usually just to pass time or to distract people as I need. I don't talk to a lot of people, but when I do its usually in a low, accented voice, and combined with the mounds of trash I live around, I really do creep people out a lot. I don't make friends, except for one person I used to know, but I'd rather not talk about him... Did I mention I love freaking people out?

Clothes/Armor
I dress in whatever suits me, usually bright colors, netting, anything a bit abnormal and that will stand out in a crowd. Before I can wear it I have to cut holes in the back for my wings, of course.

A lot of the time I wear my trench-coat. It looks like old pleather, (a vintage fabric), but its really awesome MicroPLAD fabric. Its just loose enough I can fold my wings into it, hiding them.

Equipment
Well, I have my MicroPLAD trench-coat, my freaking wings, and my incredible charm and good looks... Oh yes, I also have and use the following:

My laptop. His name is Fred, his favorite color is blue. He enjoys warm days and likes it when I take him to coffee shops in winter. You see, I've kind of made up this entire fake personality/persona for my awesome computer. Not that any of its true, no, but Its fun to tell people and watch their expressions. In reality Fred is the casing of a 2013 HP Laptop, with all of its guts removed and replaced with the newest and the greatest. Still, its looks keep the thieves at bay pretty well.

El Gato 9.17. My cat, well, shes only half organic. She was another experiment at the lab I was spliced at, and when I ran I took her with me. She basically just follows me around, sticking to the shadows and blending in like a chameleon. (Yes, she is spliced as well as machinified. ((is that a word?)))

A pic of El Gato - http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/5596/cyborgkitty.jpg

Weapons

My gun. It looks like one of those ANCIENT handguns people used to shoot, but its really a freaking awesome laser pistol. It shoots a concentrated ball of pure energy like a bullet, but upon entering a target it literally explodes... cool huh?

My fists. No, seriously, I'm really good at karate, because I took it a lot as a child. After being spliced I had to work on the techniques some, but now I fight well on the ground and in the air.

Skills

Well, I can ~fly~. Typically something that looks good on a resume, don't you think?

I know Karate. As a child I took seven years of it.

I can imitate almost ~any~ accent, and am rather good at causing people to... mistake my identity..

Abilities

Did I mention I can fly?

No, but in all seriousness, I do have a few extra traits from those scientists. I'm very light, (96 lbs, to be exact), and a very fast runner. My eyesight is really, really good, as is my hearing and reflexes.

Birth Place/Area of Residence
I was born to a richy-rich family in Boston. Now I live is good ol' Seattle.

Family Tree
My parents were a very rich couple in Boston, and thats all you need to know.

Alliance
Hackers. I used to work for the Data Frame Cowboys, but me and Ni.. I mean, my Friend, left them and became Web Assassins. I left them for my own reasons, and now am going freelance.

Occupation
I'm a mechanic for technology. Simplest way to put it. They bring me broken technology, I fix it for money. Simple and easy, though I've been concidering joining the Assassins again..

Bio/History
I was born to a richy-rich family in Boston, where I was raised a spoiled brat with no morals. When I was 11 I decided they were too strict, so I hot-wired a hovercar and flew off. Being a young little idiot, soon enough I crashed into some science facility a few hundred miles off. Well, the jolly good scientists there offered my bleeding self a new life away from my controlling parents, and being a little idiot I signed the forms and said yes. Next thing I knew I was being stuck, pricked, monitored, and kept in a white padded cell for over a year. During this time they gave me surgery after surgery, adding, grafting, changing, until finally the new me, Demon, emerged. Taller, lighter, sleeker, and with wings, I felt demon-like. But in such a way I went ahead and named myself Angellica Satire, though for irony's sake (Gosh, I love Irony), I decided to go by Demon.

A lot smarter than they gave me credit for, I soon figured out how to slip into an old air vent in the ceiling, and reach an old storage room full of old computers. Over the months I studied them, and by the time I became Angellica I knew how to easily take apart and reassemble a hard drive. 15 months, 17 days after my "admittance", I escaped from the facility, taking with me one of the computers and a strange cat/cyborg thing that really just followed me out against my will. Still, I was a freaked out thirteen year-old and I couldn't run, or fly, around forever. Soon I found the Data Frame Cowboys, who taught me how to live on the streets and fend for myself. I grew into the little bit*h I am today.

I was almost fourteen when I was sent on my first real mission. Nothing dangerous, merely scoping out a fellow splicer who the Cowboys wanted more information on. Dramatic as I always try to be, I snuck onto his family's property and simply stood outside his window, wings folded behind my back but still kind-of showing, as they come down to my knees. The moment his eyes turned on me I unfurled them in a woosh, setting off an alarm.

I came very close to death that day, turns out his family was some kind of mafia or something. With a little smooth talking, tears, and possibly letting my shirt slip down a little bit in the front I got the guard distracted just enough to take to the skies. I reported the little I had seen, and though my superiors were not exactly thrilled I wasn't punished at least. I continued to work for the Cowboys, and a little over four years later I was sent back to the same house.

This time however, I wasn't supposed to look, not touch. I was supposed to bring him back with me, if I could manage it. To my shock, the guy followed me out of the place that night without a word, and I brought him back to the Cowboys without a hitch. The dude was a freak, weird and most likely an outcast. Never really bothered me though, who knows, maybe I'm just weird that way. A good thing, because I was assigned to train him.

Monkey-boy, as I typically called him, was a quick learner, and with his natural talents and knowledge of destruction, pretty soon we made a great team. We were always triumphant, and the greedy little brat in me loved taking down the Government jerks, so when the Web Assassins popped up me and Ni.. Monkey-boy, changed groups.

I hate to brag, but we were freaking awesome. We kicked butt and almost never left a scene without much destruction and mayhem in our wake. Things were going pretty good, until I got the phone call.

I had to leave everyone and everything I'd ever knew.

Getting away from Him was easy, I told him I was leaving for a long mission, and told him to await my return. The Assassins I told I was going freelance in Japan. I disappeared, spent weeks erasing all the data of my name from everywhere I could. No one can find me now... Not even Nickels.

You know how whenever something ends really sad, and someone asks you what would of been one thing you would of changed if you could have? Well, I wish I could have told Nik why I left.

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Sighing softly, the figure deletes everything on the screen without sending it.

Angellica "Demon" Satire's Story