Name
Summer Lovell

Nickname
None.

Alias
Serenity

Age
17

Species
Human

Race
Mostly Irish, with some French thrown in.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Straight

Description

Picture: http://abotica.deviantart.com/art/of-the-young-woman-thinking-118087377

At about 5"8', she's of reasonable height and weight. She steps lightly out of care and practice. She's graceful, but wary. Her long legs are accompanied by a smaller torso, don't stand out too much, but they occasionally gain the attention of some. Her eyes are light and playful, her lips are satin ribbons upon her fair skin. She'd gotten the good end of the gene pool.

Personality
She knows she's good. And she shows it. Arrogance is her shield, her protection from everything, from the world badgering her. She meditates to calm herself down, but she never truly feels calm. Turmoil. it's in her brain, it's in her body. She hacks to get her mind off of the empty feeling within her. She can hack a government system in under a minute, with the right equipment, and she's only been traced once and by then, she was long gone. She quickly learned her lesson.

Clothes/Armor
She wears cropped pants most of the time that drop to a little below the knee. When it gets hot, which it doesn't usually, she wears shorts. She sleeps in short-shorts and a sports bra; she also works out in this. For going around the house she wears comfortable shorts or sweats and only leaves when she needs to interact, buy groceries, or run an errand.

Equipment
When leaving, she carries her Glove, a small capsule she can drop to release a smoke screen, and a pill she can swallow that will kill her. She's also rigged the glove so that if her heart rate drops below the norm, it shocks her. Also, if she dies, her house self destructs. Yes, it was very hard to rig that equipment. Rarely does she carry her laser pistol, but she's a bit of an expert on it's use and practices when she feels like it.

Weapons
Mentioned above.

Skills
Speed hacking and Skill Hacking. She's also good with a gun and electrical wiring, bomb rigging, and explosives.

Abilities
Fluent in French, Japanese, Latin, and English.

Birth Place/Area of Residence
Birthed: Europe/Ireland.
Living: Seattle.

Family Tree
Test tube baby, much? Her mother donated her egg to a testing facility and her father donated the sperm. She was an attempt to mess with the code. No one messes with the code.

Alliance
Hackers.

Occupation
Speed Hacker.

Bio/History

Four walls. Four walls of hell. Gray. Only gray. A blinking screen, a child dreaming.

Switzerland Testing Facility.

The door to room 327 opened slowly, its hinges creaking slightly and awakening the ten year old Irish girl within. Her bright eyes snapped open and she jumped up. In one swift movement she was off the bed and staring at the door. A man, nearly 6"8' stood in the doorway, towering over the young girl. A smile lit up both their faces. A love that could only arise from an unlikely friendship radiated between them. The man, a worker at the testing facility, worked on the computers there and had quickly learned the girl, one of the test subjects, had an interesting ability to understand computer code at a young age. Her computing skills astounded him. When they had messed with her code, they had blessed her. They'd been working on a new code for months and today was the day they'd publish it. The girl, his secret protegee, knew what this could mean for them. The code, complex and new, would override the systems and let them escape. Escape from the four, gray walls of hell.

The girl jumped up and flicked on the computer she'd convinced them to let her have. Her code popped up. Beautiful numbers filled the screen, filling her with joy. The man stepped in and closed the door, pulling up an extra chair to the computer, his smile still on his face. The girl typed quickly, her fingers flying over the keys. She hit enter and got up, grabbing her bag. She gave the man a hug and nodded to him, slight tears in her eyes. The hell would be gone, melted away, a distant memory in her mind. The enter button slowly lowered as the man's finger pushed it down, the code going viral. The lights went out and the doors swung open. No alarms sounded. They walked out, cautious but happy.

Six years later, at the age of seventeen, the once young girl lived alone in a one room apartment, hoping that one day, maybe... The man would come back. He'd left when they got to France, sending her to America. He said she'd be happy there... She'd have a better life. He'd torn a hole in her. Left a void she could never feel. He stole her serenity, her calm, her essence. She'd continued learning code. She knew the ends and out of computers, their guts, their brains, and their souls. Right now, in her dark apartment, she was trying to hack the drones themselves. They were juts wires and hardware. They could be hacked and used. She knew she could do it.