Blue Eyes, Brown Hair, Caucasian, 159cm, 52kg



Born in the German city of Hamburg, where her mother was staying in a safehouse to wait out her pregnancy before rejoining her KGB associates who were setting up operations in Berlin. Her mother, who's real name will never appear in any record, left Eliza in the care of a CIA double agent by the name of Maxwell Krane, who took the girl to the United States and fabricated an identity for her, Eliza Beth Krathe. She grew up in the care of Maxwell Krane and his long time girlfriend Susan, though Maxwell was often away on business. Susan was brutal to Eliza from before she could even talk, beating the girl and forcing her to do demeaning things.
Krane returned to his home one day, around the time Eliza was seven, to find the girl covered in bruises and cuts. Little whore was messily carved into her arm, though it was clear from the angle that the girl had not done it to herself. Shortly after he found Susan's headless body and a pair of very bloody kitchen knifes, dropped carefully at her feet. Krane had no real connection to Susan, she was his cover, but the girl was something else to him. He started training her, to defend herself, to understand the way the world really worked, with back alley deals and assassinations. He made it his project to turn her into something beyond what he had ever achieved. He even went as far to have all her records destroyed.
The two, master and apprentice, came to a bit of difficulty when his status as a double agent came to light. The CIA had decided it was time to tie up those loose ends, and began to send people after Krane. While the two of them were able to evade capture for a while, around Eliza's sixteenth birthday Krane was forced to fake his death and separate from her.
A time of wandering came about for a girl who was so distant from everything around her, where other girls might have looked at a handsome man and though about his looks, Eliza only thought to assess his threat level. She survived by picking pockets, stealing food and clothing and occasionally finding criminal work. That's where the old man found her, offering to further her training. "Call me Krane," were the only words she spoke in response as she followed him.

Krane doesn't see people, she sees threats and ways to deal with the threat, even among her allies she studies weaknesses that she can exploit should they turn on her. In a fight she is callous, neither flinching nor pausing as she takes lives and sees lives taken. Above all, she is loyal.

Twin customized semi-auto 45mm pistols with silencers, ceramic throwing knives, grenades (smoke,teargas, concussive), C4 breaching packs, nanotubing bodysuit(3 times stronger than kevlar and much more flexable)