"her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite." elena ever | 25 | singer at eden | hacker and what she had was beautiful resilience. she was broken several times but she always found a way of recreating herself. var sc_project=12115026; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="c20258bd";
No, itâs not a serial killer. Thank God. Chicago had enough havoc being wreaked upon it as is. Instead, itâs a woman, with an age close to her own, accompanied by an absolutely adorable pup. Arguably, this is the best kind of visitor Heaven could have hoped for. She laughs at the strangerâs joke. Not the kind of sweet and sexy giggle she shows clients either, itâs genuine. âIn my experience,â not that she has a ton, âMobsters would be more sneaky than that.â She laughs again, as she ashes her precious cancer stick. Hazel eyes wander to the Shiba, and a smile sweetens her lips. âNooo,â a disagreeing coo. She squats down offering a hand to the frightened pup. âHeâs a good boy. Iâm sorry, sweetie, I didnât mean to scare you.â Her gaze flashes upon the woman. âYou either.âÂ
Elena didnât even notice just how tense she was until the woman laughed - it was a pleasant, welcoming sound - a reassurance that it was fine, no one was going to drag her away and this might actually be an enjoyable encounter. âIn your experience? Have I walked into a critically acclaimed movie about the beginnings of a female mob boss? I feel like theyâd definitely make the lead pretty.â But what did she know about all that really? For all she knew, death could actually be hiding behind charming faces - maybe sheâd find out eventually, unless someone offed her before that. âSheâs a promiscuous dog--â, as if on cue Nala launched herself towards the woman, all frenzied movement and a quivering tail, âYep. Told you. You couldâve been pointing a gun at me, but if you said âsweetieâ at her sheâd be with you in a second.â She followed the dog closer, looking down at the woman with a slight smirk as she reached for her cigarettes, âOh, so you donât make a habit of scaring people in dark alleyways? Do you have a light by the way?â
tobias blinked at the woman, immediately sensing that there was something on her mind or that she was worried about something. not that he really cared all too much either way if she wasnât there to see him. he had his own stuff to deal with, hopefully within the next hour â when his pockets would be full of fresh wads of cash.
what did he consider normal? a tricky question considering he was the furthest from it, but he had to come up with something even if just for the sake of keeping up appearances. âfor starters probably letting someone know youâre there. donât you know sneaking up on people can be dangerous?â
She looked around them to the long shadows that were cast all over and the gloomy way everything seemed distant and vague in the cold night air - there was not a soul around. âI usually donât let random people know Iâm walking through the park, but if thatâs your thing...â, she looked back at the man, offering a small shrug and a smirk, âSo Iâve heard - but I never said I had the common sense to care all that much.â She did, if anything, she seemed quite on edge about strangers in the night all the damn time after everything that had happened to her in the past few years, but it wouldâve been stupid and reckless to let that queasiness show. All she had was looking tough. âI honestly canât tell if that was supposed to be a thinly-veiled threat. But Iâm a New Yorker, so do your worst.â Why was he so bad at keeping her damn mouth shut against better judgement?
âYouâre devious too then.â he said and smiled to her, smirking a little. He wasnât much of a prankster, but he knew the guy deserved it, and more. âOh, Iâm sure you are.â he said, watching her rubbing her shoulder. Heâd offer to take a look, but it was probably just a bruise and he was more suited to pet injuries. âWell be careful who you thump in to in future.â he smiled.
Calvin sat back down and smiled at her âDoes this make you feel better?â he asked and chuckled a little âHi, Iâm Cal! Can I buy you a coffee while youâre here? As a thank you, you took the blow so I didnât have to.âÂ
âAre you trying to say you are devious too?â, Elena let out a chuckle, tucking the stray strand of hair back back behind her ear as she shook her head, âOh you have no idea.â It wasnât so much that she was devious in a dangerous, malevolent sort of way - but sheâd always been far from angelic, soft-spoken sort of girl her mother had wanted. âIâd promise Iâll be more careful in the future, but we both know thatâs a lie. I have a bad habit of having a bone to pick with people bigger than me.â Sheâd learned early on no one would be there to protect her, so she was that someone for herself, and most of the time for other creatures too. âOh I feel great - that jackass is about to get schooled. God -- thatâs such a nerdy thing to say, isnât it?â, she didnât think twice about sitting down - coffee was always a good idea, and she was just coming off her caffeine high, âYouâre very welcome, Iâm just chivalrous like that. So, what do you do, Cal? If itâs not top-secret, in which case just a coffee will do. Iâm not one to pry or refuse caffeine.â
Heâd always held an admiration for the glitzy entertainers who seemed to completely embody everything that it was to be one of the beautiful singers that his father and grandfather used to listen to after dinners on Sundayâs. Sometimes it made him think back to times before things changed so suddenly and brutally, but Julian refused to allow himself to think about his past. While everyone had gotten up from their seats, Julian stayed behind and watched as people filtered either out of the building or towards the bar on the opposite side of the room. A flicker of movement to his left had him shifting his gaze upwards to meet the eyes of a darker haired woman. âHi.â He echoed back. Eyes narrowed slightly, and a slow smile spread across his face. The woman had delivered. His mark that he was after was a slippery one, and he had been recommended to the dark haired female by another associate who promised she was excellent at her job. âIâm afraid youâll have to tell me what your poison is seeing as I canât assume everyone enjoys whiskey.â He hummed, heaving himself to his feet and then offering her a hand. âThey were wonderful. Iâm always envious of you singers seeing as Iâm unable to hit any kind of musical note.â Julian grinned slightly.
She usually hated these kinds of meetings, they entailed all sorts of connotations Elena didnât care much for - a lack of anonymity, exposure, immediate danger, creepy clients. It was a much cleaner job, working for the syndicate, but that didnât turn out to be all that peachy either. So here she was, and if she had to do it - Eden provided her with a sense of security. Sure, it was a flimsy sense, but life taught her to make most of flimsy. She let out a breath of relief when she figured the man was looking back at her - she had the right person, âOh thank god, you seem normal.â Did she really say that out loud? Crap. She looked over her shoulder for a second to see if anyone was listening but there was a prevalent lack of interest in what was happening around them. âWhat I meant is -- never mind, just... ignore that please.â Her mother had once tried to teach her to bite her tongue, unsuccessfully apparently. Maybe she shouldâve listened. âFeel free to assume - Iâd be crazy to turn down a whiskey. Thanks for not ordering me a mimosa. Not that I have anything against them, but... you know.â, she let out a chuckle, albeit one that was a bit strained around the edges, and took his hand for a firm shake. To be fair, she hadnât really expected him to reply to her question, mostly because she was just putting up a show to make all of this seem innocuous, but this drew out a smile to her lips as she sat down. âThank you. Youâd still get the files if you said no, but I suppose it makes for a better conversation.â, smirking, she reached for a cigarette and stopped herself mid-movement, âMind if I smoke? -- Really? Colour me intrigued.â, she teased, âDid someone tell you that or did you figure it out on your own?â
     EDEN  ISNâT  MUCH  OF  HIS  SCENE.  not  that  one  would  mind  the  view.  he  isnât  an  idiot  and  wouldnât  pass  up  the  opportunity  to  admire  a  pretty  thing  should  it  arise.  skyfall  is  a  preferred  watering  hole.  but  business  and  his  need  to  be  right  and  win  call  him  to  eden.  got  to  win  a  case  by  any  means  necessary,  right ?  he  smiles  as  the  hacker  approaches,  slipping  into  the  mask  of  charm  easily.  the  smile  only  widens  at  the  act  she  too  is  putting  on.  and  heâs  game  to  play  along  already  waving  down  the  bartender.
     â oh,  they  were  amazingâ  you  were  amazing.  as  iâm  sure  you  ALWAYS  are. â     he  hadnât  paid  attention  to  her  singing  at  all.  good  thing  he  could  lie  like  a  champ.  but  he  was  also  on  a  schedule     â i  do  have  other  plans  tonight,  darling.  afraid  i  will  only  have  time  for  one  drink. â
She wasnât - amazing, that is - at least thatâs what her mother had always said. Never soft enough, feminine enough, obedient enough. Elena had figured that out long ago, and hardly considered it such a terrible loss, it was never her intention to be good at those things anyway. But singing, and hacking - now that was a different story. âCall me materialistic, but I do prefer money over flattery.â, she reached for a cigarette, bringing it to her lips to light up, âIâm guessing youâve got the money - you seem like a reputable man. As reputable as one can be in this city.â There was no one around, people were too busy with whatever was going on up at the stage - and one could always count on people being easily distracted. It felt safe enough to speak her own words, instead of ones borrowed from a much sweeter young thing. She leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch and smirked, amused by the manâs attitude, âWho said you had to stay for the drink, darling? I just felt like having one.â
She had a way of losing herself up on that stage. In the music, the words, the stories the songs told - most were far apart from the reality of her life, and those were the ones she enjoyed most. It made her feel like someone else, when she closed her eyes, let her voice follow the music - even the songs that were her own, they told stories of things that should have been, would have been - maybe, once, someday.Â
Once she was done and the dancers were about to take over, she slipped away and out of sight, using the shadows and the crowd as cover as she made her way over to the person she assumed had contacted her about getting some intel. The place they chose for the meeting was donned with muted lights and long shadows, private enough that no one would assume it was anything more than someone wishing to speak to Edenâs singer. âHey.â, she slipped into the seat, letting down her hair - her head was starting to hurt, and she felt decidedly out of sorts in the shimmering dress. âIâve got the drive. Just act natural.â, the words were spoken under her breath before she let out a deceivingly innocent chuckle, âOh I would love that drink.â, well, she was already here - so why not? âTell me, did you like the songs tonight?â
        Fenrir   inhales   deeply,   looking   at   the   floor   next   to   her   for   a   moment   before   fixing   his   gaze   back   on   her.   He   shakes   his   head   no.   â   I   donât   know   a   damn   thing   about   physiology.   Sounds   like   too   much   work.   â   He   says,   hands   shoved   into   the   pockets   of   his   trench   coat.   All   heâs   good   for   is   busting   noses   and   serving   as   eye   candy,   most   of   the   time.   But   thatâs   exactly   what   his   father   wanted.   Heâs   not   disappointing   anyone.   â   No   Iâll   just   wait   out   here,   itâs   fine.   â   Brows   furrow   slightly   as   he   inhales   again.   â   Iâm   gonna   go   have   a   smoke.   â   Heâll   leave   her   to   do   whatever   it   was   that   she   needed   to   do.
She eyed the book in here hands, then shrugged as if to concede, âIt is. You really have to like what youâre studying to even open this monstrosity up.â Truth be told she figured Fenrir wouldnât come in, he had that way about him of being quiet and distant - and Elena was fine with it, she wasnât about to start pushing. Thereâd been kids like him in her runaway groups back in the day, and the rules were clear - you respect their limits, they respect yours. âSuit yourself.â, she offered only a quick smile before turning on her heel and disappearing inside. It only took a minute, it wasnât like she was ever big on clothes, which consisted mostly of leather jackets and combat boots. She supposed it had always been a way to distance herself from her origins, who her mother had been, the person she had tried to shape Elena in. She slammed the door shut on her way out, already lighting up a cigarette, âOkay big guy, where are we going?âÂ
Cal would never condone stealing, but when he saw her little act, he just about caught her twirling the phone in her hands, he smiled to himself. If anyone deserved it, that guy definitely deserved it! He could see how she got away with it to, she looked innocent as hell, and very pretty.
âItâll be fine, but that asshole should be castrated.â he said and looked at her âAre you okay, that shoulder bump was pretty hard.â he teased. âWell done you, I would of gone for a broken nose myself.â
âOh Iâm sure a pissed-off girlfriend and boyfriend will do the job for us after Iâm done with the phone.â, there was no way someone as fucked up as that guy was could have a squeaky clean record, and Elena was counting on it - after all, she knew the type all too well. âIâm sturdier than I look, I promise.â, as if suddenly reminded of it, she reached out to rub her shoulder, chuckling, âActually, to be honest, this oneâs been dislocated before so thatâs going to hurt like a bitch later. But, câest la vie, right? I have zero regrets.â And if she was being honest, sheâd always been more of a do now, think later type of person in these kinds of situations. âI mean, I would have loved to do it, but in your case youâve got like what --â, she took a step back and looked at him as if doing the math in her head, â-- nine inches on me? A girlâs gotta pick her battles. Also the girl is Elena, so.. hi.âÂ
Itâs the middle of her shift, perfect time to indulge in her break. Thirty minutes to get her nicotine fix, sip on some vodka water, and catch up on her insta feed. She takes these breaks in the alleyway of Genesis. Itâs a little seedy, sure, the only light is dim and coming from her iPhone flashlight, but somehow this is better than the alternative. Which would be the dressing room, surrounded by bright lights, background bass booming from the club and gossiping chatter from the other girls. Out here, she could hear her thoughts and get her mind right.
When she hears footsteps, Heaven shines her light on whoâs responsible. âJesus!â she exclaims, too jumpy for her own good. âCareful, you shouldnât sneak up on people like that,â she breathes, âI thought you were a serial killer.â
Elena at the same time loved and hated these late-night walks with her dog. Loved, because the air was crisp and cold and there was a strange sense of clarity in the night that let her mind wonder. And hated because every sound and movement that sounded remotely dangerous sent her heartbeat into a complete disarray - but sheâd have to deal with that, she was dealing with it every time she stepped out into the dark. She was a New Yorker after all, they werenât the timid kind.Â
But jesus that light got to her, stopping her in her tracks as her heart sunk and her dog tugged at the leash, letting out a stream of high-pitched barks. âYou thought I was a serial killer?â, she put a hand above her eyes, her senses suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of light, âI though you were a middle-aged mobster that learned the wonders of modern technology and decided it was a way to jump people. I mean, you could have been behind that phone, old people are evolving.â Her Shiba had found her spot in between Elenaâs legs, all puffed up and stand-offish even though she was clearly hiding. âJust look at her, I shouldâve gotten a bigger dog, not one thatâs horrified by Pekingese on a good day, and apparently cell-phones now too.â
Calvin was just sat having a coffee, enjoying the taste of his thick black, no sugar, caffeine fix. Heâd had a good day, work went well, with no emergencies or traffic injuries, which was a problem in a busy city. If it wasnât strays, it was pets that managed to get off their leash.Â
He was looking forwards to getting home, showing netflix on, and relaxing, but some asshole seemed to have other plans. At first, it didnât seem to register, but the moment he saw a foot kick the dog, and that word he hated  m u t t !  Cal was up and pointing like he was going to throw a punch âYou do that again, and I swear to god, I will put you down myself!â
If Elena had learned anything in her life, it was that playing dumb always worked. Well, almost always, letâs just say nine out of ten times. People didnât suspect you if you seemed young and clueless - if she, say, bumped into that guy accidentally and stole his phone, heâd just think she was a scatterbrain far too focused on texting her friends about boys and make up and shoes. âOMG, I am so sorry I didnât see you there!â, a stream of quick words left her lips after sheâd slammed her shoulder into his with far more force than was necessary or expected from a small thing like her. Good, I hope it hurts - was what she thought, but what she did instead was smile even as he let out a stream of curses and scurried away, apparently to get away from the guy that had just yelled at him. Elena looked over her shoulder at the disappearing figure before spinning his phone between her fingers, a more devious, true version of her smile spreading across her lips. He was about to get fucked later when she got her hands on her computer. âIs the dog okay?â, she turned around finally, her countenance morphing into one of worry and near-horror - god, was there a worse sound in the world than an innocent creature in pain.Â
        He finds himself at the door, giving it a hard, stern knock. Heâs not one for calling first, really. He likes the element of surprise, and the intimacy of speaking face to face. It gives him a sense of false hope, but itâs something to cling to in the meantime. Itâs been a night, a hard one. Not physically. He had no work tonight, Heaven or DeLuca related, or otherwise. Itâs mentally a hard night. He has nothing to preoccupy himself with. Those were the hardest nights.
        Chest rises with a deep inhale as the door opens, swallowing as he watches the body in front of him. It takes a moment to speak up. Instead of giving a greeting, Fenrir gets right to it. â You wanna grab a drink?? â
Living with Gloria for the past few weeks provided Elena with a sense of normalcy, almost security - it was a feeling she was yet to get used to, even if she didnât trust it all that much. But when a knock sounded on the front door, she figured it was just her roommate looking for the physiology book sheâd left on the couch, and so she opened the door without much thinking a stream of chatter leaving her lips, âI knew youâd come back for... it.â, she stopped mid-sentence, visibly tensing at the sight that decidedly wasnât Gloria. She recognised Fernir, it was just that her heart already went so out of whack from the realisation that hit her - this couldâve been anyone. She needs to be more careful. âWell, Iâm guessing you arenât here for a physiology book?â, she hugged the heavy book, leaning against the door to salvage what was left of her pride, trying to seem laid-back, not like sheâs just been spooked, âWhatâs up? Do you want to come in? I promise my dog will behave, I think - sheâs more bark than bite you know, a lot of energy for something so small.â And there was the irony - she adopted herself in dog form. âOh right, you wanted to grab a drink somewhere. Okay, just let me make myself look presentable.â, what she really meant was that she wasnât going out without a leather jacket and her gloves, âCan you give me five? Thereâs alcohol somewhere in the living room so be my guest.â
âI REALLY DONâT KNOW WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING.â Heâs an escort. Not a dancer. He may have been on stage on rare occasions, but it hasnât been recently and those who do know him knew he only gets on stage if a dancer calls off and they need him to. It isnât like he gets much of a choice in this instance. If he wants to keep his job, he does what heâs told to do. The guy seemed to get the point, though, because after making a scene, heâs at least fucked off. Private dances can happen â donât get him wrong â but heâd never do them here. And someone coming right up to ask him for one is going to get his extracurricular activities cancelled if heâs caught. The fact a percentage of his services go to his boss is bullshit enough. He just flat out refused to give them anymore. He canât pay for his books if they keep taking ALL his money.
âWhat?â Heâs already snapped at the person before he can stop himself. He knows not everyone is here to fuck him over. âSorry, itâs been a long day. Did you need something?â Or are you here to piss me off, too?
âJesus Tulach, donât bite my head off.â, Elena stood in the corridor, hands wrapped tightly around her laptop and looking a bit out of her element. Sheâd just come in and was about to go get changed when sheâd seen the altercation - it wasnât like she heard what was going on, but she could tell by the way both men held themselves that it was nothing good. Sheâd learned that trick a long time ago, it was a survival technique - read the body language so you can make a run for it before they even decide to hurt you. âNo, I just came to check if everything was fine over here.â After all, it was one of those bad habits of hers - to get involved into things that werenât necessarily any of her business, but the fact was, she had a problem with pushy people, and she especially had a problem with it in settings like these. Not that Alastair couldnât hold his own ground, she just couldnât keep her mouth shut and stay away. She directed her gaze towards where the man had disappeared back into the crowd before turning back to Alastair, âWhoâs the douche?â Maybe she could have some fun with it later, people were so sloppy with their private information and their technology these days.Â
In the past few months of working at Eden, Elena had developed a bad habit of barging into the girlsâ dressing rooms, or worse yet - sticking around, even though she had a perfectly valid room of her own. One could attribute that to her crippling fear of being alone, but sheâd just tell you they had better couches here (it was the same couches here and there). So she was here yet again, sprawled on the sofa in a position that looked like it could not possibly be comfortable, with a laptop beside her as she skimmed the endless lines of code.Â
âKat, oh good, youâre here - just what I needed.â, she raised her gaze briefly to greet the dancer with a cheery smile, before it dropped back down to her screen. She wasnât in her usual attire today, apparently leather jackets and heeled combat boots decidedly did not fit the Eden aesthetics, so every night she adapted all over again. âIâm up in twenty, but I canât get my hair to fucking stay in place, if I even manage to get it there. Help?â, she closed the laptop, discarded it with a causal indifference of someone who had three more waiting for her and had gotten bored of this one, and she got up to walk over to the mirror, âSo whatâs the crowd like out there?â
toby was wandering around chitown park â he was supposed to have a deal there later but had decided to head out early for some fresh air. god knows he needed it. the sun was just setting and the park was slowly clearing out of its more normal visitors, in replace of people probably up to some less than legal business of their own. shuffling out a cigarette and his lighter, toby was somewhat enjoying the peace of the calm air until the scraping sound of footsteps stopped right behind him. he must have been zoned out because he had not realized their approach. he turned around, trying to do his best impression of seeming unaffected by the surprise â but it just translated into anger. âfuckinâ hell. can you not introduce yourself to people normally?â
She was supposed to be good at this by now, but âsupposedâ and âisâ were two wildly different things, and Elena had a tendency to be skittish about these faceless, nameless, late-night meet ups. She walked through the park replaying the meeting scenario in her mind, only for it to be interrupted by her own dark stream of thoughts - what if this was a trap, a way to lure her out? But some clients liked to get the hard copies, wary of trusting the digital way to transfer the files safely. Yes, that was all this was - a paranoid client.Â
But when the man she thought was her client turned around and she could sense the anger radiating off him, she stopped dead in her tracks, her heart sinking, vessels quivering under the onslaught of adrenaline. Fuck. Wrong fucking guy. âUh, well - that depends.â, in her pocket she was squeezing the drive so hard she thought it might break, but on the outside she offered an aloof smile, or an attempt at one. Better to play dumb, she didnât intend to be found dead in the bushes later tonight, and this was a way to buy herself some time and figure out how to get the fuck out of it, âWhat do you consider normal?âÂ
( Chloe Bennet, 25, cisfemale, she/her ) Have you seen ELENA EVER around ? I hear theyâre a SINGER AT EDEN/HACKER who can sometimes be HEADSTRONG & RECKLESS. But I also heard they can be COURAGEOUS & COMPASSIONATE if you catch them on a good day. theyâre usually hanging around FATES in their spare time. i sure hope theyâre alright !
hello hello, claire (she/her, gmt+1) again i know youâre getting bored of me but hereâs my third bby and the ânormalâ one out of the three, though thatâs relative too if weâre being honest... anyway if you want this stubborn little thing to plot with her, give this a ⤠and imma come @ youÂ
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STATS:
⤠ NAME: Elena Ever
⤠ AGE: 25
⤠ DOB: 6th of May
⤠ BORN: New York City
⤠ HEIGHT: 5â˛5â˛â
⤠ SIBLINGS: unknown
⤠ MBTI: ENFJ
⤠ ORIENTATION: bisexual
⤠ OCCUPATION: singer at Eden, freelance hacker
⤠ EDUCATION: high school educationÂ
⤠ TATTOOS: yes, a tattoo that was placed on her by the brothel, she hides it obsessively
⤠ SCARS: yes, various
⤠ AESTHETICS: leather jackets and combat boots, her phone and a cup of lukewarm coffee always in her hand, a flat full of computers, a raging motorcycle between her legs, leather fingerless gloves, nails painted black, skirts and dark stockings, a laptop in her bag, always going somewhere
⤠ VICES: tobacco, alcohol, sex, drugs (before)Â
⤠ PETS: yes a shiba inu and a hedgehog (idk man)Â
HISTORY:Â
â¤Â She was born a bastard to a mother that didnât want her and a father that never knew. Her mom was an dancer and a prostitute in New York, a young woman trying to get by to whom the pregnancy happened by accident. Elena grew up among the women who worked at that club, and though her mother was far from thrilled by her - she still cared for her, as did the other women. There were a few kids like her there, but she was hardly aware that a life they were leading was far from ideal.Â
â¤Â During her teen years she started showing interested in computers, and had a mind for coding - able to see things and connections most others didnât. It was a way to connect to other people of similar interests and she soon found a place where she finally fit in. She started running with that crowd, but it was far from ideal and Elena was desperate to keep her status now that sheâd found a place where she was finally seen and respected.Â
â¤Â Out of some rebellious teenage stupidity, Elena ran away when she was barely 16. Though her family situation wasnât ideal, it was a far cry from what was expecting her out there in the real world. She just didnât realise that yet.Â
â¤Â  As her notoriety grew in the community, people started showing interest. Chief among them being the man running and underground crime business that dealt exclusively with black-hat hacking. Hungry for a place to settle, and a stable community to call her own after 2 years on the run - Elena accepted the proposal. Theyâd give her a place to stay in the base, all the resources she needed and all she had to do was do as she was told.Â
â¤Â Elena trusted the man, she trusted everyone there and she would soon learn that people are rarely trustworthy, and sheâd learn it the hard way. She was young and he enticed her, he was her idol - a notorious hacker in the business, brilliant and fascinating. How could a young girl of 18 not fall for that?Â
â¤Â  Betrayal came like a bucket of cold water dumped on her - a field mission gone wrong, the enemy closing in without anyone to get her out. No one even tried. She thought heâd come till the last minute, but as they dragged her away into a dark van, there was no one to be seen, no one to catch her when she fell.Â
â¤Â  Turns out the man who took her was a mobster from New York, running an illegal prostitution ring, and so he dragged her back home - but it looked nothing like the way she thought sheâd return.Â
â¤Â  They broke her spirits there - and donât get me wrong, she put up hell of a fight. But thereâs only so much a human can take, before theyâre broken seemingly beyond repair. She became numb, distant - there were places in her mind where sheâd go to hide, lines of code sheâd go through over and over again until it was done.Â
â¤Â  But even then, at her lowest, darkest moments - a spark was enough to light a fire within her. There was a person there - she never learned who they were exactly - but they offered her a chance, a split second to make a decision and run for her life. She got out. So many more didnât. It would haunt her for the rest of her life.Â
â¤Â  Once out, she found her mother again - she was beaten and bruised but still standing. A realisation came to her a few days later - was this all there was? This life? It couldnât be. Sheâd been through so much - the world swallowed a girl and spit out a woman - it was about time she took things into her own hands. After all she was free again, and she would never let anyone own her again.Â
â¤Â  On a whim, like she does most things, she decided sheâd find the person that had offered her a chance at escape, she decided she couldnât let this rest, she decided she would have to learn to fight so she would never feel so helpless again. So she followed the leads - back to Chicago.Â
â¤Â  She knew the bare minimum about this person, only that they were involved with the criminal world of Chicago, the seedy underbelly of the city - but horrible odds never stopped her, so why would they now?Â
â¤Â  She settled in Chicago, finding work at Eden as a singer - it was a small win for her, to take this part of her and piece it together. It reminded her of what was done to her, but it also reminded her that she was her own woman now, and no one was controlling her. On the side she still works as a hacker, but a freelance one - not involved with any syndicate and making sure sheâs covering her tracks so they wouldnât find her again.
PERSONALITY:Â
+Â Â courageous, compassionate, kind, determined, clever
â¤Â  She owns a tiny apartment, but itâs enough for her needs. She doesnât want to get greedy and expose herself too much just to get some more money. What she earns she spends mostly on her hacking equipment - itâs basically her baby.Â
â¤Â  She spends a lot of time on her laptop at the Fates, downing coffee after coffee until her heart is in a wild tachycardia (itâs not healthy and she knows it). She likes being around people instead of just always locked at her apartment.Â
â¤Â  Singing is a thing she has loved since she was a kid, it lets her get lost in the melody and the words, itâs almost like sheâs someone else. This is why sheâs working at Eden - it lets her couple work with something she loves, and it also allows her to face the fears from the past. After all you cannot always be strong, but you can be brave.Â
â¤Â  She loves movies, especially the old kind - theyâre idyllic, a much-needed escape from reality. So if she likes you donât be surprised if she drags you to her place or the cinema to watch something.Â
â¤Â  She absolutely adores her motorcycle and takes it everywhere, claiming itâs simply a more practical way of transport than a car is. Truth is, she just likes the thrill of it - the way sheâs dancing with death when sheâs speeding down the street.Â
â¤Â  Thatâs another thing about her - sheâs a reckless creature. She likes the danger, the thrill, and sheâs always the first to jump into trouble if it means protecting someone. Sheâs big on being on the side of the underdog, and regardless of the situation, she just canât let things slide even if it means getting her ass kicked in the process. It wouldnât be the first time.Â
â¤Â  She struggles a lot with ptsd and survivor guilt, but has never had enough sense to get some help. Itâs mostly because she feels like sheâs alone in the world and thereâs never anyone to stand up for her - so she can do it on her own, she has to.Â
â¤Â  She has like 20 leather jackets, a good 80% of her closet is just leather jackets. Itâs unhealthy. And also combat boots and heeled combat boots, thereâs just nothing in between except when sheâs working and she has to dress appropriately.Â
â¤Â  Her cigarettes of choice are Lucky Strike, and she has an old beaten-up zippo that a friend once gave it to her (the same one whose criminal syndicate sheâd been working for). She hates him, yet she still keeps the lighter, a creature of habit.Â
â¤Â  Sheâs an energetic person, always hell-bent on helping people (maybe because she feels no one ever held a hand out to her) so itâs not weird for her to approach people if she senses theyâre not in a good place. Sheâll talk to them, or offer them a cigarette or drag them out to have some drinks, but whatever it is she will be there.Â
â¤Â  There is a tattoo on her forearm that she obsessively covers and hides with sleeves and arm pieces, itâs back from her days of prostitution when they marked her as theirs. She hates it but lets it stay there as a reminder never to give up her own agency like that again. She also has some scars and burn marks from that time but they donât bother her as much though she hides them too.Â
â¤Â  She can be seen taking self-defence classes and going to the shooting range to practice. It offers her peace of mind and some semblance of a hold on her sanity - a thought that she could defend her self (badly though probably) if something were to happen.
â¤Â  She WILL try to befrend you count on it. Also Iâll come up with more random hcs I just wanted to give her an introduction :)Â
wanted connections: iâm currently making a wanted connections page for her but honestly everything and anything is welcome!!! like she couldâve been a runaway kid with your charrie or smth (i would LOVE those connections), maybe people who were also in the syndicate with her? or people who were abused like her and managed to get away? also sheâs sneaking around looking for clues about gangs and although sheâs just trying to reach out to say thank you and all that jazz, it looks suspicious (she never thought of it that way cause ya know... the girls a genius for hacking but can be clueless), also fwb she has a thing for that because she has trust issues etc. but also likes to have fun, and friends just in general she needs her squadÂ
for more specific ones iâm gonna post like a wanted connection, like that guy from syndicate who left her behind, and also someone involved with gangs (doesnât matter in which way) who helped her escape (i left that purposefully vague af)Â
SO basically ALL of it??Â
