Name: Enri Uemura
Age: 27
Nationality: Japanese
Alias: Outflaw
Skills:
History:
Enri grew up in a tiny, 95 square feet apartment in Kagoshima with her mother, a strict prison warden-esque woman economical with smiles and even more so with praise. Enri practically lived at school, at least figuratively. Out working at miscellaneous temporary jobs on good days or outright stealing on bad ones and thus unable to supervise directly, Akari Uemura enforced discipline and diligence with the belt and anything less than perfection was rarely accepted. It wasn't until nearly two decades later that Enri came to appreciate how much her mother pushed her to climb out of the gutter. So, she excelled, particularly taking to math and logical disciplines, and indeed did start climbing out of the gutter, getting into an IT university.
But life had other plans. She had worked day and night to be where she was, so naturally it was her right to use her skills as she saw fit, right? At least that's what she thought. Six weeks into her tertiary education, she crashed the university's mail servers with a seven line script. By the end of the second semester, she knew the location of most of her classmates' phones at all time, having infected them with malware of her own design disguised as a document file with notes shared in their messaging group. She coasted through the school scamming people and companies for her own amusement and curiosity, and naturally started selling what information she found. Hey, if Google and Facebook can do it, why couldn't she? That was what first put her in contact with Avital Shalev, the arms dealer needing some dirt on a competitor. So impressed were they with her performance that they offered her a position on his IT team. Moreover, they offered something she'd always craved: Praise, recognition and an almost family-like environment. She abandoned her studies and swiftly replaced the former head of IT when he retired for medical reasons a year later.
Unfortunately, Shalev's flight from Colombia became a messy affair, with Los Zetas and Tijuana cartel already a significant enough pincer even without Mossad mixing into things. The motorcade moved at night, hoping to avoid notice but was ambushed nonetheless, the first shot fired nearly decapitating Enri, the MRAP's armored glass likely responsible for deflecting the bullet enough to just graze her and knock her out instead. As the driver, being put out of commission made the truck crash, forcing Shalev's head of security to order a hasty retreat on foot.
It was the Zetas who retrieved her, and she likely would've ended up on some liveleak successor site were it not for one of Shalev's best customers, Clan del Golfo, raiding the compount for unrelated reasons and finding her. After that, and a plastic surgery to cover up as much of the damage as her savings allowed, she decided a change of scenery was in order, returning to Japan to use her talents elsewhere, quickly finding work with one Yakuza family.
Personality:
Formerly a shrinking violet, a brush with death made her reconsider what she expected and asked of life. Enri is loud, from her speech through dress style to music, and those who need to speak with her often either come to like J-pop or learn to text her instead of meeting in person. She is convinced she's the smartest person in the room and she'll let you now it. The kind of person who passed a MENSA IQ test for the sole purpose of using the @mensa email to flex on people.
Taking extreme pride in her skills and enjoying her work a bit too much, people who share this interest will easily find a friend and partner in crime (figurative and literal) in Enri, though she can get a bit competitive with people of similar skill at times. If you hire her for a job, you are not just a customer who has a problem you need to fix. In her mind, you've just become her best friend and whoever pissed you off, pissed off both of you. She's likewise capable of showing proper respect to people above her in a hierarchy, but those equal, below our outside of it are liable to the full spectrum spazz experience, from the gaudy golden retriever she becomes when in a good mood to being yelled at for breathing wrong when in a bad one.
Enri likely suffers from undiagnosed PTSD, exhibiting a fear of firearms and being easily startled by loud noises.
Age: 27
Standing at 158 cm (5'2"), Enri is a twig of a woman clocking in at 47 kg (103 lbs), usually making up a bit of extra height with heels. She fancies herself a cyberpunk netrunner, adopting an appropriate wardrobe and style mixing garish tops, skirts or pants and hairstyles with goth makeup, boots and trench coats when going outside. Spending most of her time staring at computer screens, Enri wears thick-lensed cat eye frame glasses over her brown eyes. An indoor dweller, she's as pale as they come
Her misadventure in Colombia as part of Avital Shalev's crew left her with a disfiguring injury to the left side of her cheek and missing her left ear. She does her best to cover it up with makeup and keeping her mane of hair combed over to the left side of her head.
Her misadventure in Colombia as part of Avital Shalev's crew left her with a disfiguring injury to the left side of her cheek and missing her left ear. She does her best to cover it up with makeup and keeping her mane of hair combed over to the left side of her head.
Nationality: Japanese
Alias: Outflaw
Skills:
- Software Sorcery: Enri is knowledgeable of most operating systems, network function and architecture, but her primary skills lie in creating custom conventional and AI-based malware, reverse-engineering malware created by others and devising ways of defending against them. She also keeps up to date on developments in programming languages, AI, firewalls and antivirus software.
- Hardware Hermetics: Sometimes the easiest way of hacking something is walking in and plugging in an infected device or pulling out the right drives and walking out with them. Enri knows her stuff when it comes to the function and setup of computers, from phones to server farms and mainframes. Her knowledge extends to electronics in general, and she can frequently be found tinkering with a soldering iron.
- Nerd Network: if there's something she can't or doesn't have the time to do, she knows someone who can, having a globe-spanning list of similarly skilled (but she's better than all of them, obviously, at least if you take her word for it) people she trusts.
History:
Enri grew up in a tiny, 95 square feet apartment in Kagoshima with her mother, a strict prison warden-esque woman economical with smiles and even more so with praise. Enri practically lived at school, at least figuratively. Out working at miscellaneous temporary jobs on good days or outright stealing on bad ones and thus unable to supervise directly, Akari Uemura enforced discipline and diligence with the belt and anything less than perfection was rarely accepted. It wasn't until nearly two decades later that Enri came to appreciate how much her mother pushed her to climb out of the gutter. So, she excelled, particularly taking to math and logical disciplines, and indeed did start climbing out of the gutter, getting into an IT university.
But life had other plans. She had worked day and night to be where she was, so naturally it was her right to use her skills as she saw fit, right? At least that's what she thought. Six weeks into her tertiary education, she crashed the university's mail servers with a seven line script. By the end of the second semester, she knew the location of most of her classmates' phones at all time, having infected them with malware of her own design disguised as a document file with notes shared in their messaging group. She coasted through the school scamming people and companies for her own amusement and curiosity, and naturally started selling what information she found. Hey, if Google and Facebook can do it, why couldn't she? That was what first put her in contact with Avital Shalev, the arms dealer needing some dirt on a competitor. So impressed were they with her performance that they offered her a position on his IT team. Moreover, they offered something she'd always craved: Praise, recognition and an almost family-like environment. She abandoned her studies and swiftly replaced the former head of IT when he retired for medical reasons a year later.
Unfortunately, Shalev's flight from Colombia became a messy affair, with Los Zetas and Tijuana cartel already a significant enough pincer even without Mossad mixing into things. The motorcade moved at night, hoping to avoid notice but was ambushed nonetheless, the first shot fired nearly decapitating Enri, the MRAP's armored glass likely responsible for deflecting the bullet enough to just graze her and knock her out instead. As the driver, being put out of commission made the truck crash, forcing Shalev's head of security to order a hasty retreat on foot.
It was the Zetas who retrieved her, and she likely would've ended up on some liveleak successor site were it not for one of Shalev's best customers, Clan del Golfo, raiding the compount for unrelated reasons and finding her. After that, and a plastic surgery to cover up as much of the damage as her savings allowed, she decided a change of scenery was in order, returning to Japan to use her talents elsewhere, quickly finding work with one Yakuza family.
Personality:
Formerly a shrinking violet, a brush with death made her reconsider what she expected and asked of life. Enri is loud, from her speech through dress style to music, and those who need to speak with her often either come to like J-pop or learn to text her instead of meeting in person. She is convinced she's the smartest person in the room and she'll let you now it. The kind of person who passed a MENSA IQ test for the sole purpose of using the @mensa email to flex on people.
Taking extreme pride in her skills and enjoying her work a bit too much, people who share this interest will easily find a friend and partner in crime (figurative and literal) in Enri, though she can get a bit competitive with people of similar skill at times. If you hire her for a job, you are not just a customer who has a problem you need to fix. In her mind, you've just become her best friend and whoever pissed you off, pissed off both of you. She's likewise capable of showing proper respect to people above her in a hierarchy, but those equal, below our outside of it are liable to the full spectrum spazz experience, from the gaudy golden retriever she becomes when in a good mood to being yelled at for breathing wrong when in a bad one.
Enri likely suffers from undiagnosed PTSD, exhibiting a fear of firearms and being easily startled by loud noises.