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Real Name: Rebecca Carroway

Alias: Anarchy

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Graphic Design & Digital Artist

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Skills: 
Improvising, lying, chemistry, complete lack of self-preservation instinct, fun to have around... at a safe distance.

Equipment/Resources: 
Spray paint, wasp spray, hairspray, lighters, stick lighters, various household chemicals, a homemade air cannon that shoots anything and everything, and duct tape.

Weaknesses: Tends to light things on fire. Yes, believe it or not that can be a bad thing. Also, she isn't to upset if she accidentally goes too far.

Base of Operation: Her studio

Bio: Rebecca Carroway was a completely normal girl most of her young life, and even now very few close to her have noticed any change in her. She always had friends, always had fun, was always smarter than others assumed, and that was her simple, ordinary life. It still is.

The change happened just over a year ago, when one idiot gangster's posturing accidentally led to an entire block burning to the ground. Rebecca was there, in the burning building as the fire licked around her feet. She was in her art studio at the time, the entire room full of all kind of paints and oils and sprays, and when the flames found those the explosion destroyed the entire floor and brought the one above crashing down. 

Rebecca? She survived by closing herself inside a refrigerator as the building collapsed and burned around her. The only injuries on her were minor burns to her feet and some bruising. She had nearly died, had been terrified, but she had also felt something else as she was nearly swallowed up by those flames: a rush of staring death in the face and not blinking, of winning.

Anarchy is her way of seeking out that rush again, of picking fights with death on her terms and coming out on top night after night. She seeks out danger that borders on certain suicide and throws herself at it. It isn't her goal to make the city safer or protect the innocent, she just wants to feel that overwhelming sense of being alive in situations where every moment next she could be dead.