Name: Warawasa Mamushi
Nickname: Habs
Age: 21

Physical Description:
Mamushi would look more punk if he could muster the effort of a high-maintenance hair-style.

In many ways the prototypical hacker, Mamushi is a bit short and the kind of skinny that screams 'eat a damn sandwich'. With jet black hair worn shaggy to his shoulders and anywhere between one to five days of facial pubes on his jaw, it's apparent from moment one that he couldn't give less of a shit about what he looks like. In perhaps surprising contrast, underneath the massive black hoodies and sweat pants he wears one might be surprised by the artwork he's had scrawled onto his thin frame. A tattoo and body-mod enthusiast, he sports a number of visible piercings on his face and tattoos in the weirdest places--the inside of his lips, the backs of his ears. In between his finger. Rumors have it that his whole damn scalp is covered, though nobody's managed to shave him to find out. 

His affect at the best of times is flat but for his wide, thin lips, which are alarmingly expressive considering how little he moves the rest of his face.

Syndicate Class: Security/Eraser (Digital)

Warawasa Mamushi is a special kind of idiot that shows up every once and a blue moon. The kind of idiot with a list of prescriptions longer than most people's groceries and an IQ higher than most people think IQs can go. The kind of idiot who was scouted by MIT when he was fourteen and quit on day one when his teacher wouldn't let him smoke in class. The kind of idiot who made the last surveillance expert the Syndicate in Regalia had look like a fucking joke when he started emailing him the videos of Syndicate HQ when he cracked the best security in the city to see if he could.

The kind of idiot who got hired on and told to do better after said fuck-up was dealt with in front of him.

Nowadays he's the kind of idiot who knows everything you never wanted him to. He's the one who reads your text messages and listens to you lie to your girlfriend about where you'll be tonight. The one that watches you leave Xerxes on a Friday night at 10:48pm and stop in for some taquitos at 11:09pm while your gas is filling. That binge watches what Liv White does to people when she's having a bad day.

And is paid very, very well to make sure he's the only one who does.