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The Black Delta

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Jacqueline opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her cheek. She blinked a few times to steady her gaze. For a second, she did not know where she was. Once her vision came to pass she noticed she was laying on sand and could hear the water as it lapped on the beach. She began to get up but felt a twinge of pain on her left side. She fell back to the ground, letting the pain subside. She moved to her right side, glancing down to where the pain was, and noticed her clothing torn and a dark cut along her left thigh and up past her hip.

How did she....

And then she remembered.

It was supposed to be a trip. Simple. Or as simple as expected on a voyage over harsh waters. She had looked for the best possible ship to make the trip. Her sisters, her family, begged her not to go. "It's not worth it," they proclaimed, but she knew better. She had to go. The time among her Order was not long and if they had any hope of surviving and prospering, they needed somewhere fresh to start.

And here she was now laying on a beach, wounded and thirsty.

She moved herself up to a sitting position, or what cold best be described as one given the nature of her wounds. She looked around to see if anyone else on the ship was up and about like her. She noted that a few sailors were nearby, but she did not put much faith into them waking up. So what of the other members not a part of the crew? And the Captain?

It would not do her well to sit here and wait. She would need to tend to her wounds if she wanted to continue on. She moved herself to her feet, clenching her teeth as her wound opened up. But she was standing. She gripped her side, looking around for some tools or supplies that survived the crash.

There was a crash, wasn't there? Surely she didn't just wash up on the beach after a drunken night on the ship. Her mind was blurry and she fought for the memories to return. Alas, no luck. Maybe one of the others would stir awake and could let her know what happened. Until then, she would need to find something to help her injuries. And maybe the others, if they needed it. Then she could get to work on figuring out where she was and how to get to where she needed to be.

Pariah

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Midtown

The lighter flicked on and off at regular intervals. Though she didn't smoke, Harlow kept it with her as a memento and a reminder. "All the better to burn it to the fucking ground, my dear," she thought to herself. She sat on the ground, allowing others to pass her by. She often did this. Hood pulled over her head, shadowing her face. Few people, in any, gave her notice. She preferred it. Not only was NOVA looking for her, she didn't want attention. Attention meant eyes and eyes were the creepiest part of the body. They hid intentions. She knew all too well.

She had been listening to the newsstream as well as law enforcement broadcasts. She had hacked her way into it to allow her at least some warning should she be discovered. However, something had piqued her interest.

The first was the story about the disappearance of two Nobles. Harlow had taken some small satisfaction in that, though she was not involved. To her, Nobles were no better than NOVA. Variants who sold themselves to the highest bidder. And the Glorious Alliance? Simply put, it was full of showoffs and sellouts purely in it to make a buck or to get others to fawn over them. She hoped the two that disappeared were in a ditch somewhere, their perfectly tailored clothes ripped to shreds and their faces caked with dirt and blood.

The second news story was different.

A fire in a lab with variants seen fleeing the scene. Had they started the fire? She would bet money that they did. Attention would be on that lab for a while. It would be suicide to go over there.

So she stood up and began walking in that direction.

If only to see the fire burn. To see the destruction it caused. The life extinguished. Her brother would get upset if he heard her talk like that. It was why she kept it inside. If she let it out, who knew what would happen?

Wonderland.

A name from an old children's book about a young girl who fell down a rabbit hole into another world where she had to survive an onslaught from many characters, each with seemingly hidden ill-will towards the girl. The Queen wanted her head, the Cat talked in riddles, even the Mad Hatter could not be a reliable ally.

It connected with her deeply. The feeling of not knowing what was going on around you and was saddled with this 'curse' as there was no other word for it. The only thing you could do was continue onward and hope you survived the next encounter.

So who's to say why Harlow made her way toward the lab? Was it out of wonder? Terror? Curiosity? Maybe all of the sins above. Either way, today was going to be interesting.

The Black Delta

Jacqueline Lythandros

Jacqueline Lythandros

Andred | 28 | Female

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Appearance

Jacqueline stands at 5'9'' and has an athletic build due to years of training. Her hair is a light blonde color and it falls to the middle of her back. She has light brown eyes and a pale complexion. Jacqueline prefers lighter armor to move around in, traditionally made of leather. She has a scar on the right side of her neck from her childhood that has faded.

Jacqueline also has a hawk companion named Pascal who is tan and brown.

Personality

Jacquenline has been called headstrong since the moment she opened her eyes upon birth. Despite living a rather opulent life, Jacqueline preferred running outdoors, climbing trees, and taming animals. She would play with the other children by acting out battles. As she got older, Jacqueline grew even more independent and determined. When she throws herself into a cause, she puts her whole heart behind it, almost to a fault. Jacqueline sticks to her beliefs and looks out for her sisters-in-arms. Despite this, Jacqueline is slow to trust and it would take effort to get her to open up.

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Background

• Profession: Mercenary
• Class: Ranger
• Heritage: Noble born, but has since renounced that life and has joined the Daughters of the Blade.

History Jacqueline was born into a Noble Andred household, the youngest of 5 siblings. Being the youngest and only daughter, it was expected that Jacqueline would learn proper duties for Noblewomen. However, Jacqueline would often run around the home, getting dirty, picking fights with neighboring boys, and doing all she could to cause trouble. It became increasingly clear that, as the years went on, Jacqueline would not be a traditional Noble.

During her schooling, Jacqueline was also trained to use a bow and arrow. The reason was two-fold. After imploring her father, Edmond, to allow her to learn how to defend herself, he consented to learn archery as it was seen as more "dignified". Jacqueline's archery teacher, a woman named Lorelai, worked her daily, learning how to shoot an arrow from low or high and even on horseback. Lorelai, in secret, also trained Jacqueline to use a sword. Her father found out and cast out Lorelai.

Soon Jacqueline became of age when it was expected she would get married. Jacqueline had never expressed any romantic desire for anyone. Unbeknownst to her father, her mother, Ysolde, caught Jacqueline with another Noble girl. Promising to keep it a secret so long as Jacqueline did what she had to when the time came, Jacqueline finally admitted that she had no intention of marrying a man to produce offspring. Her father, in a fit of rage, kicked her out of her home. Her mother followed suit.

At first she struggled, having been raised within the confines of a castle, Jacqueline relied on the kindness of strangers, but she had to leave her city behind given that they knew who she was. On the outskirts, she ran into an elderly man being harassed by bandits. Using her quick thinking and sword skills, she bested them and sent them packing. The elderly man, named Barnabas, offered to take her wherever she needed to go. She quickly accepted the offer and made her way to the neighboring town.

Jacqueline lived off the land for a bit, traveling as far as she could each day. It was during these travels that she came to meet the Daughters of the Blade, who shared similar stories. They provided her shelter and food and made no inclination to recruit her. Instead, they shared stories filled with triumphs and hardships and Jacqueline found herself connecting with the sisterhood. Soon, Jacqueline pledged her loyalty, joining the Order and training with them.

During her training, she befriended another member named Phoebe. The two shared similar stories of their families throwing them out for refusing to bend their knees and be a "traditional lady". Phoebe admitted she had no desire, romantically or sexually, for anyone and that it made her feel "off" compared to others of her age. The two formed a tight bond with one another, looking out for each other.

It was then she found her home.

Reason for Travel

Jacqueline is hoping to find a place where she could set up a new Order and bring others with her. She also needs time away from the group to get herself situated mentally and emotionally as she is betraying their trust.

Motivation/Goal

Despite her love of the Daughters of the Blade, there are rumors that the leadership is at odds with one another. Talk among the members states that the group may not be around for much longer. Jacqueline knows she would be nothing if the group disbanded and has made the decision to travel in search of a place where she could form her own order. She has spoken to a few other members who have agreed to join her once it is set up, though Jacqueline knows this would make her an enemy of the leaders of the Order once it is done.

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Capabilities

Equipment

Money

0 for the moment

Languages

Northern

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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Never enough superheroes

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

_{Chapter 1: Never a Dull Day}

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_{Domino's Office ♦ The Bronx, New York City}

Carolyn typed on her keyboard, eyes scanning the page in front of her. She pushed her glasses up her nose, a bad habit when she was in a "thinky mood". The fact her boss rarely, if ever, did paperwork would annoy another personal assistant, but it made Carolyn's day. The fact she could get it all done in a matter of minutes was neither here nor there. Even if it took her all day, she would relish it. After all, how many people could say their boss was a genuine superhero? Granted, her boss would kill her if she heard that word used. Her boss had a habit of hating "heroes". She recalled a day not too long ago when the two of them were drinking at the nearby pub and the news was on ("The fuck kind of pub has the news on and not a stupid sports game" her boss had asked no one in particular) and someone on there had mentioned heroes. "If people acted decently towards others, there would be no need for heroes" her boss had said. Carolyn didn't ask for elaboration.

However, as she typed, her eyes scanned the nearby video she had pulled up to the side. On it, the news anchor was speaking about the Brotherhood of Mutants and their rise from non-aggressive tactics to full-blown violence. IF she were honest with herself, Carolyn could see reason on both sides. The president all but saying mutants were a menace and moving forward with the Mutant Control Act, is anyone surprised they would lash out?

The door to the office slammed and Carolyn quickly shut the video down as her boss glided in.

Neena, or Domino to her enemies (or enemies turned lovers back to enemies), appeared like she just rolled out of bed. Sunglasses covered last night's binge drinking and this morning's hangover. "Carolyn. How's the best secretary in the Bronx doing tonight, baby?"

Carolyn's eye twitched. "Personal assistant. You know how I feel about that word."

Neena made a 'pssht' noise ad flipped her hand. "I know, I know, but it's sooooo sexy! Never would have thought I'd have my own one of those, let me tell you."

"Well if you continue to not fill out reports and leave me with them, you won't have one at all."

"Bitch, please, I know you have a lady boner for doing it. But I'll try to be more on top of it. Anywhoodle, any new clients?"

"Your friend came in talking about some gang activity, but other than that, nothing came in. He's in your office."

Neena finger-gunned Carolyn and made her way to her office door. She opened the door and saw Ceasar laying on her couch, snoring. She picked up one of the books she had on the table that made it seem like an actual office and not just a place she nursed her headaches and tossed it on the boy's stomach. He woke up with an 'oof' before knocking the book to the ground. "Hey! What'd you do that for?"

"My office is not your bedroom. I get things are tight at home, but you still need to go to school. Education's important."

The two waited a beat before barreling over in laughter.

"Sorry, have to say that otherwise I get sued. What are you here for?"

Ceasar, a hispanic 16-year old boy who constantly wore a knit cap on his head and baggy pants that exposed his buns to everyone within its radius, came over to her desk and sat down. "You hear the news?"

Neena waved his question away. "Course not. All it ever is is bad stuff going on. I'm already aware of that being a Black woman in America."

"Well that's not why I'm here anyway. Word on the street is something big's going down."

"Typical players?"

"Nah, chica. This one's different. Heard of The Big Man?"

"I don't do religion Ceasar..."

"No not that Big Guy. The Big Man. He's this enigma. No one knows who he is but he has his fingers all over. I heard a local group talk about working for him. I think something's happening."

"Something is always happening." Nenna leaned back in her chair as she pondered this. "The Big Man huh? Sounds like a supervillain. I ain't some do-gooder, cape wearing, skintight latex freak. That's out of my wheelhouse unless he hurts one of mine."

Ceasar knew this. Respected this. He also hated superheroes. "I only bring it up because I think he's making his move into the Bronx. If he does, things are going to get dangerous. Well....more dangerous."

Neena sighed and rubbed her temples. "It's never a dull day here, is it?"

"That's why we are lucky to have you."

Luck. Heh, that was funny. Maybe her power, the power she was hated for despite its good intentions, was being used for more than just nabbing up criminals. "Thanks Ceasar. Keep an ear to the ground for me. In the meantime, I may hit the streets, see if I can pick up work."

Cearar snapped his fingers and exited the room. "See ya in my dream's tonight Carolyn."

"You are a minor Ceasar. Don't make me call your mom."

"Aww, man. Why you gotta do me like that?"

The door closed and Neena waited for a beat before she picked up her belt, fitted with an assortment of protective merchandise, and her leather jacket, flying it over her shoulders. "I'm heading out. Call me if something comes in, but if not, take the rest of the day off."

"You know damn well I'll be here until sundown doing your notes."

"Love you, baby!"

Neena exited her building and began walking in any direction. She had a feeling today would be wild.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

@Retired Would it be okay if I incorporate The Big Man into Domino's history. Not actually him, obviously, but his connection to streeg gangs and small time criminals?

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

All these talks about plans and connecting characters and storylines and meanwhile I'm over here like....

"When's the IC gonna start?"

The Black Delta

Jacqueline Lythandros

Jacqueline Lythandros

Andred | 28 | Female

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Appearance

Jacqueline stands at 5'9'' and has an athletic build due to years of training. Her hair is a light blonde color and it falls to the middle of her back. She has light brown eyes and a pale complexion. Jacqueline prefers lighter armor to move around in, traditionally made of leather. She has a scar on the right side of her neck from her childhood that has faded.

Jacqueline also has a hawk companion named Pascal who is tan and brown.

Personality

Jacquenline has been called headstrong since the moment she opened her eyes upon birth. Despite living a rather opulent life, Jacqueline preferred running outdoors, climbing trees, and taming animals. She would play with the other children by acting out battles. As she got older, Jacqueline grew even more independent and determined. When she throws herself into a cause, she puts her whole heart behind it, almost to a fault. Jacqueline sticks to her beliefs and looks out for her sisters-in-arms. Despite this, Jacqueline is slow to trust and it would take effort to get her to open up.

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Background

• Profession: Mercenary
• Class: Ranger
• Heritage: Noble born, but has since renounced that life and has joined the Daughters of the Blade.

History Jacqueline was born into a Noble Andred household, the youngest of 5 siblings. Being the youngest and only daughter, it was expected that Jacqueline would learn proper duties for Noblewomen. However, Jacqueline would often run around the home, getting dirty, picking fights with neighboring boys, and doing all she could to cause trouble. It became increasingly clear that, as the years went on, Jacqueline would not be a traditional Noble.

During her schooling, Jacqueline was also trained to use a bow and arrow. The reason was two-fold. After imploring her father, Edmond, to allow her to learn how to defend herself, he consented to learn archery as it was seen as more "dignified". Jacqueline's archery teacher, a woman named Lorelai, worked her daily, learning how to shoot an arrow from low or high and even on horseback. Lorelai, in secret, also trained Jacqueline to use a sword. Her father found out and cast out Lorelai.

Soon Jacqueline became of age when it was expected she would get married. Jacqueline had never expressed any romantic desire for anyone. Unbeknownst to her father, her mother, Ysolde, caught Jacqueline with another Noble girl. Promising to keep it a secret so long as Jacqueline did what she had to when the time came, Jacqueline finally admitted that she had no intention of marrying a man to produce offspring. Her father, in a fit of rage, kicked her out of her home. Her mother followed suit.

At first she struggled, having been raised within the confines of a castle, Jacqueline relied on the kindness of strangers, but she had to leave her city behind given that they knew who she was. On the outskirts, she ran into an elderly man being harassed by bandits. Using her quick thinking and sword skills, she bested them and sent them packing. The elderly man, named Barnabas, offered to take her wherever she needed to go. She quickly accepted the offer and made her way to the neighboring town.

Jacqueline lived off the land for a bit, traveling as far as she could each day. It was during these travels that she came to meet the Daughters of the Blade, who shared similar stories. They provided her shelter and food and made no inclination to recruit her. Instead, they shared stories filled with triumphs and hardships and Jacqueline found herself connecting with the sisterhood. Soon, Jacqueline pledged her loyalty, joining the Order and training with them.

During her training, she befriended another member named Phoebe. The two shared similar stories of their families throwing them out for refusing to bend their knees and be a "traditional lady". Phoebe admitted she had no desire, romantically or sexually, for anyone and that it made her feel "off" compared to others of her age. The two formed a tight bond with one another, looking out for each other.

It was then she found her home.

Reason for Travel

Jacqueline is hoping to find a place where she could set up a new Order and bring others with her. She also needs time away from the group to get herself situated mentally and emotionally as she is betraying their trust.

Motivation/Goal

Despite her love of the Daughters of the Blade, there are rumors that the leadership is at odds with one another. Talk among the members states that the group may not be around for much longer. Jacqueline knows she would be nothing if the group disbanded and has made the decision to travel in search of a place where she could form her own order. She has spoken to a few other members who have agreed to join her once it is set up, though Jacqueline knows this would make her an enemy of the leaders of the Order once it is done.

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Capabilities

Equipment

Money

0 for the moment

Languages

Northern

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Avengers: Unlimited

Black Cat

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Name: Felicia Hardy

Alias: Black Cat

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Personality: ☙ Cunning ☙ Imaginitive ☙ Vivacious ☙ Secretive ☙ Impulsive

Powers:

• Cat-Like Reflexes: Felicia is able to maneuver easily, flipping, diving, and the like. She also lands on her feet and has great balance, which allows her to move about the city with ease.
• Bad Luck Aura: Felicia has no control over this power. Rather it turns on automatically, but only to those in her field of view. This passive power alters the "luck" of those Felicia sees, leading to bad luck for her enemies.
• Retractable Claws: Built into Felicia's suit, these claws extend from her hand and can aid in a fight, providing a nasty cut, and can also help Felicia climb things easily.

Skills:

• Lockpicking
• Martial Arts
• Acrobatics
• Hacking
• Criminal Justice
• Singing
• Assessing Valuables

History: Growing up, Felicia did not know what her father did for a living. The only thing she knew was that he was gone most nights and that her family lived pretty well off compared to others. As she got older, her father gradually opened up to her and brought her into the fold of his line of work: High-Market Heists. Her father knew what to target and when and made a pretty penny off of it.

Her father trained her, starting off small with petty thievery such as picking pockets, and moved her on to tackling larger hits. Felicia found she had a knack for this. This was only compounded by the fact her father was so proud of her.

When Felicia was 12 years old, her father was shot by a friend of his after betraying him. He was left bleeding out in the streets. Taken to the hospital with extensive injuries, the doctors informed her father and herself that he did not have much time. Her father encouraged Felicia to give up the life he raised her in as it would only lead to heartache. Soon after, her father passed.

Felicia burned with rage. She continued to work and train, pulling off hits well into her adolescence and young adulthood. This was the time that Felicia donned the Black Cat ensemble. Felicia's targets got more and more dangerous and deadly. Felicia went so far as to target the man who shot her father. This led to a confrontation between the two where Felicia clawed his face. Left with the opportunity to end the man's life, she was stopped by a masked hero named Spider-Man. The hero pleaded with her to not take his life and to be better. Felicia, angered by the interruption, allowed the man to go free. She fled soon after.

Felicia continued to steal, but in the back of her mind, Spider-Man's words echoed. She hated what she had become. Her father, despite his past, would never have killed anyone.

So Felicia decided the life of crime was not for her. In this redemption arc, Felicia started her own business, a private detective firm. Having insider knowledge of the city's criminal underbelly and using her former thief skills for good, Felicia was able to get a steady flow of cases. Felicia, during this, reached out to Spider-Man as a way of connecting with him and thanking him for showing her what she could become.

Sample Story lines:

• A past target seeks revenge against Felicia and wants her dead. Due to the fact she has had many targets, this does not narrow down the list of people it could be.
• A new case leads to a trail of murders, throwing Felicia into the thick of it. What lies at the end of the journey is a new adversary.

Extra/Notes:

• Connected background to Spider-Man and Lizard
• Due to her having her own private detective agency, I am willing to work with others who may have crossed paths with her, either during her time as a criminal or after she went good and started her business.

Pariah

Wonderland

Name | Harlow Bishop

Alias | Wonderland

Age | 20

Gender | Female

Appearance | Harlow is a Caucasian female with long. blonde hair, silver eyes, and a cream complexion. Harlow dresses in what one would describe as "punk" or "goth" depending on the day, usually with leather jackets, ripped jeans, combat boots, and lace camisoles in red, pink, or white. Harlow has both ears pierced (three on each side) and a small stud on her upper lip on the left side. Harlow wears make-up, usually red or black lipstick, foundation, blush, black eyeliner, and mascara.

Notoriety | Wanted

Danger Level/Variant Type | Level 3 Inhibitor

Abilities | Harlow's abilities revolve around her 'cursing' other people. Depending on the curse inflicted, different results occur.

• Queen of Hearts: Through the use of curses, Harlow is able to command others. When cursed, the other person feels drawn to complete the task given. If the task is not completed, the person feels a sense of despair until it is done. Depending on the task, the despair could be mild and manageable or lead to depression and feelings of contempt for oneself. The target may be able to break out of the curse.
• Mad Hatter: Harlow is able to cast a curse that has the target see hallucinations. Given that these are hallucinations, to the average person, nothing is there. But to the target, they are very real and can be seen. heard. smelled, touched, and tasted. The hallucinations last for a short period of time unless the curse is maintained.
• Cheshire Cat: Harlow is able to inflict pain through the use of her curses. The pain is only physical and, while there are no wounds to be seen, the pain feels real. The pain cannot cause death as there are no actual wounds being inflicted.

[Gear]
Attire | Black Leather Jacker, Pink 'As If' Top, Flared Black Jeans, Black Boots
Armament/Equipment | Portable Hacking Device, Lockpick, Small Knife, Burner Phone, Fake ID.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]

Affiliation | Independent

Personality/Habits | Harlow is slow to trust others having been more or less alone for her life. As such, she does not wear her heart on her sleeve. To most people, she is a snarky, sarcastic individual who is not afraid to put a person in their place. To those who are able to pierce her armor, Harlow is a person who cares about fairness and justice for those not in power. Harlow is drawn to fighting and ensuring everyone sees the people in power for who they truly are.

Occupation/Trade | Hacker/Anarchist

Skills/Talents |

• Hacking
• Cyber Security
• Virus Implementation
• Coding
• Guitar Playing
• Decrypting
• Electronic Repair

Family |

Quincy Bishop: Harlow's younger brother. The two of them are almost inseparable, much to Quincy's dismay. The two of them only had each other growing up and had to rely on each other to ensure they had food and shelter. Quincy is interested in being famous and has done all he can to be noticed as a dancer.

• D0min8: Harlow has never met the person behind the handle, but despite this, the two of them have a friendship that borders on familial. The two have only exchanged words through text, but they have helped each other on jobs. There are very few people Harlow trusts, but D0min8 is one of them.
• Thallia Bishop: Harlow and Quincy's mother. A trust fund baby who never wanted children, but went along with her ex-husband's desire for offspring. Once he passed, Thallia tossed her children to the street to fend for themselves. Ever since then, Harlow has made it a side mission to make sure Thallia never knows what happiness is.
• Allistair Emory: The man who took Harlow and Quincy in as children and trained them. Eventually, he proved himself to be a piece of garbage, but Harlow could at least appreciate the skills he imparted to her.

Background | Harlow knew life on the streets. She knew from a young age after her mother kicked her brother and her out of their childhood home. The woman who was her mother wanted nothing to do with them after their father passed away. Fewer mouths to feed meant less income being wasted. Harlow did what she could to provide for herself and her brother, but it was tough. Authorities drove them away whenever they found a suitable place to sleep, no one batted an eye as two broken children walked past. Any kindness shown to them was quickly taken.

Harlow quickly learned that to make it, she would need to get tougher. So Harlow opted for stealing. This worked for a while and fed their stomachs, but they would need more. An older man saw the two of them and offered them a deal: work for him and get provided a roof and food. Quincy was eager to accept but Harlow was not so sure. She agreed on a tentative basis and promised to run as soon as things got dicey.

However, Harlow saw the work they did as necessary. Harlow was given insight into electronic systems, showing how to enter the backdoor and wreak havoc. Harlow quickly took to the lessons, showing promise beyond her years.

Soon though, the man, Allistair, made it clear that there was more Harlow needed to do to earn her place in his home. When she made it clear she would not be doing so, he attempted to force her. Harlow managed to get away, taking a knife to Allistair's shoulder. Harlow grabbed Quincy and ran back to the streets.

Despite the setback, Harlow used her newfound skills to earn an income and was able to find a place for her and Quincy. Now Harlow aims to fight back against the people and systems set up to see that she and people like her fair.

They will all pay.