Phaesaris

Land of the Damned

Sera McKenna

Name
Sera McKenna

Gender
Female

Age
18-21

Species
Human(?)

Personality
- Ambitious
- Coy
- Courageous
- Outgoing

Abilities
- Pryokinesis
- Fire-Resistance

Genres
Urban Fantasy/Fantast/Supernatural

Virtual Reality iCheck

Definitely interested.

A Tale of Thieves - Part One; Running and Hiding

With a muttered, "Thanks,", Emmi warily made her way past the Orc and towards the tunnel. Her stomach churned violently. Not from the stench -- though that certainly didn't help -- but from unease. This whole situation was suspicious, no doubt about it. She had heard stories of beginning hackers falling for similar traps, only to be ambushed by authorities or pissed off victims. But Emmi wasn't a beginner. Just desperate cracker armed with a kitchen utensil.

Emmi took a nervous breath and slipped into the room. a few lights were wired along the stone ceiling, giving off a hellishly crimson glow. A large bed lay on the far side of the room and a couch sat beside. The mix of sweat and aphrodisiac was, thankfully, less potent here. Poised on the sofa was a person, their features hidden in shadow. No doubt that this was the mystery sender. "I have to say," she spoke, keeping her voice light and joking despite her shaking hands, "I've never had a secret admirer before. Though I'm pretty sure you're supposed to send flowers and not creepy letter."

Young, Wild and Free

I hope this doesn't die soon!

Young, Wild and Free

Jac stretched and yawned. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed up all night writing that song. After passing out at three in the morning and waking up two hours later to compose the melody, the musician was just about ready to hit the hay. She hummed the tune from last night, eyes closing. Meet fingers tapped rhythmically against the countertop. If only she had some more blank sheet music then--

Her eyes widened, instantly awake. Sheet music! That's what she kept forgetting to buy from town! Jac leapt down from the counter and strode towards the fridge before grabbing a notepad and writing 'Who's Going to Town?'. She stuck it back on the fridge and looked around questioningly at the others.

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i have a job for you
$15000 if you accept
more if you complete
see you there

Emmi read and reread the email, her fingers tapping out an anxious beat against the desk. Beneath the text were a set of directions leading to a place called Lucy's Lovehouse. No doubt it was some brothel down in the slums of The Circuit. But why meet there? In fact, why meet in public at all? Most people requested the aid of K4B00M through hacker chatrooms and indirect contact. But to meet privately and directly? It was suspicious. A quick check proved the original sender untraceable. Oh yeah, definitely suspicious. It was trap made for idiots...

...or the utterly desperate.

$15000.
Emmi cast the duct tape covered monstrosity she called a table dubious glance. Piled high on top was a stack of bills, with some envelopes already overflowing to the floor. It was a miracle the landlady hadn't kicked her out yet. Emmi's eyes switched back to the monitor screen. $15000 and more...

With a resigned sigh, Emmi switched off her computer. She grabbed her laptop and, after a moment of hesitation, a kitchen knife. The blunt edge was probably as harmful as a fly against a lion, but where she was going, being armed was better than nothing.

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The Circuit was, much to a her chagrin, as loud and crowded as ever, if not more. Emmi gripped her laptop case closer to her chest and pulled her jacket hood farther over her head as merchants called out in an attempt to sell their illegal goods. A couple of prostitutes, mistaking her boyish looks, gave flirtatious winks while showing off more than Emmi needed to see. A couple of pickpockets eyed her with interest, only to be shooed off with a sharp glare. How she hated going down here. Then again, Emmi held a deep contempt for going anywhere. It was the online Circuit that Emmi preferred, where she became the infamously arrogant K4B00M and not an anxiety filled hermit. But sacrifices had to be made.

A bright, neon pink light caught Emmi's eye. Nestled inbetween a rowdy bar simply called The Saloon and a shady pawnshop was a rundown establishment painted with faded shades of pink and red. Lucy's Lovehouse. Save for a handful of pickpockets and drunkards lingering around the front, the location was mostly empty, if not abandoned.

Emmi slowed, doubt flickering across her mind. This was either a trick that led to death, or a reward of an easier life. With one hand gripping her laptop and another clenching her knife, Emmi pushed through the door and stepped inside.

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Sorry about the wait! There's a flu going around the school, and I was unfortunate enough to be hit with it. Luckily I'm feeling much better and I've got my post ready!

Red Skies

Yo?

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I'm ready steady to start. And if you don't mind, I would like that info on Polis' techno computer matrix jazz, please.

A Tale of Thieves - Part One; Running and Hiding

k4b00m/Emmi Yung

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Name // Moniker - Emmi Yung, or k4b00m when online.

Race - Human

Age - 22

Archetype // Expertise - Hacker

Skills:
- Hacking
• Need stolen info? A cleared record? A virus sent to your enemies? Emmi's your gal. She can hack into almost anything, at a price.
- Lying
• Its all part of the job, really. Years of lying to parents, authorities, even clients have trained her tongue.

Attributes
- Intelligent
- Diligent
- Stubborn
- Ambitious

Equipment
- Laptop
• A small device that can get major tasks done. Formerly a Styx Inc. product, it was altered to get things done faster and better.
- Flashdrives
• These things hold vital files. Viruses, ready to slip out and infect. Documents that have been deleted or altered. Plans paid by traitors to be given to the enemy. All in itty bitty drives that no one can ever fit in on their first try.

Background
Emmi Yung was born and raised in an environment of high expectations. Her mother, a well known mathematician, and her father, the CEO of the tech industry Styx Inc., governed their daughter through strict rules and regulations. Be on time. Focus on work and not friends. Keep everything in order. Do not, ever, make us look bad. Any complaints to these rules, even if it's as simple as a look, was met with verbal abuse and confiscation of all items.

Life wasn't all bad, though. As Emmi matured, she took an interest in technology. Specifically, computers and programs. For days she would spent studying codes and data, eager to gut out her laptop and learn it from the inside out. It was one of the few things that her parents didn't hinder her on.
Though creating programs was amusing, there was one area that really intrigued her: hacking. Emmi didn't just want to create codes, she wanted to corrupt, manipulate, destroy. With hacking, she held a power that she normally couldn't possess in her environment. And by God did she love it.

She started small. Messing with social media accounts, editing small websites, rigging links with pranks and jumpscares -- things that she could easily get away with. Nothing big or important. After all, Emmi was still learning. But the more she did, the more ambitious she got. At sixteen, the girl was hacking into big name websites. By seventeen, she was making cash by selling stolen business plans to rivals. By eighteen, she was nearly complete with creating a small worm virus. Emmi was young, but under the name 'HOAX', she was a well known hacker in the Circuit. There were a few close calls, but no one suspected the 'well-behaved' daughter of two great minds.

It seemed that everything was going to go well. Emmi was famous (even if it was through illegal means), she was making cash, and she was rebelling against the tyrants she called her parents without them knowing a thing. But nothing lasts forever.
While clearing the record of a client, a slip up caused Emmi to be caught and tracked down by authorities. The incident was a big fiasco, with officials only being quieted down by her parents having close ties with the police force and media. Jail was a hairs width away from Emmi, and it was only through her famil's bribary that got her scotch free. Not out of love or family ties, though, but out of nessecity. The need to look good and keep a clean record. After all, who wants to associate themselves with someone who raised an infamous hacker?

Shortly after the incident, Emmi was kicked out of the house. All ties with her family were cut, leaving the young woman to live on her own with only a bag full of clothes and a few thousand dollars. She bought an apartment, where she lingered off line for a year or so. After all, suspicions were still high. Time passed. The bills grew, and so did the urge to get back to 'work'. Hacking held a certain rush that Emmi needed, and the money was only there to add to the fun. With wha was left of her cash, Emmi bought herself her computer and, under the new alias 'k4b00m', was back online.