Her loyalties are to the 404. Two members of the group cared for her after the death of her father and then proceeded to teach her everything she knew until she was ready to become and offical member of the group. Appearance:
Being of Ukrainian and Sri-Lankan descent, Nadia has a somewhat ambiguous appearance as far as ethnicity goes. Her hair (usually tied back into a pony-tail) is about to her waist and black. Her almond-shaped eyes are naturally a very dark brown, but thanks to her optical implants now bounce between a bright blue and neon green that glows in the dark- Playing hide and seek was somewhat difficult as a child. She stands at 5'6'' in height, and while she's not exactly what one would call toned, she has a strong and sturdy build that helps her when she decides to play with bigger guns in between working on coding.
//YOUR SOULPERSONAL GOAL:
Vengeance and anarchy, or at least the money to make both possible. New Malacca is a place teeming with opportunities for jobs, contacts, and overall advancement to her end goal of ruining whatever corporate giant caused the death of her father. In the process she hopes to find dirt on whatever other corrupt organizations are out there as well and plunge them into chaos. Oh she doesn't want good people to suffer, but the idea of watching those who would take advantage of the poor burn brings a smile to her face. LIKES:
- Playing games
- Modding the software in her body mods
- Hacking into government databases and screwing with them (she has a particular fondness for changing the names of their files)
- Looking for new guns to buy
- Drawing in her datapad
- Corruption (go figure)
- Being told she's crazy
To the old lady who lives across from her, Nadia is the sweet girl next door who always helps her with taking the trash out. Perhaps she's a little odd, but definitely driven and is bound for great things... whenever she gets out of this dump. The people she always has over though seem a bit sketchy.
To the assholes whose AR consoles have suddenly crashed in the midst of them harassing some kid, she's the echo in the white static of their displays telling them that they might want to check their bank accounts, right before a virtual cream pie with the words "You've been sliced(an archaic term that she started using ironically as a joke, but it eventually just became a part of her online persona)" gets hurled at them. As the cool sensation of the dessert drips down their tactile body suits, in real life all of their hardware begins to fry and die.
But to those who know her best, Nadia is someone with unending potential and drive, and perhaps just a tiny bit of mental instability. She's sweet, speaks softly, doesn't seem to ever intentionally get on anyone's bad side, always shows up with a smile on her face and baked goods in hand to share, and absolutely revels in the chaos that her mind can reign down on unsuspecting targets of the 404. It's whispered that sometimes she gets in over her head, that one day it's going to catch up to her, and that it's a shame such talent will die so young. But no one has the heart to say it to her face.
There are also whispers that if one were to try and follow her (though such a task is certainly not an easy one) they could find her playing in the deep. The whispers say that when she was younger, she found a way into this forbidden world and used to play with the ancient AIs whose subroutines had degraded to the point of madness, and that they
were the ones that taught her how to dance through the virtual world- not her 404 associates.
Such rumors are surely just that though... right? HEEL:
Nadia is convinced that she cannot be stopped. She's too clever, too good
for the self-righteous nobodies that the big organizations would hire to track her down, and there's no way she'll ever get caught. Of course she is
quite skilled at her job but she forgets that there is always
someone better. There is always someone who can catch her. To anyone else this reality is undeniable, but Nadia has convinced herself that there is no way in this or any world that she will be stopped before she's brought down whoever it was that made her father disappear. CODE:
Nadia believes in standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves, and generally helping the helpless. She helps her old neighbor clean the ratty apartment, she attacks the jackasses who pick on kids who just want to play a game, and she crushes the organizations that take advantage of those who rely on them. Nadia knows what it feels like to be totally helpless and she'll do whatever it takes to make sure no one else has to feel that way. QUIRKS:
She always has a baked good of some kind on her. Always. Nadia adores baking as it's the only thing she remembers really doing with her mother, and anyone who knows her is aware that if they come within ten feet of her they will be offered a cookie, cupcake, bagel, tart, or whatever else she might have made that particular day. It's so far past the point of just being a hobby. Thanks to this little quirk, Nadia always seems to smell faintly of vanilla or cinnamon- her favorite spice. She also has the habit of speaking in a sing-song voice whenever she's panicked (i.e. We're all gonna die~~~)
Nadia grew up in West Bengal Port. Her mom kept up a job as a warehouse worker and provided for their family while her father worked from home doing odd jobs as a hacker. When Nadia was older she learned that not only was her father a hacker, but that he worked with the notorious 404. Her parents had done their best to keep this information from her. Unfortunately for them Nadia was a rather bright child that was too observant for her own good, and the random bits of coding and hacking that her father taught had been enough for her to figure out what he was doing when she was about seven years old. It might have helped that her father had been a little bit careless that day, but Nadia would never admit to that.
Her mother died in a freak accident when working in the lower levels of a warehouse. It flooded and she, along with fifteen other workers, drowned before help could get to them. This all could have been avoided if the people in charge had paid any attention to the multiple complaints from the workers, but they didn't, and the families of the deceased paid dearly for it. The corporation didn't pay a god damn thing. This was the first thing that jump-started Nadia's hatred of large corporations.
With one parent gone Nadia's father decided that she needed to learn how to protect herself should anything happen to him, and so he started taking her to a friend's house to train the young girl how to shoot. She was about ten or eleven at the time. She grew rather fond of their weekly visits to the man and his wife (who she later found out were also members of the 404) and soon began to refer to them as "uncle" and "auntie." Life continued in this little rhythm until Nadia was thirteen.
One day she came home from spending the day with her friends to find their apartment completely empty. Her fathers equipment, their furniture, her toys, clothes, even the dishes were gone. All that was left was what was in a small compartment hidden in the wall, which contained a few of the guns her father had owned. Other than that it had been wiped clean and Nadia's father was no where to be seen. She stayed their for a bit, waiting for her father to come home. Hoping and praying with every fiber of her being that he'd come home. But he never did, and eventually she contacted auntie and uncle.
Nothing was ever found out about the location of her father. Some said that he had simply abandoned her, finding it too difficult to care for the teenager without her mother around, but Nadia knew that was impossible. He was the man who taught her to draw, who took care of her before himself after the woman they both loved dearly vanished from their lives. The man that never forgot any birthday, holiday, or important date. Who listened when she ranted about the stupidest things that no adult would rightly care about. He loved her, and he never would have left her. The only thing that made sense to Nadia was that he must have been tracked down, and that one of the corporations he'd been working on exposing had killed him. That had
to be what happened.
When she recovered enough from her grief Nadia immediately started training with the adults that had now adopted her and began the process of becoming a member of the 404, determined to one day find out what had happened to her father and to exact revenge on the guilty party.
After developing a bit of a reputation in the deep ocean that is the web, she caught wind of a job going down that would be paying a generous sum of money and figured she could use that money to help fund her cause. She immediately jumped on it.
BODY MODS: Augmented cybernetic armware with integrated computer paneling:
- Decent shot with a blaster
Both of her arms are completely made of cybernetic material. They enhance her upper body strength and also double as a portable computer, as she has personalized the data panels in her arms to connect with her personal gear. With it she can always access all of her files at any time and work anywhere- and if she gets caught she can quickly wipe all of the drives remotely. Intergrated Brain Chip:
In her head there is a tiny, pea sized chip that acts as a communication, search engine, and entertainment device. When she's on the go and doesn't have time to manually mess with the data panels on her arms, she can simply interface with her brain chip and continue her work from there while she's on the go. Cybernetic optical implants:
These are mostly for the aesthetic. Nadia has two cybernetic eyes that phase from a bright blue to bright neon green, and while they do allow her to visually see what's on her data panels without actually looking at them, their main function is just to be cool. EQUIPMENT: SAR 9 Semi Auto Pistols: Aries and Eris
A matching pair of pistols that are small enough to be concealed fairly easily but still pack a punch. She always keeps them on her for self defense purposes, and generally doesn't use them unless she has to. While Nadia is very much willing to shoot someone she prefers to hack into their personal files and ruin their lives as opposed to just outright shooting them. Unfortunately that isn't always an option, so she keeps Aries and Eris on her for that purpose (as well as a couple extra rounds of ammo). She also has a collection of guns at home (including a non-functional ancient old fashioned rifle that her dad kept around as a family heirloom) that she keeps hidden in the wall beside her bed. She doesn't necessarily intend on shooting someone, but they're there if she needs them and its also just a hobby of hers to collect them.C3GD Encrypted Storage Chip:
In case she should ever have to delete her files on the fly, Nadia took the precaution of having backups stored in an external hard drive of her own design that cannot be accessed unless actually inserted into a database. It is hidden in her left boot so that should she ever be captured, it can easily be kicked off and (hopefully) only found by the very few people that know it exist. On the other hand if she should simply be on the run and have to delete her files she'll still have all of her research without having to worry about someone accessing what she was working on. Food Preservative Container:
It's what she carries her usual plethora of baked goods in.