I hope it isn't too late to join? Because I am excited
They call me Babydoll, Masky, Roller girl, Pigtails, take your pick
[ONLINE]
But In here, I'm Astro Cille
I've Roamed these streets for 17
Years
Here's My Card
I Swing To The Nonexistent. Don't need romance.
I specialize in Getting your things anywhere they need to go. Don't need an explanation, just a message, package, and an address.
I work for Anyone who has money to give and something to send.
My cold steel My roller skates. They great for most terrains, and I have extra wheels for difficult situations in my backpack, and I can go fast. Faster than you probably think I can go. And I got a steel pipe, just for safety.
Here's how it goes My mother was into roller derby. Weird right? Most people don't see a roller derby match in their lives. It's not popular, it's kinda cultish, it's underground, but it's what I grew up in. A lotta druggies were into it, like my mom. And the black market stuff, that was pretty popular with that crowd. No one suspects a little girl, so my mom made extra money off of me, working for those antsy people needing their money. The word started to spread, my mom made money, sometimes the competitions got a little bit more popular, and I grew up rolling through the city with a package in my hand constantly. Of course, things got a little more complicated when my mom got more customers.
The motto of my mom's little underground business was this: No explanation needed! And boy, does that work. But of course, things that have secrets are usually dangerous to
somebody, and if it was dangerous to somebody, it was dangerous to me. I got attacked a couple times, got held up a couple times, got my mom in trouble a lot of times. I had to learn how to fight some, I had to learn how to be even more secretive. Didn't work much, I guess. I got attacked and my package stolen, and my mom got shot on a route once, and I took over the business. That leads us here, I don't know how to do much else, but I know the ins and outs of this city. Got a secret to pass, but want nobody's eyes on it? Well, buddy, I'm a godsend.
Additives Don't touch my mask, sweets.