They call me _GreenerPastures_
[ONLINE]
But In here, I'm _Delilah Walker_
I've Roamed these streets for _28_
Years
Here's My Card
I Swing To The _Pansexual Merry-go-Round_
I specialize in _Infiltration, Hacking, and Assassination_
I work for _the Netrunner Rebels_
My cold steel _includes a
folding, silenced sniper rifle I keep in a box on the small of my back for assassination, a
carbine I keep slung over my shoulder for lethal, close- to mid-range takedowns, and a
sawn-off, semi-automatic shotgun I load with rocksalt for non-lethal incapacitation of non-target hostiles_
Here's how it goes _I grew up in Northern Ireland to a Japanese mother who I took after and an English father who I admired and followed. It isn't often you hear about an Englishman mingling with the Irish, but my father was easily comparable to Jonathan Swift, a man who felt no ill towards others based on where they come from - that, and in this world, nations are practically non-existant. What there are is corporations. Evil, greedy, corrupt. My father raised me well, and one of the ideas he put in my head is that greed divides and kills one's fellow men. I was taught to be giving when I could afford to, and that while the world owed me nothing, those in power should work to uplift the poor and invalid around me.
My parents educated me in language, maths, and technology. I am fluent in English, Japanese, Italian, Arabic, German, French, and Spanish, and my natural IQ is sufficient enough that I don't need my mods to hack. I learned that on my own, however. At first it was low-scale, I'd vandalize corporate websites and expose minor scandals, but nothing like I do now. My father cautioned me and he was right to, but it's too late to go back.
At age 14 I got into more illicit activities, stepping up my hacking, getting deeper and deeper into the corporate scandals, even getting involved at times. At 16 I devoted myself to activism, and I focused on uprooting the corporate corruption wherever I found it, and displaying it to the world.On my 18th birthday, there was an "accident." An explosion in my home led to the death of my parents and the loss of my arms. There was nothing left to bury of them and my right arm was amputated at the elbow, my left being amputated at the shoulder. I had expected to die as I faded out of consciousness.
I was rescued by the Netrunner Rebels because of my history in activism. They wanted my help. After I recovered from my amputations, they offered to fit me with cybernetics. Whether I liked them or not - and them having saved me, I'd taken a shine to them - I had no choice. Without those cybernetics, I had no chance at life, so I took them up on their offer. I was outfitted with neural mods, new arms, and later, enhancers in my calves. They trained me, first to use my new parts, and then to kill. These were skills I had to learn, as I'd come to understand that screaming just got people I loved killed. I'd need to strike back and with a vengeance, not for their memory, but for just desserts. I became an assassin, and unfortunately, a terrorist, to enact just change and avenge my family. Now, with the help of my neural mods, I'm a crackshot, can hit a target beyond drop distance on any rifle. With them and my calf mods, I could move quickly and silently, getting to impossible heights and becoming able to traverse areas unseen. I felt like... Like a superhuman at times. A superhero, even. I found my own abilities astonishing. There was a downside, however. I come to find out that in order to keep my mods light and easy to use, they lacked countermeasures against electromagnetic pulses, so my training finished with coping for loss of my cybernetics. I had to walk around without use of them to get what remained of my body used to their weight. It was difficult and I was helpless, I sometimes couldn't move. I was allowed to rest when I needed it, but I had to at least report every morning. My body grew strong and I was able to report every morning. Eventually I could move easily, so I was trained how to avoid hostiles while decommissioned. I was taught kick-based fighting styles I could use in case of confrontation. I was still vulnerable, but I was no longer helpless. I just had to get out of hostile territory and find my handler to reset my mods.
When I had completed training, I was given my rifle and carbine, and asked what I'd like to use as a sidearm. I took the rocksalt sawn-off and furthered my own training. I was only commissioned to do assassinations and infiltrations after turning 23, and have been the Netrunners' go-to infiltrator since. My many successes earned me a trip to America alongside a diversionary force to work my magic in New England. This is going to be a corporate bloodbath._
Additives _Her decommissioned fighting style is of course completely kick-based with violent flailing of the arms from her lack of control of them. Think Shun Akiyama from Yakuza 4 but with flailing arms. Kind of a godsend, really._