Crystal

Crystal

Job: Demolitions Expert

Race: Human

Appearance: Young, human woman with natural blue hair. Her pale, delicately featured face has been known to melt hearts, though she's never seen smiling. The Jagged, stylised scar on one cheek looks like it could be a gang symbol. Normally dressed in well-fitted casuals. Her slight frame wouldn't be able to take a lot of damage.

Quote: "Well now, isn't that encouraging. Maybe I should cancel my fragging holiday."

Personality: All business during the day. Doesn't ask too many questions, doesn't like to answer them. She does like her clubs and has been known to blow out memorably in a haze of alcohol. Never smiles. Quiet and lonesome - prefers to work alone. However, she finds it easy to default to authority. She is still young and impressionable, and may latch onto a group or someone she thinks is cool. Not very good with guns - prefers grenades.

Background: Background: The monogenetic designer daughter of a wealthy Corporate executive, 'Mr Fiennes', Crystal soon grew weary of her sheltered upbringing. Living within a sealed environment, even if it is one of the most modern self-contained high-rises in the world complete with education and entertainment facilities couldn't contain the drive and ambition Crystal inherited from her Father. Her expert skills as an Electrician and Chemist couldn't satisfy them. To add to that, he was a very close Father. Far too close. Crystal made a break for it, and wound up running with a gang that had been arsing around the Angel Towers shopping centre for some time - The Rotorheads. They let her in mainly because they fancied her, but in the end only their leader - Flex - got lucky. He and Crystal became lovers. Her brains and his mindless violence proved to become a great match in the gang world. That Marriage made in hell ended up crushed under the wheels of Mr Fiennes Lotus M200 Turbo. Or more personally, Flex was. That day, the gang broke up for ever. Most of them were carted away. Only Crystal and Cylinder Head made it out, and they went into business for themselves, she as a Electrical and Explosives expert, he as the getaway driver.

Gear / Weapons: Grenades, Disc Grenades, IWS SMG70 with Explosive Ammo

Job:	Demolitions Expert
Race:	Human
Appearance:	Young, human woman with natural blue hair. Her pale, delicately featured face has been known to melt hearts, though she's never seen smiling. The Jagged, stylised scar on one cheek looks like it could be a gang symbol. Normally dressed in well-fitted casuals. Her slight frame wouldn't be able to take a lot of damage.
Quote:	"Well now, isn't that encouraging. Maybe I should cancel my fragging holiday."
Personality:	All business during the day. Doesn't ask too many questions, doesn't like to answer them. She does like her clubs and has been known to blow out memorably in a haze of alcohol. Never smiles. Quiet and lonesome - prefers to work alone. However, she finds it easy to default to authority. She is still young and impressionable, and may latch onto a group or someone she thinks is cool. Not very good with guns - prefers grenades.
Background:	Background: The monogenetic designer daughter of a wealthy Corporate executive, 'Mr Fiennes', Crystal soon grew weary of her sheltered upbringing. Living within a sealed environment, even if it is one of the most modern self-contained high-rises in the world complete with education and entertainment facilities couldn't contain the drive and ambition Crystal inherited from her Father. Her expert skills as an Electrician and Chemist couldn't satisfy them. To add to that, he was a very close Father. Far too close. Crystal made a break for it, and wound up running with a gang that had been arsing around the Angel Towers shopping centre for some time - The Rotorheads. They let her in mainly because they fancied her, but in the end only their leader - Flex - got lucky. He and Crystal became lovers. Her brains and his mindless violence proved to become a great match in the gang world. That Marriage made in hell ended up crushed under the wheels of Mr Fiennes Lotus M200 Turbo. Or more personally, Flex was. That day, the gang broke up for ever. Most of them were carted away. Only Crystal and Cylinder Head made it out, and they went into business for themselves, she as a Electrical and Explosives expert, he as the getaway driver.
Gear / Weapons:	Grenades, Disc Grenades, IWS SMG70 with Explosive Ammo