Faelynn Penn

'Faevi'

Played by: vaeshti

INFORMATION

Mortal, Female, 26

Aliases: None known
Nationality: American mutt.
Residence: Manhattan, New York
Employer: Unknown
Function: Info Sec Engineer
Twitter: @FaeviPenn

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• Entering the Secret World •

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Faevi is not a bee. At least, not yet. Who knows what the future may hold. She's currently working within the Illuminati fray as a sort of IT lackey while they figure out where or if they should place her in a more active role. In the meantime, she picks up odd jobs for those who need their data secure - or perhaps those who want to get a prying eye into the data of someone else.

She's the product of a reclusive nerdy childhood, crazy mom, and a spattering of strange mortal magic. The end result being a manipulative blackhat hacker with no understanding of boundaries.

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Messy black hair tucked into a loose ponytail, prominent sleepless under eye circles that blend into smudged, messy grey eye shadow. Sometimes bespectacled, sometimes squinting because she lost her glasses. Her heart shaped face sports light saffron eyes and pouty lips, and her Irish heritage shows in her slightly long nose and sickly pale complexion. The sickly of her own doing, the pale just a genetic backdrop. Her frame is pear shaped: Scrawny torso, wide hips, lanky arms, and narrow shoulders. No visible scars or tattoos to passers-by. Clothes are often wrinkled, boots often scuffed. There is most likely a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. If there isn't a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, then she's probably wearing a very disgruntled visage.

Her wardrobe leans towards the gothier side of grunge, lots of blacks, a touch of lace, and a lot of boots.

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Poking around in warded, locked-down, confidential Illuminati docs did not buy her any friends. Faevi fucked up the Illuminati's security systems. So, they returned the fucking-up in kind. Intent on finding out the how and why, she was transported to New York alive- at least, alive enough to divulge the details of who she was working for, the extent of the breach, if the files had been disseminated yet, etc. It was a long night. They weren't very keen on the "curious loner stumbled into your database" angle.

After an arduous night of banter, beating and being doped with a delightful cocktail of psychoactive substances to keep her pliable, the team running the investigation concluded she was working alone. They had wheedled details of her budding abilities to manipulate electricity and technology with her feeble magic affinity. This made her interesting enough to avoid discarding. Interesting enough to keep around and see what they can make of her.

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