♥ Full Name: Minette May Quinn

♥ Age: 19

♥ Appearance: Lean young woman of gold-brown complexion with a thick net of dreads hoisted off her forehead. Below her neckline and, most notably, along her thighs are dashes of sunspots and some slight hyperpigmentation. Abstract tattoos dance up her right arm and the dark mark of a beast's fangs stains her upper back. She has ear piercings—two on her right ear—and one just beneath her bottom lip. Identifiable by her Rastafari-esque "mane", blended preference of urban and risqué fashion styles and strapped with double pleather belts, always clutching spray cans.

♥ Personality: Feisty, frisky, fearless; Hyena is a permissive, self-proclaimed troublemaker, a nuisance gleefully up to no good, always. The promises of tagger life are everything she could ever wish for: independence, passive rebellion, expression, and thrill. She is a girl alight with flame and spontaneity, yet what fuels that drive seems to be nothing more than a callow yearning to piss people off. Hyena excels at being both approachable and unexpectedly apathetic, drawing "friends" forward like insects to a streetlamp, before bounding off so fast that the playthings in-question only just realize she's gone. Hyena is both a bright-eyed individualist and an aggravating bond-breaker who rebukes all ideas of authority, an attitude that could be entirely rooted in naivete and a rebellious refusal to adhere to anyone. During confrontations, however, Hyena tends to spin it as girlish indecisiveness, although she is is no champion actress. Very obviously, there is an underlying level of conniving beneath all the cuteness she plays up, though saying she isn't impetuous is also a mistake. Hyena loves risk and will almost always take the precarious route unless someone acts as her safety net.

♥ Bio: A somewhat-enigmatic figure on the tagging scene and highly infamous for her tendency to "guild-hop". There have been Hyena spottings amidst all of the slum's big three, playing along, before vanishing from their ranks weeks later. Her involvements were always short-lived, though many professed she'd came back around to Dichotomy on multiple occasions. At the moment, however, she seems to have gone lone wolf, likely for her own safety; whether the gang leaders hate her is of their own accord, but many of their subordinates openly loathe Hyena, seeing her disloyalty as offensive and downright destructive to the way of life they defend. Hyena is a tagger on the run from her own peers, though if the magnitude of the matter has any impact on her, she hardly seems to bear it. In fact, her explosive images draped all over lower Confiance are all tagged with her full signature, as if to say, "Let them come!" Her audaciousness could very well be her downfall. Nonetheless, someone amidst the Ratpack must have though fondly of the little firecracker who, after receiving the inscrutable, ebony-black message knew immediately what her next plan of action was. Her infamy must have been undermined by something else for it, through some web of connections throughout the city, to land in her hands. That or she dealt for it.

How Hyena even appeared in the slums is debated. Some stories cast her in a nasty light, though drug use is a greatly common trend. Another is the idea that she originated from upper, aristocratic Confiance, and Hyena herself carries an air of newness to her that strongly supports the theory. The details of her transition from there to the slums are, however, indistinct. The most widely-accepted story among taggers is summarized as follows: Minette Quinn and a couple of cohorts—likely friends or family members—were apprehended for possessing cannibis and were forced to flee detainment by evacuating to the slums. Hyena doesn't appear to have any relatives accompanying her so it is assumed she was the only one to ultimately resist arrest. If the story is majorly true, Hyena has been living in the slums for nearly a year. She likely brought prior art experience with her; whether she pursued it as a career option or simple hobby in upper Confiance is unknown but very probable. Even still, her style is a lot less complex than many more senior taggers, though it is still distinct in its own respects.

♥ Art Style:

Hyena's art is bright and broad, murals spanning entire walls. She turns every gang territory into her canvas with her gamboling, psychedelic designs. Her style is greatly cartoonish. Occasionally the characters she depicts are more distorted and abstract in shape, but are always identifiable nonetheless, usually resembling an animal and always having some form of eyes, mouth and nose. Hyena has been known to tag more political works as well, depicting politicians and pop personalities in contorted, exaggerated forms, but never seemingly to make a statement, only to mock and deride. Her work takes relatable subjects and turns them into darkly-attractive characters, more sweetness than substance.

♥ Extra: She has a penchant for hip-hop and club music, usually "classics". As she says, "Music has the future has gotten even worse!" A decent dancer who is determined to master break-dancing; no where near that point. Again, a pretty mediocre actress, though she is a good rapper. Never writers her own lines, however. Abysmal songwriter. She is a naturally fast talker too and tends to have to repeat herself, especially when reminiscing or just being excited. She gets enthusiastic about a lot of little things that likely seem puerile to other people. Likes window-shopping and street food. Simply touring and observing is enough to satisfy her. She tends to let her mind wander and oftentimes forgets people's names or even that they've met at all. Cannot put a face to a name. Quick with everything she does and dislikes having to spend a lot of time on one objective. Blazes... I mean, totally doesn't!

♥ Gear: Built like inline skates with an orange and black color scheme and overall intended for speed. Whenever the gear senses a shift in gravity, it adjusts by folding its wheels inwards and allowing the drive to take over propulsion while still carrying out the movement, allowing the user to make otherwise impossible vertical climbs until their momentum dwindles. The gear relies majorly on the user's control as the drive is relatively weak, being an older model. Other than permitting temporary gravity defiance, it can occasionally manage a boost of acceleration. The gear is so old and, arguably, outdated, it comes without any additional method of control, so the bursts of speed can be sporadic to new users. Hyena herself has gotten a grasp of how to get the extra boost to kick in at just the right times; it's ultimately dependent on applying just the right amount of pressure.