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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Kijani Ryane _________________________________________________________ August 8, 2003 | 18 | Metahuman/African American _________________________________________________________ Single | ♀ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Full-Time | 1 Year | Cyborg _________________________________________________________ Long Island | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S P O W E R S & W E A K N E S S E S P O W E R S & W E A K N E S S E S | B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y Arrogant - Elegant - Bitch Kijani was born to two wealthy, brilliant people who happened to dislike each other. Her conception was essentially an accident, and her parents married out of propriety rather than love. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom by an organization known as the Alpha Continuum. After about a month, she escaped and made it home to her parents. From that day on she was never quite the same. She promised herself she’d never let that happen to her again, no matter what it took. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fifteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms. S A M P L E P O S T S A M P L E P O S T In a hidden pocket of Chicago’s underground tunnels, a young woman consulted a computer screen. On it was the face of a disheveled businessman, looking desperately into his webcam. “Please, Origami. Those files can’t leak, it would end me.” Kijani spoke into her microphone. It would digitally alter her voice, leaving a distorted masculine tone to hit this man’s ears. “I’m sorry, Mister Ross. But that is not my problem. My client paid me excellently for these files, and they will be public by tomorrow. Unless…” “Unless?” There was a note of hope in Ross’s voice. “Unless you can outbid my current client. Are you willing to pay the price?” She typed rapidly into her computer, knowing a hefty sum would now be blinking on Ross’s screen. It had better be; she had placed the hacking module in person. His face fell. “That’s… a lot of money.” “It is. How does it go, again? Ah, yes. ‘Your money, or your life.’” She chuckled, dryly. “You have 24 hours.” And she cut the connection. She waited 5 seconds before exhaling and removing her headset. Her golden eyes were almost glowing with happiness. Shady businessmen were Origami’s bread and butter, and she was about to make a 10 million dollar sum. He’d pay to keep that secret. Most of them would rather sacrifice their cash than their ‘sterling’ reputations. Kijani Ryane stretched, popped her back, and got up to make herself a latte. |