It's almost like Faed was born to be a runner. As a child she was impetuous, as an adult she was impulsive and head strong. She never understood why people assumed she was as capable, just because she was a girl, and took it upon herself to prove them wrong at every opportunity. There was more than one childhood bully that went home with fresh bruises because they underestimated Faed.
When Faed got older, she decided very quickly that she wasn't destined for the quiet life in a cubical farm, or on a sales floor. Her's was to be a life of action and adventure, and like so many before her, she turned to the military to provide it. Unfortunately for her, she kept running into the same people she had her whole life. People who assumed she couldn't perform as well because of her gender. Once again, Faed found herself having to prove that she could run as far, hit as hard, and shoot as well as any of the men. She proved to be up too the task, but her time was cut short when she received news of the death of her parents.
Faed returned to Seattle to help take care of some of her brothers who were still too young to take care of themselves. One of the few friends she had managed to make in the military, helped Faed get a job with the Seattle police. For a time, it seemed like the police force was a good fit. She found people to be less presumptuous about her capabilities and she even found herself advancing, if perhaps slower than she thought she should.
During her time on the force, Faed caught the eye of a recruiter for Knight Errant Security. She was promised all the action she could want, and a larger paycheck to help her family. Of course she accepted the offer. After several months, however, Faed began to notice a pattern. She was only set on assignments that featured a large amount of public relations and not so much action. It wasn't until she saw a bill board with her picture on it that she figured it out though. She had been hired as part of a PR campaign to improved Knight Errants image. Unable to stand being made a joke of, Faed quit immediately.
During her period of unemployment afterwards she was approached by someone with a job. This person told Faed that there was a job that required a fairly specific set of skills that Faed had spent the last decade acquiring. Faed took the job, for lack of any other options, and found the life suited her. There were no superior officers to suck up too, a persons reputation was all that mattered, and if someone insulted her, it was acceptable, even expected, for Faed to knock their lights out. Even all these years later, Faed still finds herself thinking that it's almost like she was born to be a runner.
Gear:
850 monies
Weapons In the trunk of the car
Colt M23
SPAS 22
In the smuggling compartment
Nitama Optimum 2 + Gas Port (3)
HK Urban Combat SMG
Flash Bang x2
Frag Grenade x2
Thermal Smoke Grenade x2
Carried
Ruger Super Warhawk
Colt America L36
Survival Knife
Concealed
HK Urban Combat Pistol+Silencer
SA Puzzler
Morrissey Elan
Ceramic Knife
Equipment
Mercury Commet (Smuggling Compartment [trunk])
Mortimer Greatcoat (Chem [2])(Non-conductive [2]2)(Thermal Damping [2])
Actioneer Business Clothes
Respirator [6]
Renraku Sensei Comm (Renraku Ichi OS)(Subvocal Mic)(Satellite Link)(Mapsoft Rate 6)
Goggles (Low-Light, Thermographic, Image Link, Smart Link, Flare Compensation, Vision Enhancement (3), Vision Magnification
Grapple Gun
Concealable Holster x3
Quick Draw Holster x3
fake ids
license morrissey elan (5)
license colt american (5)
license ruger (5)
license colt M23 (5)
license spas 22 (5)
fake sin (every day) (1)
fake sin (underground) (2)
fake sin (run for it) (2)
fake sin (got caught) (4)
Appearance:
Some would say Faed strikes an almost comical appearance at first glance. Not an imposing woman at 5'5, she seems out of place inside a billowing grey great-coat, with her long fire red hair flowing from under her hat. However, anyone who has seen how long it takes to fully disarm her. isn't amused by her appearance any more. Under her coat she wears a simple black tank top, black boots, and brown cargo pants, the pockets of which are stuffed with all manner of useful things. With a personality to match her hair, she's always ready for an adventure... but she sometimes takes a while to get through the metal detector at the door.
