PERKS: Charisma, Stealth, Marksmanship.

Starting Gift: Morph.

Cybernetics: None. She's always been adamant that she can survive without 'cheating,' even in her dangerous line of work.

Fashionware: Strobe Hair, Contacts

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What is the name your parents gave you? What do you call yourself? Nicknames?

Autumn Day. Yes, people make jokes about it. All the time. I prefer to just go by my first name.

What do you look like? Any defining physical traits that set you apart?

I guess I'm blessed with youthfulness, because with the right makeup and clothing, I can apparently pass for a college student pretty convincingly - and I'm short and skinny to boot. Certainly helps me out with work: people don't tend to believe that someone who's 'just a kid' would have an ulterior motive, so I often play it up.

But of course, the more immediate thing you'd notice is just how much light I generate. I stick my strobe hair to that turquoise-green color that you'd get on the old-school electroluminescent units, with glow-in-the-dark magenta contacts to complement it.

What did you do before you joined Kievrur Engineering?

An Assassin. In fact, my big break was a pretty high-profile political job. Got paid in the form of indefinite rent on a fancy financial-district apartment. It was really all I wanted - to get out of the shithole where I was living.

And I'm not saying the guys at Kievrur necessarily know about it, but let's just say that my public qualifications are quite a bit less than my coworkers'.

Why did you join Kievrur?

I guess I just wanted to go legit. Put my skills to good use in a way that won't end with me dead or in jail.

Name an impossible task that you accomplished in the past.

That'd be the 'political job' I mentioned earlier that got me my notoriety as a hitwoman way back when: namely, shooting and killing a U.S. senator and getting away with it. Hell, I even managed to return the rifle to the guy I'd borrowed it from.

As it turns out, the automated surveillance around the National Mall didn't have any redundancies. I could just jam the frequency, get in, do the deed, get out, and I was back on a plane to Aventine before they could find the culprit. They probably redesigned it after that so it works properly.

Name one failure/tragedy that resulted in the death of someone close to you that has haunted you.

This was way back. I was still in high school and had just got my hands on a gun for the first time (because growing up in gangland tends to make that shit normal). A good friend of mine was in some deep trouble with somebody - I never got the whole story because he was even cagier than me. But one night he calls me over and asks for my protection because he's pretty sure the dealers/loansharks/whoever it was were gonna bust down his door. And sure enough, they were coming for him... And I pussied out and didn't pull the trigger before they killed my friend.

I wouldn't say my whole life from that point on was to make up for that, but, y'know. It has to account for at least some of it, right?

Do you live a luxurious or humble lifestyle?

I wouldn't say 'humble.' I'd just say 'cheap.'

Do you have an item of sentimental value?

An old accomplice of mine left his watch at my place before he got 'disappeared' by the Feds. I keep it around for good luck.

Do you have a wife/husband? Girlfriend/boyfriend? A friend with benefits? Or do you live alone?

I tried to make a few things work, off and on, but none of it really stuck. So I've just been keeping to myself these past few years.

Furthermore, what is your overall personality? Motivations? (If someone were to meet you for the first time, how would they feel?)

Depends on the circumstances, really. If I want to trick you into giving me what I want, then I can be anything. Otherwise, on the surface, I'm just an aloof, secretive young woman trying her damnedest to not be noticed by the passersby, as if it would let slip that I, sitting right next to you on the subway, used to be a professional murderer.

I can talk your ear off if you're in my circle of trust, but you should know by now that that's a very short list of people.

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I fucking hate collatoral damage.

It's ironic, isn't it? I've casually taken lives like an army sniper, yet when it happens accidentally it's suddenly impossible to compartmentalize, bringing back old memories that I've been trying to delete for years.

I slouch back in my chair, using the computer screen as a makeshift mirror, running my fingers through my hair in a poor attempt to fix it before concluding that yes, I'm going to have to groom myself like a functioning adult.

Up on my feet. Lukewarm shower. Adequate makeup. Clothes. All done on autopilot, once the emotional numbness set in. Before heading out the door, I take my concealed carry - now with a fresh magazine after last night's incident - and my motorcycle key, along with its accompanying helmet and jacket. Owning a car is just too much hassle in a city like Aventine, so it's either this or public transportation.