Your name is Olivia Royce, age 25. You had long, flowing dark red hair, emerald green-amber eyes and an athletic, yet voluptuous figure. You were a reasonably friendly and easygoing young woman, though you did have a somewhat tomboyish attitude, and was also a bit of a rebel at heart, yet was also hardened and fearless. You were also smart, tough, bold, daring, clever, headstrong, ambitious and wasn't afraid to take on a challenge or get your hands dirty. You were also streetwise and knew how to handle yourself. In addition to being a gifted mechanic, and a natural behind the wheel, you were also incredibly tech-savvy, and was also a master computer hacker. You were also an ace markswoman, was exceptionally skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and was also an expert tracker. You grew up Los Angeles, California.
Unfortunately, you had a rough upbringing. Both of your parents died in a house fire when you were 8, leaving you to be placed in foster care. You shuffled from one foster family to the next throughout much of your childhood. Always picked on in school, you took up boxing and martial arts as a way to vent your frustration, and grew to be remarkably skilled at it, though you did have your fair share of run-ins with the police.
During your teenage years, you discovered your passion for cars, and turned out to be quite skilled as a mechanic. You also learned about computers from some of your friends in high school, and quickly became a brilliant hacker by the time you were 15. After you turned 16 and managed to get your drivers license, you found your way into the local car scene, and began participating in underground street races in your spare time, and quickly discovered your talent behind the wheel.
After you graduated from high school at age 18, you became fixated on making good money. You tried your hand at a number of different jobs, but ultimately wound up quitting due to not being paid well enough. Shortly after you turned 19, at the suggestion of a friend, you took a course in bounty hunting, and proved to have a natural skill for it. After getting your bounty hunter's license, you started working at a small bail enforcement outfit.
You regularly honed your skip tracing skills by finding ever more skillful marks, often using your hacking skills to track them down. You also trained yourself in marksmanship, and grew to be quite proficient in the use of firearms. You quickly gained a reputation for always being able to bring in your mark, regardless of where they were hiding or how dangerous they were.
However, despite your talent, over time, you began getting fewer, if not, cheaper bounties, much to your frustration. By the time you were 24, most of the money you'd made had dried up, and you began to feel that bounty hunting had lost it's appeal. Shortly after you turned 25, you finally decided you'd had enough and quit, bought yourself a fairly used black muscle car with some of the money you had left, packed your bags, and hit the road, hoping you could start over somewhere else.
After spending the past couple of months roaming the country, living off of street races, you eventually found yourself in Miami, Florida. You were currently driving your black muscle car through the streets of South Beach. You were wearing a black leather jacket over a dark grey t-shirt, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of black designer shoes.
You had managed to track down an old contact from your bounty hunting days here in Miami, and figured that they might be able help you find better work. After driving around for a little over an hour, you finally found the place you had been looking for,
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