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CONTENTS OF FILE ARE [CLASSIFIED] AND REQUIRE SECURITY CLEARANCE OF [BLACK] TO VIEW.
Z:\ P L A Y E R - I N F O R M A T I O N.ooc
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Z:\ C H A R A C T E R - I N F O R M A T I O N.ic
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CHLOE GRACE MORETZ_affiliation:
Essi_date of birth:
No one she knows of._orientation:
118 lbs_hair color:
Naturally brown but dyes it on occasion and wears assorted wigs_eye color:
Small fleur-de-lis tattoo just behind her left ear_occupation:
She would say escort, some might say whore.
Z:\ P S Y C H O L O G Y.ic
_psychological evaluation loading... COMPLETED._personality:
Over the thousands of years of mankind's history, there were few constants but one of them was the poor always had it harder than the rich and powerful. Still held true now. Essime was born one of those unfortunates in a hellish slum on Canaris. But unlike the vast majority she managed to get out of there, thru a mix of good fortune and dogged ambition. Those who know Essime, and there aren't that many who really do, all would agree the young woman is a fighter and, while she might not always win, a survivor.
There are much prettier women than Essime, thus far she has not even had any surgery done to enhance her looks though that time may someday come. Right now she's young. But there is more than the physical, there is personality, charm, and believable sincerity. All that she has down pat and it is very seldom one of her clients is not satisfied with her services. Yes, it's an acting job but few pull it off as smoothly as Essime.
The girl is streetsmart or she wouldn't have gotten this far, intelligent though not well educated, and, even though she has made it quite far from her wretched past, she still retains that ambition to keep climbing. This has led her to dabble in more than mere escort work but also information gathering (on occasion escalating to actual theft) and spying both for or on a client. She lies without blinking an eye. Though not a violent sort, she would not shy from using it if she felt it was necessary. One does what one has to to survive.
Z:\ P O W E R - I N F O R M A T I O N.ic
_genetic sequencing algorithm initiated... COMPLETED._archetype:
Though at first she did not think she needed it, her employer insisted she have implanted novae which artificially enhance the entire sexual experience, something someone in her line of work can utilize on a fairly regular basis. Anything to please the customers. The implants are located in both wrists.
Other than that she has no powers._weaknesses:
Essime is otherwise a normal human being, with all the weaknesses that implies. She would not stand up long in a physical confrontation and knows it. She would instead have to rely on weapons of which she has at best basic familiarity such as how to load and shoot a pistol.
Z:\ H I S T O R Y.ic
_individual background loading... COMPLETED.
Essime has only a sketchy knowledge of her early life. Born on Canaris in a slum, she does not recall her birth parents. She does have memories of a large overcrowded institution some would call an orphanage, others a holding tank. She escaped around the age of twelve then lived the harsh life of a street kid til 'discovered' when she was fourteen. A man, Duncan Bannock, offered to take her away from such a cruel life and provide her with a career. Of course she went with him, grateful and starry eyed.
Since then she has spent her entire life on Bastion. Bannock's trade was owning an escort service so he introduced her to the sex trade, all the while acting more like the kindly uncle rather than the uncaring boss. That was all a front though, she belonged to him and there was no quitting, no escape; that much she found out the only time she attempted to cross him and leave on her own. It was a salutary lesson. She has not tried since. It was not all bad though, the man provided her with nice clothes, an apartment in a upscale district, and an education, well of a sort. What he taught her you would not find in university classes but she proved an eager learner.
Her living is also easier than the unenviable lot of those whores stuck in cheap brothels in the Dregs. She is paid, though much of the UDs go to her employer not her, to accompany rich men at social affairs, to hang all over them in adoring fashion during wild parties, or to give provide them with sex in more private settings. Despite a higher class of clientele, it can still go very wrong and she cannot afford to let down her guard.
Her career has expanded in the past year into, as Bannock calls it, 'data acquisition' - in other words she steals things from on occasional client, passes it on to her employer who sells the information or item. It is of course risky but so far so good. Then on another occasion she was enlisted to literally report on all the places her client went to and who he met. Her employer called it being an 'informant', she preferred the word 'spy'. Call it what you will, she liked the extra rewards she got for her trouble and has decided she will continue to diversify her portfolio as it were. In fact, one of her special rewards was the implantation of the novae, Bannock telling her he does not spend UDs on just all his girls but she deserved it. Despite all that, Essime has plans, make that dreams, of someday going independent, living her own life as she sees fit. She just needs to be patient.
Z:\ S A M P L E.ic
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Essime smiled as she lifted her glass then clinked it with his outstretched one, the man across from her looking quite pleased even smug. The bottle on the plastiglass table was a brand she knew but almost never got to actually taste for it was very expensive. Oh, he was pleased with her alright and why not the evening had gone almost flawlessly.
"I would have liked to have seen Omalic's face when you were arrested," he smirked, the savored a long sip of the fine liquor.
Essime's eyes lit up as she grinned, "Oh, he just wanted me out of there so fast and was hoping he would not be charged with anything."
"I imagine he would, the man holds a very sensitive job in the administration," he nodded, "Did I not tell you it would work like a charm?"
"You did...and it did," Essime had to admit for she had been worried that her client would catch her in the act or almost as bad, catch on to the game.
Essime had been wined and dined at a fine restaurant noted for its galactic fusion menu and a big name chef in it's kitchen. She then had accompanied the man, Sydnee Omalic,back to his high security apartment. The man had talked incessantly, he fancied himself an art critic. Now Essime didn't know much about art but she was a good listener who made it seem his every opinion was fascinating. Once within his quarters, with paintings of every sort adorning the walls and sculptures in room corners and on every shelf in the place, they settled onto a soft couch and he thought he was having his way with her. He had certainly paid enough to deserve it, he felt.
The girl had been well briefed on his habits and one of them was his love of showing off his full collection. He liked to tell people he had so much artwork he could not keep it all in his apartment but stored it in a very secure warehouse. Now she went into action, guiding the conversation back to his art and mentioning casually was there more to be seen. The man was quick to please and powered up his computer database where he delighted in showing her a presentation of yet more paintings and sculptures. Though he was doing almost all the talking, Essime professed to being thirsty. Ever the diligent host, he went to open a bottle of wine. Just what she wanted him to do, leave her with computer access even for only a few minutes.
Essime produced a datachip, inserted into the proper port, and let a specially designed program install an invasive parasite application. Somewhere in the electronic unknown an expert hacker siphoned off all the information the man possessed, including what Essime was really there for, confidential government documents. It all took barely two minutes and Essime had pocketed her device just as he returned with a tray, wine bottle, and two fluted glasses.
One other thing happened too then, there was a signal indicating the young woman had accomplished her mission. There remained only the extraction. Soon, just as Omalic thought he was going to bed her,the authorities arrived. Two grim SLED agents, showing ID of being operatives of Dragon, the security branch of the organization, demanded entry then informed the startled couple that Essime Laurent was being arrested for a possible role in an illegal drug deal. Omalic assured the men he had absolutely nothing to do with such a thing, he barely knew the girl, she had come onto him at a restaurant. Essime took it all with dignity, saying Omalic was telling the truth. She was promptly marched out.
There was no arrest of course, the men were Dragon agents but also on the take. Essime's employer had used them before, they could be bought at a fairly reasonable price. And thus the girl found herself back in the man's office, celebrating another success. She never found out who the real clients were behind all this but then it didn't really matter to her either. It was enough she got her share of UDs. Hey, it was a living.