Masks 2

Name: Esen Kingsbury

Aliases: Aura, Miss Green

Date of Birth: February 12th, 2027

Place of Birth: The Bronx, New York City.

Place of Residence: The Bronx, New York City.

Appearance: Esen is a tan-skinned girl of mixed ethnicity, with gold eyes and light brown hair tied in a braid. Her angular face is often covered with makeup to fool the facial recognition algorithms. She has a tattoo of an eagle across her back, which she shows off when she's in more casual wear. She wears light, loose clothing, running shoes, and bright green gloves pretty much anywhere. She has a little emerald necklace from her father. Esen's 5'11" and is lean and fit from her running.

Personality: Esen is a quick-witted and emotional girl, passionate to a fault. She hates the corps and the government, and is always looking for a way to stick it to the man. She's intensely loyal to her friends and willing to forgive the little things.

Powers, Skills, and/or Resources:

-Parkour: Esen is trained in the art of free running. She's in near-peak physical condition, and knows how to navigate the urban landscape through a combination of running, climbing, and jumping. She's also got good balance and an eye for distances.

-Street Fighting: While never formally trained in any martial art, she's picked up a few tricks to stay alive.

-Hookshot: Esen has a weird ethereal tendril that she can control with her mind. It's usually invisible unless she wants to manifest it, in which case it becomes a shimmering silver braid. It's incredibly strong and allows her to both grab things far away and propel herself forward, giving her an advantage in the skyscraper-dominated cityscape. Her tendons and bone structure are also supernaturally strong, allowing her to use her power without ripping her arms off (and letting her survive falls and fights better.)

-The Rainbow Network - A loosely organized group of anti-corp activists and freelancers. See bio for more details.

Biography:

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Spoiler Esen was born in one of the poorer neighborhoods of the Big Apple - they'd made a comeback after, well, all of the shit that went down plus the corporate monopoly squeezing everyone for what they're worth. She barely knew her dad, though she remembers he smelled like coffee and had the most wonderful belly laugh. He'd left Turkey to look for new opportunities, but things didn't seem to work out. He insisted on giving her a "Good Turkish name", something to remember home by. Funny how things went.

He and Mom were always different, she said. Dissidents. Free-thinkers. Maybe that's why when the rent-a-cops raided their tiny apartment Mom shoved little Esen out the fire escape and dived out after. Dad didn't make it. The gunshots made it obvious. That was the first time Esen remembered running. Taking the routes nobody else would think of, seeing ways around obstacles. Of course, she had a little help from an invisible friend, but she never thought to tell anyone. Mom always said that some things were better kept secret. Fewer ways the bastards up top could screw you that way.

They were safe for a while after that. Didn't make big waves. Tried to recover and live a normal-ish life. Esen even went to school, which bored her out of her mind. But Mom never could keep away from fighting against the system. Probably the menial work she was doing didn't help. She started hanging out at one of the few places that wasn't under corporate influence - the public library. The trouble is, she found love there, a firebrand of a redhead named Selene. Esen didn't mind the new person hanging around home, even though it took a little getting used to. Selene was a journalist tired of lying to people, and her plan was to unveil the truth and get the people to rise up against the system. She convinced Mom to start going out, helping her collect information.

It was a routine break-in gone bad, she later heard. Mom got nabbed and sent off to some prison somewhere with barely a trial. She was a repeat offender, in their databases. They already had all the evidence they needed. Selene escaped, but didn't stick around for long. She needed to disappear, and once she was sure Esen could take care of herself, she did. Esen barely finished school and found work in a Turkish restaurant - though that wasn't really how she made the rent. On the side, she'd do jobs for people, get packages to where they needed to be, break into hard-to-reach places, that sort of thing. She learned how to fool and avoid the cameras and make ends meet. She started hanging out with other people like her, other runners, who gave her the nickname "Aura" because there seemed to be something around her that let her move better than the rest of them.

Two months ago, Selene made contact again. She'd been getting a group together, she said. A loose contact network of like-minded people. No names, just aliases. She was Madam Red, and she suggested Miss Green for Esen because she liked the color. Esen tentatively agreed, so long as there was no commitment. After that she didn't hear from them until last week. A simple job - deliver a package to a certain Violet on a certain date - tomorrow.

Friends, Family, Acquiantances, Rivals, Enemies, and anybody else: (to be expanded)

Kagan Kartal - Father, dissident and writer from Turkey. Presumed dead, [etc]

Simone Kingsbury - Mother, programmer by training, rebel at heart. Currently in an unknown corporate prison.

Selene Ikendale (Madam Red): A journalist and anti-corporate activist. Dated Esen's mom.

Violet: An unknown member of the Rainbow Network.

Michael "Baseball" Jones : One of Esen's friends and occasional rivals in running. Big Yankees fan, known for the signed bat he carries around.

Rin "Ice" Chen : An androgynous runner who likes to show off. Is really good at staying on slippery and icy surfaces.

Mustafa Balik: The owner of the Turkish restaurant where Esen works and also her landlord. Lets her off easy sometimes because he was a good friend of her dad's back when he immigrated.

Pam "The Knife" Smith: A really sweet girl who runs with Esen; the nickname is kind of ironic, referring to how skinny she is. Goes between having a crush on each of the other three.