Mona Richardson

=History= Mona Richardson was born to hunter couple loosely affiliated with the Union, Thomas and Mary Richardson. She was born in a tiny town in southeastern Ohio in the Appalachians, or so hospital records state, but her family was the sort that kept moving, never staying in one place. Getting through school was difficult for her; she would be enrolled for a few weeks, or on occasion, a few months at a time, never staying long enough to make friends. Mona's refuge and saving grace was the fact that she always had the internet at her hands, though not always legally.

Still, her parents did their best to let Mona have a choice. They didn't put a gun or a sword in her hands, although they made sure she knew how to defend herself with the basics (which they also knew wouldn't be enough if it came down to it-- they just hoped she'd never need the skills in a sort of forced ignorance). They didn't even tell her what they did. They pretended there was a Santa Claus, and that the things that went bump in the night were just stories. But she wasn't stupid, and at fourteen, after the third move in two months, she asked them if monsters were real. She asked them why there was a pullout in the trunk that contained enough weapons to level a small town. She asked about all the hints and stray comments they'd dropped over the years, and then, in a fit of teenage rage, she told them she wanted to go to college.

They agreed. But they told her she'd have to get a scholarship. Ammo costs money, after all.

They left her back in Ohio, living alone in a tiny apartment in a mid-sized suburb where no one knew her, or would want to know her. They'd call to check in every once in awhile, see how her school was going. She was no good at writing, or the arts, or making friends, and there weren't any teachers who thought she had much of a spark. But she had something. She took the standardized tests, and when she put her mind to it, she could score high. Very, very high. Lacking good essays, though, she found she wasn't getting the kind of attention she needed to go to school for free. In the end, she snagged herself scholarships by hacking into databases here and there and putting herself on the lists. It wasn't a perfectly moral decision, but she wanted out. It was worth it.

The day she got the letter of acceptance was the same day she got a call from a man named Harris Wilkers. Her parents were dead, killed in action. Vampires. Wasn't pretty, he said. When? she asked. Two days ago, came the answer.

She knew they'd come to a bad end, the way they did things. What had she expected? She asked about the bodies. There wasn't much left, Harris told her. She asked how he knew they were dead, then. There was a glimmer of hope he was wrong. He told her he'd been on the job. They went in, he stayed outside to cover them. His job was technical. The building exploded. The whole thing burned to the ground. He figured they at least did the bastards in, but they didn't get out.

So she said okay. Thanks for calling. And she waited. She graduated. She packed up her clothes, which pretty much fit in one bag, and she went away to school.

Carnegie Mellon. It wasn't too far from where she had lived in Ohio, not that that mattered much to her; her idea of home had basically been her parents' car. The bus ride was long. The kids there weren't like her, not at all. They were from good backgrounds, for the most part, or had legitimately worked to get where they were. She struggled with the coursework. She had specialized talents, and she knew it, but the program counselors weren't about to let her just skip the other stuff. Didn't she want a well-rounded education? they'd ask. She almost dropped out. And then she met Professor Alex Barnes.

He wasn't like the other professors. He was young, for one, and all right with unusual teaching methods, for another. The lecture was outdated, he said. And he knew who she was. He'd met her parents when he was very young, and she looked just like her mom. But, he said, their methods were ineffective. Saving one or two people at a time, and traveling all over the country to do it-- it was so small scale. They hadn't been doing it right. Still, didn't she want to avenge her parents? Well, yes, of course, but she wasn't a fighter and knew she'd never be much of one. That's all right, he told her. This will give you a way to get at them.

He began taking her out. Lunches, dinners, each more lavish than the last. The point wasn't to court her, though. It was to introduce her to people she needed to know. There isn't any running away from this life, he told her. ''It'll find you. Won't it be better to be prepared?''

So when she finally did graduate--with honors, somehow, which she knew Alex must have fudged for her, because she damned well didn't do it herself--she found a job offer on her table. D.C., working for a political campaign. The pay was good. Much better than she'd expected, to be honest. On top of that, she found her skills could be marketed on the side, so long as it didn't conflict with her current missions.

And they were missions. She shut down a few corporations by finding the right paths through their shell companies and subsidiaries and bringing the trails to the right people. She even found herself a team that worked pretty well together. She traveled across the country, acting as a coordinator and intelligence operative for missions with them, until the senator they worked for was assassinated. The doctors claimed heart disease was at fault, but they knew better. The next mission for them ended disastrously, with two of the cell dead and two more suspected of having fallen prey to the influence of vinculum. Mona was relocated.

She is starting over in Atlanta, Georgia, as an unaffiliated consultant. There are those who know her name, though, and who might come to find her for the services she has to offer. =Vitals= =Sheet=
 * Age: 26
 * Hair Color: Black
 * Eye Color: Brown
 * Height: Short side of average (5'4", 5'5")
 * Build: Light side of average (120-130 lbs.)
 * Immediate Family: Thomas Maxwell Richardson (father, deceased, Union [General Strike]), Mary Alexis Pearson Richardson (mother, deceased, Union [General Strike])
 * Extended Family: no known persons

Overview

 * Name: Mona Richardson
 * Concept: A shady, but white hat, information dealer usually working for political fixers.
 * Profession: Hacker (Asset Skills: Computer, Crafts)
 * Virtue: Justice
 * Vice: Greed
 * Cell: Broken
 * Compact/Conspiracy: Barrett Commission [Quorum]
 * Experience: 0/0

Main Article
Mona Richardson

Attributes
Power:      Strength  ●       Presence       ●       Intelligence ● Finesse:    Dexterity ●●●     Manipulation   ●       Wits         ●●●● Resistance: Stamina   ●●●     Composure      ●●●●    Resolve      ●●●

Skills
Mental                  Physical                 Social (-3 Unskilled)          (-1 Unskilled)          (-1 Unskilled) Academics:    ●         Athletics:              Animal Ken: Computer:     ●●●●      Brawl:                  Empathy: Crafts:       ●●        Drive:                  Expression: Investigation: ●●       Firearms:               Intimidation: Medicine:               Larceny:   ●●           Persuasion:   ● Occult:       ●●        Stealth:   ●            Socialize: Politics:               Survival:               Streetwise: Science:                Weaponry:  ●●●●         Subterfuge:   ●●●

Specialties

 * Computer: Hacking
 * Crafts: Electrical Engineering
 * Occult: Vampires
 * Weaponry: Knife

Traits

 * Willpower: ●●●●●●●
 * Temp.:    □

Merits

 * Status 3: Barrett Commission (Mentor 3: Alex Barnes, Software Engineering Professor at CMU)
 * Resources 2 (+1 Barrett Commission)
 * Profession 2 (Contacts 1: Congressional Aides, Contacts 1: Network Zero)

Flaws

 * Flaws Here

Morality

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Combat

 * Size: 5
 * Speed: 9
 * Init. Mod: 7
 * Defense: 3
 * Armor:
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 * Cur. Health: □

Tactics
Profiling

Weapons and Equipment

 * Smartphone
 * Burner phone
 * Laptop
 * Desktop (3x, one for each major operating system)

Char-gen
Attributes: 5/4/3 // Skills: 11/7/4 (+3 Specialties) // Merits 7 (5th dot = 2 dot cost) // Health = Stamina + Size // Willpower = Resolve + Composure // Size = 5 for adult humans // Defense = Lowest of Dex or Wits // Init. Mod = Dex + Composure // Speed = Str + Dex + 5 // Morality = 7