- NameUndisclosed
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Country
Italy - Age23 years old
- GenderFemale
| In the wire-tangled underbelly of Florence, home to both ancient marvels and the neon-soaked now, is where you’ll find Epathe, the cyber-fueled wraith with a need for speed. This whiz-kid solo, a mere 21 orbits old, has been threading through corp shadows and street scum since she was sweet sixteen, armed with a cache of chrome that would make a tech vet whistle. Epathe’s no corp-coddled doll. She’s a cobblestone-savvy, circuit-laced daredevil, toting around a bellyful of a Qiant “Warp Dancer” Sandevistan that’s got more kick than a mule on stims. Her Kerenzikov’s so snappy she could dance through raindrops and not get wet. Toss in a pair of Jump Boosters, and she’s airborne, a flesh-and-steel comet that’s all flash and fire. But clock out, and the edges soften. The girl behind the chrome is a Eurodyne crooning, game-binging charmer, with a laugh that’s more infectious than a rogue AI. Sure, she’ll side-eye old man Flare when he’s being a few bytes short of a full code, but that’s family—tighter than a new skinweave, no matter how much of a hard-ass he plays. Don’t buy too much into the sweetheart routine, though. When the streets call, she answers—with a smirk and the kind of ruthless calm that’s had more than one gonk flatlining before they even knew they were in the red. Epathe’s a live wire in a dead zone, a neon flash in the shadow, carving out life in the fast lane with a trail of zeroes and ones left sizzling in her wake. |  |
