Elle est l'une dangereuse!



Fife is an Elven Street Samurai from Boston. Her team consists of two mages, Heaven and Hell, the decker Icer, a rigger called Saberfish (a psycho insomniac), and a few other sticks of muscle effectively known as Smash (an ork) and Trash (a troll). She herself is a fairly effective fighter, who spouts French swears and such every once in a while. She prefers to avoid the slang terms of life and gives off a rather sophisticated air. She is chromed to the teeth, but often perfers to keep her wares under wraps. In other words, she doesn't appear abnormal, except for the Smartgun induction pad on her right palm. She still has her natural eyes, and being Elven, possess the Elven Low-Light capability. Her reflexes are wired, but only when she moves in a hurried pace are the motions jerky or in any other way indicitave of modification. Her long fingernails are infact alloy steel implants sharped to a razor edge. These handrazors are retractable and appear to be natural normal fingernails, until one is sliced open by their edge!!! Fife's favorite weapons are her .44 Magnum that she carries tucked in the back of her belt. And her Ares Predator, with SmartGun adaptation. That one she carries slung across her back or slung on her Harley Scorpion. (also with her in this AlterEarth).

She earned her Street Name "Black Fife" because whenever she relaxes, or just to chill out, she always plays her black flute. The melody is usually slow and haunting and made up on the spot. She had tremendous aptitude as a child and was a virtuoso, but she grew up in Boston on the Eastern U.S. where all the really bad bad violence was, and instantly turned to a life of on-the-edge crime upon her 18th birthday. She's now in her early/mid twenties, but as with all Elves, her age is hard to tell.

Fife is tall and slim, like many Elves. But her ears are not as promenintly pointed, due partially to her parents cropping her ears to save her from the bigotry on the East Coast. Her eyes are kindof a blue shade, but if the light hits them just right, they gleam with deep fires of voilet and red. Her skin is white, nearly perfect. Her body is not marked by a single scar or blemish (due to her extraordinary luck with wounds). She wears a long lined jacket over her black jeans and tee shirt or black synth-leather pants and bustier. Her mode of dress depends highly on the mood she's in. Look like a hooker or look like a prep.


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