Your name is Olivia Royce, age 25. You had long, flowing dark red hair, emerald green eyes and an athletic, yet voluptuous figure. You were a relatively friendly and easygoing young woman, though you did have a somewhat tomboyish personality, and was also a bit of a rebel at heart, yet was also cold, hardened and fearless. You were also highly-intelligent, tough, bold, daring, clever, headstrong, ambitious and wasn't afraid to take on a challenge or get your hands dirty. You were also streetwise and knew how to handle yourself. In addition to being a skilled mechanic, and a natural behind the wheel, you were also incredibly tech-savvy, and was also a master computer hacker. You were also an ace markswoman, was exceptionally skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and was also an expert tracker. You grew up Los Angeles, California.
Unfortunately, you had a rough upbringing. Your mother died of cancer when you were 6, leaving you under the care of your father. However, your deadbeat father gave up custody of you when you were 9, leaving you to be placed in foster care. You spent much of your childhood shuffling between foster homes. Always picked on in school, you eventually took up boxing and martial arts as a way to vent your frustration, and quickly proved to be a natural at it, though you did have your fair share of run-ins with the police.
Going into your teenage years, you discovered your passion for cars, and turned out to be quite skilled as a mechanic. You also learned about computers from some of your friends in high school, and quickly became a brilliant computer hacker by age 15. At age 16, shortly after getting your drivers license, you found your way into the local car scene, and began participating in underground street races in your spare time, and quickly discovered your talent behind the wheel.
After graduating from high school at age 18, you became fixated on making good money. You tried your hand at a number of different jobs, but ultimately wound up quitting due to not being paid well enough. At age 19, at the suggestion of a friend, you took a course in bounty hunting, and proved to have a natural skill for it. Shortly after getting your bounty hunter's license, you started working out of a small bail enforcement agency.
You regularly honed your skip tracing skills by finding ever more skillful marks, often using your computer skills to track them down. You also trained yourself in marksmanship, and grew to be quite proficient in the use of firearms. You quickly gained a reputation for always being able to bring in your mark, regardless of where they were hiding or how dangerous they were.
However, despite your talent, over time, you began getting fewer, if not, cheaper bounties, much to your frustration. By the time you were 24, most of the money you'd made had dried up, and you eventually began to feel that bounty hunting had lost it's appeal. Shortly after you turned 25, you finally decided that you'd had enough and quit, bought yourself a fairly used black muscle car with some of the money you had left, packed your bags, and hit the road, hoping you could start over somewhere else.
After spending the past couple of months roaming the country, living off of the occasional street race, you eventually found yourself in Miami, Florida. You were currently driving your black muscle car through the streets of South Beach. You were wearing a red hoodie over a grey t-shirt, a pair of navy blue denim jeans and a pair of brown sneakers.
You had managed to track down an old contact from your bounty hunting days here in Miami, and figured that they might be able help you find better work. After driving around for over half an hour, you finally found the place you had been looking for,
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