Shiloh a considéré la porte avec une lèvre ralentie et un sourcil levé au-dessus d'un regard de vivacité, ce qui était assez compréhensible vu qu'elle ne pouvait pas s'empêcher d'avoir l'impression qu'elle avait été envoyée sur une grande chasse aux oies. Une liste de directions brouillées sur une serviette, cousues dans sa poche à un bar de plongée, avait été le lapin blanc tardif courant dans cette histoire étrange, le trou de lapin devenant plus profond et étranger que ces directions l'ont conduit à un téléphone payant et les instructions sifflées dans son oreille. C'était presque théâtral, quelque chose que Shiloh avait lu dans des romans et vu sur des écrans, et presque une telle farce qu'elle ne s'attendait à rien de vraiment venir de ce chemin bizarre qu'elle s'était laissé aller.
Pourtant, elle s'était égarée, et malgré le petit baiser des dents qu'elle lâchait à la large étendue froide du parc industriel, et le roulis des yeux qu'elle avait donné au signe brut avec la flèche pointant le chemin, elle était là, parce que Shiloh s'était ennuyée, et son intérêt avait été atteint.
Shiloh pencha son haut du corps en arrière d'un pouce, en fouillant les mains plus profondément dans les poches de sa veste de bombardier, et jeta ses yeux brun foncé en haut et en bas de la porte devant elle, avant de se reposer à nouveau sur le panneau, les lèvres se transformant en une ligne réfléchie aux instructions sur le visage.
Roulant ses épaules en arrière dans un mouvement presque effréné, Shiloh a déplacé ses yeux du signe au regard autour de son environnement, une main laissant des poches de sa veste et venant tirer la capuche grise de son pull plus loin au-dessus de sa tête. Alors qu'elle descendait la main, confiante que ses décorations étaient assez cachées, Shiloh renifla d'un souffle rapide à travers ses narines et serra la main dans un poing, la faisant tomber contre la porte en un seul coup. Deux coups.
Elle attendait une réponse.
Real Name: Shiloh Pascal
Alias: Ms. Sparks
Age: 27
Physical description: Taking in Shiloh's appearance would make most agree that she'd be safer keeping to the background, having bold features too recognizable to risk being profiled during a job. Standing at a solid 6'1 Shiloh packs a good bulk of muscle, weighing in at 186 lb, that she carries with a confident, though sometimes hunched, gait, allowing her to present an imposing figure if she wishes. Aside from this, Shiloh's most striking feature is the loud and colourful plethora of tattoos decorating her shaved head, each one seemingly disconnected to the other and crafted intricately and with evident talent, the display almost acting as a vibrant helmet. There is a strong definition to her face, oval-shaped with high cheekbones, her nose protuding from her face in a sharp hook, and her keen eyes glimmer with an amused sharpness that suggests she knows something you might not.
Current Disguise: Shiloh favours a simple, practical disguise when out on a job, a simple jeans, shirt and hoodie combo to help her blend into the crowd. Her main concern is covering up her tattoos so she prefers donning a knitted balaclava rather than other masks.
Attitude/Personality: A confident and self-admittedly headstrong individual, Shiloh is quick to assert where she believes she stands in any operation, and will freely give her opinion. She regards most people with a casual and calculating front and her attitude towards people she doesn't consider friends can switch from friendly and open to aggressive and guarded in minutes.
Additional Info: Prone to mood switches, in her youth Shiloh displayed a furious and almost erratic temper which filtered into a true rebellious streak in her late teens, leading her parents to confine her to particular outlets to vent her energy. One of these outlets turned out to be computers, and eventually Shiloh found herself increasingly interested in deconstructing and rewriting code, self-teaching herself through books and open courses online. Discovering a natural talent for the flight of fingers across a keyboard gave Shiloh a solid medium to draw balance from in life, and her attitude towards herself and to others dramatically improved, to the point where she was able to become a fairly successful freelance coder, as well a enter into a marriage with a tattoo artist Hualing, the crafter behind many of the works decorating Shiloh's scalp.
The fall from this high in Shiloh's life came first in the form of the sudden death of her mother, an innocent bystander at a laundrette shooting, a event that tipped Shiloh into a long depressive episode, during which she constantly isolated herself from people. Eventually the episode gave way to a furious period of imbalance, during which Shiloh lashed out at her wife so much that an emotionally exhausted Hualing soon demanded a divorce. It would take a good few more months before Shiloh would be back on her feet, but when she got back up she was determined to make herself stronger, smarter and richer. Using several networks gained through her stint as a freelance coder, Shiloh seamlessly entered into the business of freelance hacking, keen to make a name for herself in the underbelly through whatever means or people she could.
Asides from computers, Shiloh is fairly skilled in linquistics, being fluent in Italian and Modern Hebrew. She enjoys a good strong drink now and then, to unwind she works out or dabbles in mmorpgs.
Primary Class: Tech
Secondary Class: Mule