Your name is Olivia Royce, age 25. You had long, flowing dark red hair, emerald green-amber eyes and an athletic, yet voluptuous figure. You were a reasonably friendly and outgoing young woman, though you did have a somewhat aggressive and rebellious attitude, and was also a bit of a tomboy at heart. You were also smart, 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 highly-skilled mechanic, and a natural behind the wheel, you were also incredibly tech-savvy, and was also a master computer hacker. You were also quite proficient in the use of firearms, 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. Both of your parents died in a house fire when you were 8, leaving you to be placed in foster care. You shuffled from one foster family to the next throughout most of your childhood. Always picked on in school, you took up boxing and martial arts as a way to vent your frustration, and grew to be remarkably skilled 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 became a brilliant computer hacker by age 15. Shortly after you turned 16 and got 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 several different jobs, but ultimately wound up quitting due to not being paid well enough. Shortly after you turned 19, at the suggestion of a friend, you took a course in bounty hunting, and proved to have a natural skill for it. After getting your bounty hunter's license, you started working at a small bail enforcement outfit. You regularly honed your skip tracing skills by finding ever more skillful marks, and often used your computer skills to track them down. You also trained yourself in marksmanship, and quickly grew to become an expert markswoman. You 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 began to feel that bounty hunting had lost it's appeal. At age 25, you finally decided you'd had enough and quit, bought 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 underground street races, you eventually wound up in Miami, Florida. You were currently driving your black muscle car down Ocean Drive. You were wearing a dark red leather jacket over a dark grey t-shirt, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of black sneakers.
You had managed to track down an old contact from your days as a bounty hunter, and figured that they could help you find better work. After cruising around Ocean Drive for almost an hour, you finally found the place you had been looking for,
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