Full Name Timantha Benton
Nickname [email protected], Tim, TimTam
Birthday June 30th || 24 /strong>
Occupation Freelance Hacker/Waitress
Eyes || Hair Blue || White
Sick, and on the verge of death her parents had given up feeling like they did all that they could do. With all the money they had lost, of course they'd be willing to sign over their daughter's body in hopes they'd learn from her sickness and help whomever might fall into this mystery as well.
It was all a fine facade, since the day right after her illness was cured. As she was planted in front of screens, tests, information being forced into her head from adolescence.
The feelings of needles pricking, sound of non stop fluorescent lights was always behind her eyelids when she blinked. It was all ingrained into her, just a lab rat to pump full of drugs and try to artificially create a genius. She sat back, saying nothing, doing nothing to really fight back.
Up until her 18th birthday, where she grinned thanking them for what they did for her. Then was gone in the hour, finding her own way out.
After breaking out of the lab she had spent most of her life, she ran away. Nothing on her person, but the medical gown and her mind. With the skills she gained, she hustled, forged and clawed her way up to a normal life. A waitress at a diner, with a hacking job on the side. Innocent, and peaceful and thatโs how she likes it.