Name: @SilverBowAndArrow

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Gender: Judging from the profile pic, a smug anime girl.

Appearance: How do you describe the appearance of something with no face, body, or physical presence at all? Do you look at lines of code it trails across cyberspace like cobwebs, mistaking the workings of a being for their DNA? Do you look at profile images, as legion and changeable as the winds, and try to pick out a pattern?

Here's a better thing to examine–what does it look like when Silver has come and gone? Observe the bustle of an organization locked out of their computers, screaming like a kicked beehive. Consider an ichor pump, shut down barely an hour after going into operation. Isn't it funny to see how they run, hemorrhaging shareholder value like a prize stag with a slit throat? If you see it, it's seen you first. If you think it's in your power, there's an arrow already aimed at your heart.

Personality: There are precious few people who can be certain they've spoken to SilverBowAndArrow at all. More often than not even its handle is buried beneath several layers of shell identities, such that contacting it for a job is a feat in and of itself. The reports of the being they found are mixed–attentive yet easily bored, surprisingly transparent about everything its identity and incapacities. In messages deleted nearly as soon as they're read there was a burning, easily rankled pride. Payment was oddly inverse to the difficulty of the task at hand; the easiest tasks carried a hefty cost, while the strangest and most challenging were completed for free.

History: Better cops than you have tried and failed to find out.

Activity: SilverBowAndArrow is a Data Angel, and a notorious one at that. Known only by their handles, the Data Angels are a diverse, decentralized association of hackers, couriers, and information brokers pushing the limits of what computers can disrupt. The title holds no power save for reputation; poseurs appropriating it for themselves gain nothing but a particularly vicious assault and humiliation from other Angels. The motivations of the group–or at least those they've been willing to admit to having–are highly varied. Some are eco-terrorists and neo-neo-pagans, sworn to the annihilation of Idyll and the return of the sacred blood of the Earth to its rightful place. Some lean towards corporatism–or at least, the money that only corporations can offer. Others are motivated by more esoteric concerns, failing to map cleanly onto an ideology. Silver falls into the final category. You'll find it chasing the most interesting bounty, the seemingly impregnable system all but begging to be cracked open like an oyster. Or rather, it will find you.

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