NAME: Alexia Jones

HANDLE: Jammer

AGE: 28

SHADOW OF ORIGIN: Tombs

SEX: F

HEIGHT: 5'9"

WEIGHT: 100lbs

HAIR: black

EYES: violet

APPEARANCE: Tall and skinny, Alexia has her long black hair done up in multi-braids(very small making it look like just hair). It's shaved behind her ear to allow access to her EtherJack. Her violet eyes are almond-shaped; the result of bio-sculpting to add that exotic flavor to her (a residue from her early years as a prostitute). She wears very little, typically low and short leather shorts/shirt, black bra, and thigh length boots. Chains around her neck and at her waist and hips add to her look. She usually wears a purple duster when traveling. Its numerous pockets provide her quick access to a repertoire of tools and weapons. She also wears a black glove over her left hand; something she’s uncomfortable about.

CONCEPT: Psyker/Etherjunkie

BACKGROUND: Alexia grew up in squalor; a Tomb’s child of a junky mother and nonexistent father. Alexia promised she’d never follow her mother’s path. She quickly discovered she wasn’t like the other Tomb Rats; being faster, smarter, and more perceptive. Those skills allowed the skinny little girl to survive everything the streets threw at her and sense trouble from miles away. But even in the Tombs, such things could only get you so far. She knew there must be more to the world than cold and pain.

Alexia found her dreams in the Ether. She first tasted the Ether while running an errand for a local DreamWeaver. For the first time, music filled her world; blocking out the cacophony of drugs and men her mother brought home. Whenever she could she plugged in this new music sang to her very soul. She was free; she was in control. The flesh was no longer needed. There were no cold, no dark, no rats nor hunger... just music and lights and landscapes of the imagination.

But the Ether was a distant world and to reach it Alexia needed more money. The Tombs weren’t conducive for reaching paradise, and the money she could make as a Prole would never lift her from destitution.

One morning Alexia’s mother didn't wake up; her heart liquefied by a Jet overdose. A Tank called Eddie kicked down the crypt’s door, demanding payment for the drugs he’d sold. Since her mother had flat-lined, the debt now fell on Alexia’s head. She couldn’t resist him, his chromed body an abomination of body augmentations. He took her virginity that night, beside the cold, empty shell of her mother. She was twelve. She closed her eyes and dreamed of the Ether; forgetting the flesh.

Her mother’s debt had been considerable, and Alexia found herself Eddie’s slave. He pimped her out, slowly paying off what she ‘owed.’ Her clientele ran in the Ethernaut variety, when she discovered she could get more ‘into it’ when she was jacked-in. Business was plentiful and she learned with each encounter; sampling the Ether as much as she could, answering the desires of Eddie’s more selective patrons. It was then she became Jammer; an Avatar of electronic bliss.

Eddie rewarded her with a better wiring, allowing her to work more. Alexia didn’t care. It was only the Flesh, after all. Nor did she care when he upgraded her body; sculpting her eyes and adding an epidermis/Mylar weave to prevent bruising from her more ‘exuberant’ clients. None of that mattered; she lived, endured, survived, twelve years of Eddie’s tender mercy until her 24^th birthday. Then someone gave her a present, albeit unknowingly. Life was cheap in the Tombs, and someone bought Eddie’s for a song; throwing him in front of a MagLev train. With her owner now sushi, Alexia was free to reach for her dreams.

An Ethernaut called Cooler took her under his wing, taking her away to the world she so desired to be a part of. She never forgot the Flesh though, so to speak. With the credits she made doing work for Cooler, Alexia was able to augment her body; transforming it piece by piece into something more than human. She continued pushing the limits farther and farther, always wanting to be quicker; the speed of data, the raw essence of the Ether. Then Cooler let his mind mesh with the Net, leaving Alexia and his body behind. She wanted to join him desperately, but was pulled back at the last moment.

Zagam, owner of a Chop-Shop, took Alexia in this time; using Cooler’s body as a down payment. He helped her augment her body further, although there were a few ‘mishaps’ along the way. When they parted company, Alexia was ready for the Tombs; a true Ethernaut. What was to follow, no one would have guessed.

SKILLS: Primary- Computers; Secondary- Danger Sense/quick reflexes; Tertiary- Seduction

DISADVANTAGE: Known to lose herself to full immersion. Willing to do anything to justify her Ether-habits. Very little concern for flesh body/health. Without her glove, her left hand twitches; the results of her nerve damage from an experimental reflex-wire.