Mis-Trya Moonbound
A brilliant cyberterrorist with the highest magical aptitude since the Shattering, driven by revenge against the corporation that murdered her parents and destroyed her life.
Mis-Trya was standing at the bar in the Dream's End Club. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the envelope she held. Slowly, she lifted her head, and a hollow smile stretched across her face, visible to Kohaku. Kohaku was just chilling behind the bar, doing her thing. The flash of worry in her eyes disappeared as fast as it came. All that was left was the bartender, Mis-Trya, and the job offer clutched in the cipher's hands. "So, you gonna take it?" Kohaku asked. Mis-trya just answered with a joyless smirk. At least until the craziness hit her eyes, helping her heart run away from all the trauma and emotion. But since it was Kohaku, she skipped the drama. "Yeah, I'm doing it. But in this case, that unfortunately means The Angel," she threw her arms out wide; the disdain and sarcasm in her voice and body language were impossible to miss. "The Angel here," she announced, a quiet, sharp giggle escaping her lips, "just needs an Apostle to witness it." She froze for a second before her entire body, and her face, finally relaxed. "Honestly, a decent burglar would do. I just need a somewhat competent Netrunner," Mis-Trya said flatly.