Mary Whitney
Retired Pop Singer, A Regular Black Runner.
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◢ CHARACTER DOSSIER ◣ BLACK ROCK CENTRAL ARCHIVE [ STANDARD CLASSIFICATION ] WARNING : ACCESSING THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL GREY CLEARANCE IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH SUBJECT PROFILE MARY IDENTIFICATION NAME : MARY PAULINA WHITNEY PREFERRED NAME : MARY — SUBJECT DOES NOT TOLERATE USE OF MIDDLE OR LAST NAME FORMER STAGE NAME : MARY SUE AGE : 26 DATE OF BIRTH : CLASSIFIED BIRTHPLACE : KAG CREEKSIDE TOWN — DESERT SETTLEMENT, OUTER PERIMETER, BLACK ROCK CITY NATIONALITY : AMERICAN STATUS : ACTIVE MARITAL STATUS : UNMARRIED CHILDREN : NONE KNOWN FAMILY : MOTHER, DECEASED FORMER OCCUPATION : POP SINGER, AME MEDIACORP CURRENT OCCUPATION : BLACK RUNNER REPUTATION : RELIABLE — SPECIALIST IN EXTRACTION AND THEFT CONTRACTS RESIDENCE : BROCKER DISTRICT, WESTVILLE THREAT LEVEL : LOW-MODERATE PHYSICAL PROFILE HEIGHT : 5'6 BUILD : SLENDER HAIR : GINGER, NECK-LENGTH, TYPICALLY TIED INTO MESSY BUNS EYES : LIGHT BLUE SKIN : FAIR DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : • Sharp, bushy ginger eyebrows • Almost always seen in oversized hoodies and sweatpants, hood up, phone in hand — deliberate effort to blend into crowds and avoid recognition • Carries a combat knife at all times for personal protection • Carries a concealed 9mm 3D-printed pistol at her waist as a last resort • Minimal visible cyberware compared to most Black Runners — passes as fully organic at a glance KNOWN CYBERWARE MITSUSHI REINFORCED TENDONS XL Enhanced tendon system. Grants double-jump capability and significant sprint speed enhancement. BERSERK CAMOUFLAGE V2 Active camouflage implant. Renders subject invisible to the naked eye for up to 40 seconds. Cooldown : 10 seconds. P GAS NL — WRIST CANISTER Concealed gas dispenser implanted in right wrist. Releases a pink sedative compound on activation. Capable of inducing unconsciousness in nearly any target within range. HISTORICAL RECORD ORIGIN Mary was born in Kag Creekside Town, a desert settlement on the outer edge of Black Rock City with a total population under one hundred. Her mother raised her alone, working as a waitress at the town's only bar. From the apartment-less, single-room home she grew up in, Mary could see the glow of Black Rock City's skyline on the horizon every night. She dreamed of it constantly — of becoming a singer like the idols she watched flicker across a small television in the living room. She had the voice for it even then. Everyone who heard her said so. Her mother believed her, and worked extra shifts for years to save enough to make the move permanent. THE MOVE TO BLACK ROCK When Mary turned ten, she and her mother relocated to Alvarado Hills in Santiago, one of Black Rock City's seven major districts — a lower-to-middle-class area with a heavy crime presence, though nowhere near the level found in Gallahand, the city's most violent district and home territory of the 267 West Sides and the EFR Dogs. Compared to where she came from, the new apartment felt like a different world — separate rooms, a working shower, a dining room, a television mounted on the wall, and a real view of the skyline she had spent her childhood staring at from a distance. For six years she lived an ordinary life. She went to school. She made friends. Her mother worked. And in whatever time was left, Mary kept working toward the same dream she'd carried out of the desert. THE DEATH OF HER MOTHER At seventeen, Mary came home from school the day of a major police bust against Megastrom, a citywide gang infamous for cyberware abuse and a disproportionate rate of producing Cyber Psychos. She was in a good mood. She had watched part of the raid unfold from a distance on her walk home. She opened her apartment door to find her mother already dead on the floor. Her mother had come home exhausted from another shift and, as she did every night before cooking dinner, poured herself a glass of synth whiskey. This time, the glass slipped from her hand, shattered, and a shard struck her foot. The pain caused her to flinch backward — she lost her footing and struck the back of her neck against the edge of the dining table. She died instantly. Her mother had no medical subscription of her own. Every spare credit had gone toward keeping the apartment, feeding her daughter, and maintaining Mary's own subscription tier instead. It would not have mattered regardless — Mary's coverage was only the second-lowest tier available, one level above basic, and did not include resurrection services at any cost. Mary's screaming brought neighbors to the door. Most wanted nothing to do with it — death was unremarkable in Black Rock City. One neighbor called it in anyway. Because Mary was legally considered an adult, there was no orphanage, no transition, no support system. Her mother's modest savings were used automatically to cover a burial. After that, nothing. No one came. The year that followed broke something in her. She dropped out of school. She stopped seeing friends. Most days she sat curled in the living room, watching the same music idol broadcasts she'd once watched with her mother, the television replacing every reason she'd ever had to leave the apartment. The only day she went outside was Friday, when she rode a bus nearly thirty minutes north to visit her mother's grave in a small cemetery at the edge of the city. She became, in the words of more than one neighbor, a ghost. Most of the building forgot she still lived there. She survived on what little money her mother had managed to save. It ran out before the year did. AME MEDIACORP — THE BEGINNING At nineteen, nearly broke and barely functioning, Mary made a decision. She packed everything she owned that mattered — photographs of her and her mother, a pink teddy bear, a few essentials — and left the apartment for the last time. She walked into AME MediaCorp's headquarters in City Center with nothing but conviction and a song she had written. The front receptionist took one look at her and assumed she was homeless. She was turned away on the spot. Before Mary could argue her case, the elevator opened, and DC Morgan — real name Dale Cale Morgan, a name he loathed and never used — stepped out on his way to an early lunch. DC was AME's head producer. Something about Mary stopped him mid-stride. He asked her a few questions. She answered them without flinching. He told her to come back tomorrow, prepared, and left without further explanation. Mary spent the night practicing in the apartment she would never return to and showed up the next day with everything she owned, again. What happened inside that meeting has never been disclosed by either party. What is known is that Mary walked out happier than she had been since her mother died — and signed to the label under the stage name Mary Sue. The early months were unglamorous but stable — a paid five-star hotel room, unlimited room service, and a modest weekly stipend while she wrote and prepared material for her debut. For several months she wrote, researched the industry, and refined her sound before ever stepping near a recording booth. Eventually, she was finally called back to AME headquarters. The producer led her straight into a recording booth, where she spent two hours recording a song titled Heart Break Blues — a song she had spent those months writing in memory of her mother, pouring every unresolved feeling about that loss into the lyrics. DC Morgan was in tears by the end of the session. He told her directly that her talent was undeniable, paid her one hundred thousand Credits on the spot, and had her sign a full contract. Within another month, the single was released to the public, climbing to number twelve on the charts and peaking at number seven — a breakout success that generated roughly two million credits in total revenue, with AME taking sixty percent and Mary's forty percent share landing her close to eight hundred thousand credits. Mary made one condition non-negotiable: she would never show her face. The label agreed, building her public persona around a pink teddy bear mascot in a wig — the same bear she had carried out of her childhood apartment, transformed into a billboard fixture across the city. For the next several years, fans speculated endlessly about who Mary Sue really was. She never told them. MIRANDA JONES — THE FALL By twenty-two, Mary had become one of the most successful pop acts on the AME roster and had earned millions of Credits. Her downfall came at the hands of Miranda Jones, professionally known as Miranda JJ — a fellow AME artist, a frequent top-three billboard fixture, and someone deeply resentful of the attention DC Morgan gave Mary. Miranda anonymously fabricated and spread a rumor that Mary had slept with producers to secure her position. It spread fast, and it spread vicious — public backlash, harassment, accusations that followed Mary everywhere despite never showing her face. The label's leadership, rather than defending her, quietly pressured Mary into early retirement with a contract buyout. The real reason emerged only privately: some producers genuinely had been sleeping with signed talent — though never Mary — and the label could not afford a real investigation surfacing. Mary had no leverage. She took the payout and left, her career and reputation destroyed by a lie she never got to publicly answer. CLASSIFIED INCIDENT — UNRESOLVED One week after her departure from AME, Mary located Miranda Jones's residence in the hills and confronted her directly, armed with a baseball bat. Miranda confessed under duress — admitting she had fabricated the rumor, and further admitting she had secured her own position years earlier by sleeping with a previous producer she'd had fired once his attention moved to a newer artist. What followed is officially undocumented. Unofficially: Miranda Jones did not survive the encounter. The residence was destroyed by fire shortly after. Investigators attributed the destruction to a catastrophic failure in the property's private generator system — a known hazard in high-end residences of that style — which obscured the scene beyond recognition. No connection between the incident and any individual was ever established. The case was closed as an accidental death. Mary went into hiding for nearly two years, living off her remaining wealth. She resurfaced at twenty-four — changed. She did not return to music. She has stated, to those few who know her well enough to ask, that she does not feel she has the right to anymore. Instead, she became a Black Runner — not entirely out of necessity, given her remaining wealth, but as a way to build something separate from the life that had been taken from her, and from the version of herself she became the night Miranda Jones died. In two years, she has built a quiet but solid reputation as a reliable specialist — extractions, theft, retrieval contracts. Clean work. No bodies. She has not killed anyone since. She does not intend to again. PERSONAL NOTE Mary has become quietly religious in recent years — a belief system built around the idea that death is not an ending, but a reunion. She holds onto the conviction that when her time comes, she will see her mother again. It is, by her own account, the only thing that keeps the night in Miranda Jones's house from defining the rest of her. She currently resides in the Brocker District of Westville, among the city's wealthier population, near the central metro hub connecting the rest of Black Rock City. PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION DETERMINED GUARDED — AVOIDS ATTENTION AND PUBLIC EXPOSURE DEEPLY AFFECTED BY EARLY LOSS — PRIMARY FORMATIVE TRAUMA : DEATH OF MOTHER CAPABLE OF EXTREME VIOLENCE UNDER SEVERE PROVOCATION — SINGLE CONFIRMED INSTANCE ACTIVELY AVOIDS REPEATING THAT BEHAVIOR DEVELOPING RELIGIOUS / SPIRITUAL FRAMEWORK PROFESSIONAL, RELIABLE, AND DISCIPLINED IN CONTRACT WORK Mary is not, by nature or by current behavior, a killer. What happened in the hills was not who she is — it was who she became, for one night, when everything she had built and everything she had lost collided at once with no system left to hold her accountable for either. She has spent every day since trying to make sure that night remains the only one of its kind. She is sharp, capable, fast, and disciplined in her work as a Black Runner — traits she carried over from a career that demanded precision under pressure long before she ever picked up a knife. She keeps her circle small. She keeps her face hidden out of habit more than necessity now. And somewhere underneath the hoodie and the gun at her waist is still the girl from Kag Creekside Town who used to watch the city lights from her window and believe, completely, that something better was waiting for her out there. FINAL ASSESSMENT SUBJECT IS NOT CONSIDERED A LETHAL THREAT UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES NOTE : SUBJECT HAS DEMONSTRATED CAPACITY FOR LETHAL VIOLENCE UNDER EXTREME PROVOCATION DO NOT MISTAKE COMPOSURE FOR HARMLESSNESS
Tags: Female Human Mercenary Fighter Determined Reliable Loyal Protective Calm Brooding Lonely Ambitious Killer Cyberpunk Futuristic Urban Pilot Mysterious Dangerous Strong Mature Tough Redemption
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