CLASSIFIED: Lt. Lin HuiXin, Angela

Lt. Lin HuiXin, Angela AKA Picklock

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Common Name: Lt. Lin HuiXin, Angela (Angel)

Codename: Picklock

Birthplace: Singapore

Age (approximately): Early 20s

Primary Military Specialty: Computer Technology (Security)

Secondary Military Specialty: Combat Engineer

Likes: Challenges, Perfect 10 (Radio Station), learning new things, mint, poetry, meeting people, loud music, toast

Dislikes: The cold, getting ignored, losing, tomatoes, toasters

Hobbies: Tinkling with explosives and robotic mice, solving mazes, basketball

Special strengths:

-Open-Mindedness>> She can accept anything about anyone you throw in her face, but she doesn't have to like it.

-Aggressive and persistent>> She'll bully anyone into doing whatever she wants if she wants it bad enough.

-Intelligence>> She's a certified genius! Too bad it isn't obvious ^^; But she does have a sharp and discerning mind good at cracking codes and such.

-Left Sweep Kick>> Her strongest, most utilized hand-to-hand combat skill. Most useful because caught in a fight, more times than not her hands are full of her laptop and wires.

Weaknesses:

-Warm-hearted>> Will help ANYONE in need, often against orders.

-Aggressive and persistent>> Well, this does make her irritating at times.

-Knowledge>> Most of what she knows come from textbook and stimulation exercises (hey, S'pore's almost pacifist), very little battle-field experience.

-Health>> She catches colds very easy cos of inadaptability to the climate.

-Convinced of Immortality>> With more than the usual folly of youth, she's unconvinced of the possibility t hat she might die in combat and would therefore take any risk.

-Dramatic>> If you leave things up to her, you can forget about being discreet!

Has trouble with: Heavy accents, American and Canadian slang, French verbs, Spanish and German, fixing household appliances likes toasters and her Disc-man.

Favorite subject: E.O.D

Worst Subject: Genetics

Aspirations/Goals: To become an officer of the G.I. Joes and recorded in History Textbooks; Own a Harley Davidson motorcycle

Skills:

-Languages>> Knows excellent Chinese and Japanese since she's chinese herself and learnt Japanese in school. May slip into Japanese and Chinese terms from time to time, such as curses and absent-minded replies.

-Security Bypass>> Includes decoding, hacking, picking locks of any kind and short-circuiting systems. When she can't get pass them, she'll just happily blow them up, figuratively and literally. The good side of this is she can create good security systems and better encoding.

-Computer Viruses>> As a private project in Army School, she and a friend secretly programmed a computer virus that scrambles the decoding abilities of a computer system. She keeps this on a diskette.

-Dissembling Explosives>> She only knows the basic of this and is better at putting them together, but even then, there's more creativity involved than skill.

--Engineering>> She can fix anything from the latest computerized jet planes to the most ancient bugs, but hand her an electrical home appliance and she's stomped. Especially toasters!

Physical Appearance:

-Eye>>Black

-Hair>>Black; shoulder length cut at a slant from the front to the back of her neck

-Face>>Oval with a sharp stubborn chin

-Skin tone>>Light bronzy tan

-Height>>5'4"

-Casual gear>>Baggy pants or shorts with oversized t-shorts or standard issue camouflage shirt and pants. Old high-tops.

-Uniform>> Dull green, light for the blouse and dark for the cap and straight short skirt ending just below the knees. Black socks and army boots (these have metal bits in the sole so they make lots of noise, impressive, but not too practical) and white gloves

-Can't-be-withouts>> A pair of mirrored shades, Disc-man, laptop and a revolver (it's really old, kept in good condition, and doesn't work!)

-Others>> A scar on her left wrist and another down her thigh, chews mint gum almost all the time, serious Ribena addict.

History:

-Family>> Lived with parents, 3 grandparents, 3 brothers and 1 sister in a five-roomed apartment. Her youngest brother is a serious G.I.Joe fan.

-Education>> She was hand-picked for the Gifted Education Programme from 13 to 16, then went on to Military School on a government scholarship. She has little battle-field experience since the trainings and lessons are mostly stimulation and textbook type. Awarded the gold star for excellence upon graduation.

-Bond>> Because of her scholarship, she has to work for the government under half-pay until she is 32 to pay it back. However, if she can pay back the money, the bond will be released.

-Turning point>> She suppressed herself to be the quiet lonely child she was expected to be all the way up till 16 when she snapped one day under the stress of school and a pathetic social life, climbed out to the top of Victoria Theatre and attempted to suicide by cutting her left wrist. As her life trickled before her eyes, she suddenly realised how stupid she had been all the while so gave up, went home and resolved to become who she truly was. It isn't an experience that she minded talking about and her family never knew what she tried to do that night.

-Personality>> A strong woman of action, Picklock doesn't break rules, just plays by her own. Her code of honour is slightly different from the conventional; using low tricks and gimmicks is okay, but lies are not. To her, being honourable is basically being true to yourself and being able to look back upon your life and not regret any part of it. She doesn't actually think about what she does and says but will never leak out a secret. She would obey any direct, valid orders even if she doesn't like it, but then she'll turn around and go ahead with what she intended to do to help as "just me, not the gold-star commando". Her image is "cool, collected, with an attitude" and tends to strike her Singaporean peers as "a punk".

-Friends>> She has one best friend back in Singapore by the name of Ginger, whom she writes to once in a while.

-Military Career>> After graduating from Military School, she served as an Information Officer in the Singapore Armed Forces but was mighty bored with it. When she learnt about the Government's plans to send people to the G.I.Joes on a 6 month attachment exchange to improve political relations with America, she saw it as her chance and bugged her superiors until they sent her.

Additional Info:

Angela has a major crush on Nicky (Tunnel Rat).

Writing Sample:

The two women moved together, quietly through the misty maze. "Ginger, staff count." One requested through her headset. The dim light glinted off the mirrored shades perched on the top of her head. Her companion cast wild eyes around, like a nervous, frightened rabbit.

"Two casualties, one capture." She nodded an acknowledgement although she knew Ginger could not see her. "Boytoy's got six casualties and three captures." She snapped her gum and tallied up the score. Not bad, all things considered. "Angel, quit your gum. I'm getting static."

"Sorry." She took the grey lump of sticky chewed gum from her mouth and stuck it over a motion sensor, promptly disabling the laser overhead. They had to shoot down the second laser mounted on the automatic door before it would slide open, but a little wire-jiggling did the same; she wasn't called Picklock for nothing!

"Heads up, Herald," She unslung her laser rifle and put on the shades. A triangular wedge split the corridor in two. Herald gave a gratified smile. This would be the last stretch of this stimulation exercise. Never one for such things, she was eager to get it over with. With a little more confidence, she ran down the right lane. Picklock took a moment to check the level on her laser charge meter, pop a fresh strip of gum in her mouth, then took the left.

"Stay right where you are, Herald!" The 'enemy' nudged the back sensor panel on Herald's bodysuit with his laser. Obediently she set down her weapon and let herself be herded out of the narrow lane to where the corridor opened up again.

"Oh no you don't." Picklock emerged from the other path, nozzle jabbing Boytoy's temple. He let go of his laser automatically, letting it fall to his side.

"The gate lasers weren't shot out. You're going to get into a lot of trouble with shorting that door again."

"That's my problem. Where's that last guy?"

"Right here." A spot of red light appeared between her eyes. She hissed and cursed. "Hand him here." The last of Boytoy's team circled closer, carefully.

"Sure, catch!" She crouched down suddenly and knocked Boytoy's legs out from under him with a sweeping kick that sent him sprawling atop the other man, whom she shot as she got up. Boytoy looked ruefully up at her.

"You never play by the rules, do you, Angela." And pushed sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes.

"Only my own, Boytoy." She grinned in reply and shot him in the front panel.