Scamper

Once, the city used to pulse with energy. Dirty and dangerous, but alive and wonderful. Now, it's something else. The changes came slowly at first. Most didn't realize or didn't care, and accepted them. They chose a comfortable life. Some didn't... and those who refused to confirm were pushed to the sidelines... criminalized. They became our clients.

We call ourselves Runners. We exist on the edge, between the gloss and the reality. We keep out of trouble... Out of sight, and the cops don't bother us. Runners see this city in a different way. We see the flow. Rooftops become pathways and conduits, possibilities and escape routes. The flow is what keeps us running, keeps us alive.



Scamper is a Runner, a member of a pseudo-organization that exists solely as a reactionary movement, a response to a governmental crackdown on all dangerous aspects of society. She grew up an orphan, if her frantic stumbling through childhood could be called the state of being 'orphaned.' She had no purpose before she found Running, or rather, Running found her. After a simple pickpocketing escalated into a terrified flight from the entire police force, Scamper was nearly detained, and would have been captured for sure if it hadn't been for the intervention of a passing Runner. The contraband courier guided the foxgirl into a hiding spot, where she remained until the smoke blew over, and there she was trained on the ways of Running. Parkour, acrobatics, free running, gymnastics, hand-to-hand combat, urban navigation; all this she learned and more.

And now she lives at a much higher altitude, leaping from rooftop to rooftop above the streets, rather than wandering aimlessly through them. Need to get something to someone without the government censors rifling through it? Want a package delivered with an illicit substance that would never make it through the security checkpoints? That's when you get the word out, and maybe you'll see a flash of blue as a scarf goes flapping in the wind, a flicker of black in the form of a vixen tail whipping by. If you want to Run with her, you had better be fast, or you'll quickly be left behind. Or maybe you've got a job for her, she's just the right kind of person to take on a task that's less than legal operation, one you can claim plausible deniability for?