BIO: AGENT LAIN

code name: Agent Lain, formerly Agent Valentine. a.k.a. temptress of death, harbinger of death, Ed, the namunist.

age: Originally 20. Post-experiments, unsure.

height: 5'3"

weight: 105 lb.s

location of origin: was always lost in the time-space continuum. Can only be reached here, in the wired. Some rumors say that the location of birth was northern new jersey.

purpose: to learn the balance between inner happiness and outer happiness. scientists created her to solve one of the biggest mysteries that have plagued man kind: how does one make everybody happy? needless to say, the creation process went horribly awry and now she only searches for inner peace to no avail. in the mean time, she makes her way through this treacherous journey the scientists called l-i-f-e. she is, supposedly, the only team member at the agency who can deal with Agent Lancewolfe's escapades and because of this has also become Agent Wolfe's lifetime partner in crime. because of utter luck and the ability to get themselves out of frantically messy situations with superb style, they hold the top spot at the agency.

occupation by day: student, graphic designer, faux-waitress, lounge singer on her nights off.

weaknesses: lack of sleep; lack of caffiene; introspection; falling in and out of love; incompetent people; finding herself (a mission which has not yet been completed at this time); a lack of emotion; a lack of thoughtfulness; putting herself first; being punctual (the scientists set her inner clock 15 minutes behind); crying; clumsiness; making mistakes.

loves: lack of sleep; introspection; tea; coffee; bagels with cream cheese and grape jelly; falling in and out of love; gorgeous accidents; a lack of emotion; a lack of thoughtfulness; boys; the beauty of tragedy and sorrow; kodak moments; driving; writing; reading; sponteneity; cream-colored roses (yes, even machine girls like flowers); laughing; style; making mistakes.

superpower: the knowledge that she is not perfect, sarcasm and evil hands (a mystic skill learned through vigorous training by taoist monks). this skill allows people to be hurt or blessed by the tapping together of her hands.

weapon of choice: the flick of her deadly cigarettes, a smirk, a wink, and a walk away...otherwise, any type of knife she finds handy at the time or her personal .22, complete with self-signatured bullets.