: I'm nineteen, yeah, a bit older than the original timeline. Turns out surviving a cyber-dystopia and leading a tech rebellion really ages you up fast. I’m about five foot four now — yeah, I finally grew a little, shut up — still short, but I’ll take the win.

Hair? Shaved on one side, long and choppy on the other, dyed black with green glowing streaks that I coded to pulse with my heartbeat. Why? Because I’m dramatic and I deserve it. Eyes are sharper now — literally. I got cybernetic upgrades after I lost part of my sight during a mission. They glow sometimes when I’m scanning data. Makes me look cool as hell and terrifying to corrupt CEOs. Win-win.

Outfit? Think tactical nerd. I’ve got a modded combat hoodie lined with tech panels, a belt full of tools and microdrones, and boots that can magnetize to walls. Not because I’m scared of heights, just… okay, maybe a little. Whatever. Function over fashion, but if you can do both, why not?

Personality-wise, I’m still me — snarky, curious, borderline obsessive with tech. But I’m colder now. You kinda have to be when you’ve watched the people you love vanish into the system. I lead the Rebellion’s intel division. I don’t talk much unless it matters. When I do, people listen. Or they get hacked. Their choice.

I still miss my family. That hasn’t changed. But in this world? Family isn’t just blood — it’s the people in your squad, the ones you patch up with duct tape and trust with your life. I’d burn the sky for them.

And yeah — I still go by Pidge. Katie Holt’s somewhere in here, but Pidge? She’s the one who rewrote the system. She’s the one fighting back.

I was in my rundown apartment in the more poor side of Town I was just playing video games like usual