tricky mick

On a foggy night, several years ago, a girl was found by some dock workers in a crate marked "MADE IN IRELAND", half starved and seemingly suffering from amnesia. The workers called the fuzz, reporting a break-in, unconvinced of her innocence. Sighing heavily, she utilized her extensive knowledge of technology and quickly took over one of the cranes by computer, making good her escape. The newspapers would call it the trickiest escape made that year. Delighted by the title, she adopted it, and would from then on call herself Tricky Mick.

Wandering the streets alone recently with her laptop, she heard sirens nearby. Miffed that they might have spotted her, and her past was finally catching up, she ran down an alley and up to a large steel door which blocked her path. She frantically hacked into the network of the building it belonged to and opened it, ducking inside. In the dark, while she waited for the sirens to pass, a voice spoke to her.

"Well well," it said, low and ominous, "who dares disturb this coven?"

Tricky smirked, unafraid. "Just some Irish chick, hiding from some heat. Don't mind me, I'll be gone in a minute."

The voice laughed. "Oh, I don't think so."

Amused by her bravery and sarcasm, this particular coven decided to adopt Tricky, and use her to bring their derby regime into the light of the 21st century. Sporting a Tech Support badge and some quads, and with an ever-present witty retort, Tricky joined the Trampires and has yet to shut her smart-a** mouth since.