Max Warren, male, hacker and thief

Your name is Max Warren. You study computer science at the local college in a large town. You learned a lot about computers, technology and especially hacking. And you are really good. Not only that you had top grades, you also managed to use your hacking skills in practice sometimes.

It started with some small favors for an old friend who sold ****. You hacked the mobile phones of some of his enemies so he knew where they were. Later you found out the guys you spied on were then attacked by rival gang members and their **** and money were stolen. You didn’t care to be honest. They were all criminals and you got a large payment by your friend’s gang leaders.

In the following months you took a lot of jobs as a free hacker. You spied on companies, sometimes even larger ones, and sold the stolen information to rivals. You stole money from rich assholes bank accounts, some of them had children on your school who bullied you. You also exposed rival hackers and heled people to improve their online security. You even learned lock picking and pickpocketing to get access to even better protected servers and information. In your third semester you were an unstoppable thief who broke into companies and good protected mansions. And you were just 16 years old.

No system was safe from you, except you made it safe yourself. Neither were you ever caught by the police nor the company’s henchmen. And with your income you could live in a nice apartment without working next to study. But then things turned. You made one enemy too much. Or one too powerful. It doesn’t matter.

One day, you were at your computer playing video games, a group of police officers arrived at your home and as soon as you opened the door they stormed in, pulled you to the ground and arrested you. As much as you found out during your trial, one of the companies you stole from hired another professional hacker to track you down. The good thing was, the police only could only prove a few of your crimes and the judge seemed to have some mercy since you were still youthful. You only got three years with the possibly of probation. And of course, you were kicked out of college, but they couldn’t teach you anything useful anymore.

Well that was your story. You spent the next two years in a juvenile detention center. The guards had strict order to not let you use one of the computers in the library nor any other digital communication device. Your family, which you hadn’t a good relationship before, got mostly on distance during the trial and only your sister Maria visited you a few times.

But it seems your time has finally come.