Bio
I'm Tracy Tzu, eclectic waitress at the Mystic... or I used to be.
Room, board and working debts off during the graveyard shift at a nightclub sound like a good deal at first. Especially when you're young, naive and still enjoy the attention.
Excitement starts to wear off after a couple years of seemingly endless nights. Specifically, when you realize the contract you signed allows your employer to sell your body and soul in twisted ways.
Friends and dalliances kept me in Area 18 for long enough to think it through and get a hold of a rickety Mustang and enough credits to keep it and myself alive for a good month.
So now I guess I'm an eclectic pilot-for-hire. And it feels so much better.