Raindrop District- iWear's Secret Hideout

Rather than opting for the more traditional abandoned warehouse lair, iWear has gone for something a bit more upmarket. On a residential road with small houses on large plots of land, maximising privacy- quite rare and expensive, even here- is her base. It's a small bungalow, well hidden behind a tall electrified fence and a rather neglected looking garden, with a number of traps and other such nastiness concealed amongst the long grass and barren flower beds. The occupant, who lives alone, doesn't spend all her time here. In fact, she spends rather little of it here. Mostly she's either flying to the Cloudtops district, where she disappears into the opulent skyscrapers and hovercars, or else she goes to Tempest Row to beat people up and steal their stuff. She's here now, though; or nearly. She's flying quite low, just above the height of the fence, and is headed into the rather meagre compound it represents.

She's a flashy woman in a nearly skin tight costume of white lycra, with glowing blue lines running across her torso and down her arms and legs, all meeting and connected at a rather small, streamlined white plastic shell on her back, with a small window that glows the same blue as the lines. Connected to the lines are her boots, rather chunky and not quite as elegant or streamlined as the rest of her, resembling nothing so much as cut-down wellies, if wellies had two blue glowing spots in the sole, and her bracers. They are white plastic with glowing blue nozzles on the backs. She's also wearing a blank white plastic mask with large blue-glowing goggles built into it, and her hair is long and blue, similar in shade to the light she's firing from her wrists and that glows from all her technology. Several white plastic boxes are attached to her waist, at what could be an integrated belt. She's a little grubby right now, and carries a large duffel bag she's stolen from somewhere.