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	In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s brown eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.		In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s brown eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.

	That night, the encounter gnawed at Ellienore, a persistent echo she couldn’t shake. The mercenary’s dark ginger hair, the way she moved—it stirred memories of a life she kept buried, a past in Azeroth she dared not speak of for fear of being labeled insane. Unable to rest, she used her netrunning skills to trace the woman’s path, hacking into Night City’s surveillance grids with a deft touch. Her search led her to a dingy apartment in Little China, its flickering neon sign casting shadows on the cracked pavement. With a silent hack, she netran the door open, her cybernetic enhancements masking her footsteps as she slipped inside. The dim glow of a ~~holo-~~screen illuminated the mercenary, who turned with a start, her posh English accent whispering, “Who are you?” Ellienore’s instincts took over—she pinned the woman in a corner, her cybernetic strength unyielding, and stared into her face, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers. Recognition crashed over her like a tidal wave—Annabelle’s dark ginger hair, her green eyes, that refined voice—it was her sister, lost to her since Azeroth. Tears welled up as Ellienore broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, the years of separation and exile pouring out as she collapsed into Annabelle’s arms.		That night, the encounter gnawed at Ellienore, a persistent echo she couldn’t shake. The mercenary’s dark ginger hair, the way she moved—it stirred memories of a life she kept buried, a past in Azeroth she dared not speak of for fear of being labeled insane. Unable to rest, she used her netrunning skills to trace the woman’s path, hacking into Night City’s surveillance grids with a deft touch. Her search led her to a dingy apartment in Little China, its flickering neon sign casting shadows on the cracked pavement. With a silent hack, she netran the door open, her cybernetic enhancements masking her footsteps as she slipped inside. The dim glow of a computer screen illuminated the mercenary, who turned with a start, her posh English accent whispering, “Who are you?” Ellienore’s instincts took over—she pinned the woman in a corner, her cybernetic strength unyielding, and stared into her face, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers. Recognition crashed over her like a tidal wave—Annabelle’s dark ginger hair, her green eyes, that refined voice—it was her sister, lost to her since Azeroth. Tears welled up as Ellienore broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, the years of separation and exile pouring out as she collapsed into Annabelle’s arms.

	They sank onto the couch, seeking solace in the chaos of Night City. Annabelle turned on the TV, its low hum a mindless Braindance channel, while Ellienore lay down, resting her head in her sister’s lap. Tears streamed down her face as Annabelle caressed her cheeks, her touch gentle and familiar, rekindling a bond Ellienore thought she’d lost forever. In that raw, vulnerable moment, the sisters found a lifeline, their closeness a testament to the shared pain of their past, now anchoring them in a world far from home.		They sank onto the couch, seeking solace in the chaos of Night City. Annabelle turned on the TV, its low hum a mindless Braindance channel, while Ellienore lay down, resting her head in her sister’s lap. Tears streamed down her face as Annabelle caressed her cheeks, her touch gentle and familiar, rekindling a bond Ellienore thought she’d lost forever. In that raw, vulnerable moment, the sisters found a lifeline, their closeness a testament to the shared pain of their past, now anchoring them in a world far from home.

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	By year’s end, Ellienore launched the Neon Nexus network, a global, neural-inspired system linking data centers across NUSA, Texas, Québec, Ontario, and beyond. The launch, hosted in a Watson skyscraper, drew corporate giants and netrunners alike, but Kael Draven’s final strike—a virtual assault on the event’s grid—was thwarted by Apothecary's counter attack. This triumph elevated Apothecary to a tech titan, positioning Ellienore as Night City’s enigmatic leader, her Azeroth past a secret she guarded fiercely, even from Angie.		By year’s end, Ellienore launched the Neon Nexus network, a global, neural-inspired system linking data centers across NUSA, Texas, Québec, Ontario, and beyond. The launch, hosted in a Watson skyscraper, drew corporate giants and netrunners alike, but Kael Draven’s final strike—a virtual assault on the event’s grid—was thwarted by Apothecary's counter attack. This triumph elevated Apothecary to a tech titan, positioning Ellienore as Night City’s enigmatic leader, her Azeroth past a secret she guarded fiercely, even from Angie.

	== Encounter and Reunion with her ~~sister~~ ==		== Encounter and Reunion with her Sister ==
	In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s brown eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.		In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s brown eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.

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	== Encounter and Reunion with her sister ==		== Encounter and Reunion with her sister ==
	In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s ~~green~~ eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.		In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s brown eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.

	That night, the encounter gnawed at Ellienore, a persistent echo she couldn’t shake. The mercenary’s dark ginger hair, the way she moved—it stirred memories of a life she kept buried, a past in Azeroth she dared not speak of for fear of being labeled insane. Unable to rest, she used her netrunning skills to trace the woman’s path, hacking into Night City’s surveillance grids with a deft touch. Her search led her to a dingy apartment in Little China, its flickering neon sign casting shadows on the cracked pavement. With a silent hack, she netran the door open, her cybernetic enhancements masking her footsteps as she slipped inside. The dim glow of a holo-screen illuminated the mercenary, who turned with a start, her posh English accent whispering, “Who are you?” Ellienore’s instincts took over—she pinned the woman in a corner, her cybernetic strength unyielding, and stared into her face, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers. Recognition crashed over her like a tidal wave—Annabelle’s dark ginger hair, her green eyes, that refined voice—it was her sister, lost to her since Azeroth. Tears welled up as Ellienore broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, the years of separation and exile pouring out as she collapsed into Annabelle’s arms.		That night, the encounter gnawed at Ellienore, a persistent echo she couldn’t shake. The mercenary’s dark ginger hair, the way she moved—it stirred memories of a life she kept buried, a past in Azeroth she dared not speak of for fear of being labeled insane. Unable to rest, she used her netrunning skills to trace the woman’s path, hacking into Night City’s surveillance grids with a deft touch. Her search led her to a dingy apartment in Little China, its flickering neon sign casting shadows on the cracked pavement. With a silent hack, she netran the door open, her cybernetic enhancements masking her footsteps as she slipped inside. The dim glow of a holo-screen illuminated the mercenary, who turned with a start, her posh English accent whispering, “Who are you?” Ellienore’s instincts took over—she pinned the woman in a corner, her cybernetic strength unyielding, and stared into her face, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers. Recognition crashed over her like a tidal wave—Annabelle’s dark ginger hair, her green eyes, that refined voice—it was her sister, lost to her since Azeroth. Tears welled up as Ellienore broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, the years of separation and exile pouring out as she collapsed into Annabelle’s arms.

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	By year’s end, Ellienore launched the Neon Nexus network, a global, neural-inspired system linking data centers across NUSA, Texas, Québec, Ontario, and beyond. The launch, hosted in a Watson skyscraper, drew corporate giants and netrunners alike, but Kael Draven’s final strike—a virtual assault on the event’s grid—was thwarted by Apothecary's counter attack. This triumph elevated Apothecary to a tech titan, positioning Ellienore as Night City’s enigmatic leader, her Azeroth past a secret she guarded fiercely, even from Angie.		By year’s end, Ellienore launched the Neon Nexus network, a global, neural-inspired system linking data centers across NUSA, Texas, Québec, Ontario, and beyond. The launch, hosted in a Watson skyscraper, drew corporate giants and netrunners alike, but Kael Draven’s final strike—a virtual assault on the event’s grid—was thwarted by Apothecary's counter attack. This triumph elevated Apothecary to a tech titan, positioning Ellienore as Night City’s enigmatic leader, her Azeroth past a secret she guarded fiercely, even from Angie.

			== Encounter and Reunion with her sister ==
			In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s green eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.

			That night, the encounter gnawed at Ellienore, a persistent echo she couldn’t shake. The mercenary’s dark ginger hair, the way she moved—it stirred memories of a life she kept buried, a past in Azeroth she dared not speak of for fear of being labeled insane. Unable to rest, she used her netrunning skills to trace the woman’s path, hacking into Night City’s surveillance grids with a deft touch. Her search led her to a dingy apartment in Little China, its flickering neon sign casting shadows on the cracked pavement. With a silent hack, she netran the door open, her cybernetic enhancements masking her footsteps as she slipped inside. The dim glow of a holo-screen illuminated the mercenary, who turned with a start, her posh English accent whispering, “Who are you?” Ellienore’s instincts took over—she pinned the woman in a corner, her cybernetic strength unyielding, and stared into her face, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers. Recognition crashed over her like a tidal wave—Annabelle’s dark ginger hair, her green eyes, that refined voice—it was her sister, lost to her since Azeroth. Tears welled up as Ellienore broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, the years of separation and exile pouring out as she collapsed into Annabelle’s arms.

			They sank onto the couch, seeking solace in the chaos of Night City. Annabelle turned on the TV, its low hum a mindless Braindance channel, while Ellienore lay down, resting her head in her sister’s lap. Tears streamed down her face as Annabelle caressed her cheeks, her touch gentle and familiar, rekindling a bond Ellienore thought she’d lost forever. In that raw, vulnerable moment, the sisters found a lifeline, their closeness a testament to the shared pain of their past, now anchoring them in a world far from home.

	== Reunion with The Fiend and Legacy ==		== Reunion with The Fiend and Legacy ==

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	{{InfoboxPerson\|name=Ellienore Bradley\|image=[[File:Ellie2.png\|400px]] <!-- Updated to match file name and size -->\|image_caption=Ellienore Bradley - ~~2076~~\|age=28\|birth_date=Year 12 ADP (Azeroth Calendar), arrived 2073 (Cyberpunk Calendar)\|race=Human\|class=Netrunner (formerly Warlock)\|faction=Apothecary Inc.\|status=Active\|occupation=CEO of Apothecary Inc., Netrunner\|location=Night City}}		{{InfoboxPerson\|name=Ellienore Bradley\|image=[[File:Ellie2.png\|400px]] <!-- Updated to match file name and size -->\|image_caption=Ellienore Bradley - 2077\|age=28\|birth_date=Year 12 ADP (Azeroth Calendar), arrived 2073 (Cyberpunk Calendar)\|race=Human\|class=Netrunner (formerly Warlock)\|faction=Apothecary Inc.\|status=Active\|occupation=CEO of Apothecary Inc., Netrunner\|location=Night City}}

	== Calendar Note ==		== Calendar Note ==

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	Ellienore, operating as the “Red Scarf Phantom,” was infiltrating the Scavengers’ dataspaces to cripple their defenses, her neural link buzzing as she hacked their turret network. Unbeknownst to her, Angie was directly in the turret’s line of fire, pinned behind a rusting container. With split-second precision, Ellienore disabled the turret, its servos grinding to a halt just as Angie dove clear, the bullet storm missing her by inches. Angie’s sharp eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of Ellienore’s silhouette on a nearby holo-display—her red scarf, safely stashed in her safehouse but worn virtually, flashing in the digital ether. Intrigued by this phantom’s skill and quiet intensity, Angie issued a rare invitation to their hideout, a fortified junkyard lair pulsing with the Animals’ primal energy.		Ellienore, operating as the “Red Scarf Phantom,” was infiltrating the Scavengers’ dataspaces to cripple their defenses, her neural link buzzing as she hacked their turret network. Unbeknownst to her, Angie was directly in the turret’s line of fire, pinned behind a rusting container. With split-second precision, Ellienore disabled the turret, its servos grinding to a halt just as Angie dove clear, the bullet storm missing her by inches. Angie’s sharp eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of Ellienore’s silhouette on a nearby holo-display—her red scarf, safely stashed in her safehouse but worn virtually, flashing in the digital ether. Intrigued by this phantom’s skill and quiet intensity, Angie issued a rare invitation to their hideout, a fortified junkyard lair pulsing with the Animals’ primal energy.

	[[File:~~EllieAngie2~~.png\|thumb\|500px\|Ellienore and Angelica Whelan]]		[[File:EllieAngie1.png\|thumb\|500px\|Ellienore and Angelica Whelan]]

	Over the following months, their bond deepened through a series of joint operations that tested their limits. Ellienore’s technical prowess—her ability to weave through dataspaces with uncanny speed—complemented Angie’s raw street smarts and brawler instincts. In early 2076, they tackled a high-stakes raid on a Trauma Team convoy hauling experimental cyberware, targeting a secure datacenter in Portland. Under a sky of flickering neon billboards, Ellienore’s netrunning disabled the convoy’s security grid, while Angie led a physical assault, her gold bands catching the light as she smashed through a guard’s defenses. The haul—priceless neural augments—cemented their partnership, but it was a quiet moment afterward, perched on a rooftop overlooking the city, that shifted their bond. Angie’s calloused fingers brushed Ellienore’s tattooed arm, the gold bands clinking softly, as they shared stories of survival—Ellienore crafting a fabricated Corpo runaway tale, hiding her Azeroth origins out of fear Angie would deem her insane. Their chemistry sparked a romantic pact, sealed with a kiss beneath the neon glow, their trust forged in the crucible of danger.		Over the following months, their bond deepened through a series of joint operations that tested their limits. Ellienore’s technical prowess—her ability to weave through dataspaces with uncanny speed—complemented Angie’s raw street smarts and brawler instincts. In early 2076, they tackled a high-stakes raid on a Trauma Team convoy hauling experimental cyberware, targeting a secure datacenter in Portland. Under a sky of flickering neon billboards, Ellienore’s netrunning disabled the convoy’s security grid, while Angie led a physical assault, her gold bands catching the light as she smashed through a guard’s defenses. The haul—priceless neural augments—cemented their partnership, but it was a quiet moment afterward, perched on a rooftop overlooking the city, that shifted their bond. Angie’s calloused fingers brushed Ellienore’s tattooed arm, the gold bands clinking softly, as they shared stories of survival—Ellienore crafting a fabricated Corpo runaway tale, hiding her Azeroth origins out of fear Angie would deem her insane. Their chemistry sparked a romantic pact, sealed with a kiss beneath the neon glow, their trust forged in the crucible of danger.

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	Desperation peaked in late 2073 when she infiltrated an Arasaka outpost, hacking Marcus Vex, a negligent Corpo executive, by overriding his retinal scanner during a late-night meeting. The heist yielded credits for essential implant-compatibility surgeries by early 2074—a necessity to survive Cyberpunk’s implant-driven world. These months forged her resilience, her tattoos later marking this struggle.		Desperation peaked in late 2073 when she infiltrated an Arasaka outpost, hacking Marcus Vex, a negligent Corpo executive, by overriding his retinal scanner during a late-night meeting. The heist yielded credits for essential implant-compatibility surgeries by early 2074—a necessity to survive Cyberpunk’s implant-driven world. These months forged her resilience, her tattoos later marking this struggle.

	[[File:~~Mercenary~~.~~jpg~~\|thumb\|Ellienore ~~on the field as a mercenary.~~]]		[[File:Elliearmor1.png\|thumb\|Ellienore - Combat Gear]]

	== Rise as a Netrunner ==		== Rise as a Netrunner ==

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	{{InfoboxPerson\|name=Ellienore Bradley\|image=[[File:~~EllieCEO2~~.~~jpg~~\|400px]] <!-- Updated to match file name and size -->\|image_caption=Ellienore Bradley - 2076\|age=28\|birth_date=Year 12 ADP (Azeroth Calendar), arrived 2073 (Cyberpunk Calendar)\|race=Human\|class=Netrunner (formerly Warlock)\|faction=Apothecary Inc.\|status=Active\|occupation=CEO of Apothecary Inc., Netrunner\|location=Night City}}		{{InfoboxPerson\|name=Ellienore Bradley\|image=[[File:Ellie2.png\|400px]] <!-- Updated to match file name and size -->\|image_caption=Ellienore Bradley - 2076\|age=28\|birth_date=Year 12 ADP (Azeroth Calendar), arrived 2073 (Cyberpunk Calendar)\|race=Human\|class=Netrunner (formerly Warlock)\|faction=Apothecary Inc.\|status=Active\|occupation=CEO of Apothecary Inc., Netrunner\|location=Night City}}

	== Calendar Note ==		== Calendar Note ==

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	Forced to pivot, Ellienore drew on her alchemical heritage from Azeroth—its lore of healing, now reimagined through cybernetics. In a derelict warehouse on the edge of Watson, she found refuge, its rusted walls humming with abandoned tech. There, in early 2076, she coded The Mender AI, a revolutionary algorithm born from sleepless nights and Angie’s encouragement. The AI, inspired by her suppressed warlock instincts, learned to heal corrupted data like an apothecary’s potion, outsmarting initial bugs with Angie’s streetwise input during late-night testing sessions. But progress drew danger—Kael Draven, obsessed with revenge, launched a sabotage attempt in late spring 2076, unleashing a virus targeting The Mender’s core. Ellienore, with Angie’s backup, infiltrated Draven’s datacenter, her netrunning frying his rig while Angie disabled his guards, solidifying their partnership.		Forced to pivot, Ellienore drew on her alchemical heritage from Azeroth—its lore of healing, now reimagined through cybernetics. In a derelict warehouse on the edge of Watson, she found refuge, its rusted walls humming with abandoned tech. There, in early 2076, she coded The Mender AI, a revolutionary algorithm born from sleepless nights and Angie’s encouragement. The AI, inspired by her suppressed warlock instincts, learned to heal corrupted data like an apothecary’s potion, outsmarting initial bugs with Angie’s streetwise input during late-night testing sessions. But progress drew danger—Kael Draven, obsessed with revenge, launched a sabotage attempt in late spring 2076, unleashing a virus targeting The Mender’s core. Ellienore, with Angie’s backup, infiltrated Draven’s datacenter, her netrunning frying his rig while Angie disabled his guards, solidifying their partnership.

	[[File:EllieCEO2.jpg\|400px\|thumb\|Ellienore ~~today.~~]]		[[File:EllieCEO2.jpg\|400px\|thumb\|Ellienore Bradley - 2076 ]]

	By mid-2076, Apothecary Inc. emerged, securing its first contracts with Arasaka and Militech through a daring pitch at a Night City tech summit—Ellienore’s demo of The Mender wowing executives, though she masked her origins with a fabricated Corpo backstory. Expansion across the New United States of America (NUSA) followed, but Ellienore’s ambition stretched further. She targeted the Republic of Texas, leveraging its proximity to Night City and tech hubs like Austin, securing a partnership with Lone Star Security by late 2076 after outmaneuvering a rival netrunner, Jace “Ripper” Holt, in a Dallas datacenter bid. Texas’s integration was swift, bolstered by local nomad networks, but Québec and Ontario posed greater challenges.		By mid-2076, Apothecary Inc. emerged, securing its first contracts with Arasaka and Militech through a daring pitch at a Night City tech summit—Ellienore’s demo of The Mender wowing executives, though she masked her origins with a fabricated Corpo backstory. Expansion across the New United States of America (NUSA) followed, but Ellienore’s ambition stretched further. She targeted the Republic of Texas, leveraging its proximity to Night City and tech hubs like Austin, securing a partnership with Lone Star Security by late 2076 after outmaneuvering a rival netrunner, Jace “Ripper” Holt, in a Dallas datacenter bid. Texas’s integration was swift, bolstered by local nomad networks, but Québec and Ontario posed greater challenges.

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	Forced to pivot, Ellienore drew on her alchemical heritage from Azeroth—its lore of healing, now reimagined through cybernetics. In a derelict warehouse on the edge of Watson, she found refuge, its rusted walls humming with abandoned tech. There, in early 2076, she coded The Mender AI, a revolutionary algorithm born from sleepless nights and Angie’s encouragement. The AI, inspired by her suppressed warlock instincts, learned to heal corrupted data like an apothecary’s potion, outsmarting initial bugs with Angie’s streetwise input during late-night testing sessions. But progress drew danger—Kael Draven, obsessed with revenge, launched a sabotage attempt in late spring 2076, unleashing a virus targeting The Mender’s core. Ellienore, with Angie’s backup, infiltrated Draven’s datacenter, her netrunning frying his rig while Angie disabled his guards, solidifying their partnership.		Forced to pivot, Ellienore drew on her alchemical heritage from Azeroth—its lore of healing, now reimagined through cybernetics. In a derelict warehouse on the edge of Watson, she found refuge, its rusted walls humming with abandoned tech. There, in early 2076, she coded The Mender AI, a revolutionary algorithm born from sleepless nights and Angie’s encouragement. The AI, inspired by her suppressed warlock instincts, learned to heal corrupted data like an apothecary’s potion, outsmarting initial bugs with Angie’s streetwise input during late-night testing sessions. But progress drew danger—Kael Draven, obsessed with revenge, launched a sabotage attempt in late spring 2076, unleashing a virus targeting The Mender’s core. Ellienore, with Angie’s backup, infiltrated Draven’s datacenter, her netrunning frying his rig while Angie disabled his guards, solidifying their partnership.

	[[File:~~EllieCorpoToday~~.~~png~~\|400px\|thumb\|Ellienore today.]]		[[File:EllieCEO2.jpg\|400px\|thumb\|Ellienore today.]]

	By mid-2076, Apothecary Inc. emerged, securing its first contracts with Arasaka and Militech through a daring pitch at a Night City tech summit—Ellienore’s demo of The Mender wowing executives, though she masked her origins with a fabricated Corpo backstory. Expansion across the New United States of America (NUSA) followed, but Ellienore’s ambition stretched further. She targeted the Republic of Texas, leveraging its proximity to Night City and tech hubs like Austin, securing a partnership with Lone Star Security by late 2076 after outmaneuvering a rival netrunner, Jace “Ripper” Holt, in a Dallas datacenter bid. Texas’s integration was swift, bolstered by local nomad networks, but Québec and Ontario posed greater challenges.		By mid-2076, Apothecary Inc. emerged, securing its first contracts with Arasaka and Militech through a daring pitch at a Night City tech summit—Ellienore’s demo of The Mender wowing executives, though she masked her origins with a fabricated Corpo backstory. Expansion across the New United States of America (NUSA) followed, but Ellienore’s ambition stretched further. She targeted the Republic of Texas, leveraging its proximity to Night City and tech hubs like Austin, securing a partnership with Lone Star Security by late 2076 after outmaneuvering a rival netrunner, Jace “Ripper” Holt, in a Dallas datacenter bid. Texas’s integration was swift, bolstered by local nomad networks, but Québec and Ontario posed greater challenges.