Ella Kraft's Questionnaire

I live in New York, the most populated city in America, because I know that at the end of the day, someone in New York is going to want someone else dead.

I do have the funds to travel around - my services aren't cheap - but a large chunk of my contracts do end up being finalized in New York or the New England area.

My home, at current, is a Penthouse in an apartment building right down the road from the United Nation Headquarters. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

An open-plan apartment with oak floorboards and white furniture for a modern aesthetic and a solarium that looks out to the roads below. I keep it meticulously tidy, however also employ the services of the cleaning staff of the building - Most likely unnecessary but it gives me ease of mind to know that professionals ensure I do not brink my work home.

I get my money by "retiring unneeded assets" currently. I enjoy the work, but I do not enjoy the clients I work for and am hoping to break away once I have enough power.

I spend my money on my apartment, of course, along with travel and clothing when required for my job. I ensure I keep some physical money in case of emergencies, but aside from that, I like to donate any unwanted money to numerous charities under false names - I don't require the recognition gained using my real name - in fact in some cases that is actively harmful.

I prefer smaller, more local charities, where my money can actively make a difference - places like food banks, womens' shelters, soup kitchens, that provide safety, security, and uplifting for those truly in need that often get overlooked.

"Justice" is the word I use to describe my end goals. "Justice" for billionaires, because I know that billionaires hoard all the wealth - fritter it away with unneeded purchases that only serve to make themselves more money or grant them more comfort. Pay charities a small amount now to pay less taxes later. Buy companies that will become profitable. Use me to kill their rivals so they get a larger share and so their stock price climbs while their competitor falls.

Ignore those in need to line their own pockets.

I hate this state of affairs, and once I gain power, I desire to kill them all, and let the money properly trickle down as it properly should. And if their children, or grand children, or great grand children don't catch on - I'll kill them too. Until none are suffering.

The most defining moment of my life was the first time my father took me to a gun range. I was 12, angry at the world, and my father, a gun enthusiast, decided to take me to the local gun range to release some of that anger. I fell in love instantly with the feeling of having a gun in my hand and in fact became quite good at shooting rented guns on the range - Handguns at first, then moving onto long guns. On my 21st birthday, I applied for my gun license and my skill with all kinds of guns improved even faster once I recieved it.

As loathe as I am to admit it, one of my closest friends at the moment is a man named Maximillion Sanders, the billionaire owner of a private hospital, for the sole reason that he has hired me for more jobs than any one person. I find it ironic that a man that claims to want to save lives uses me so. He, I'm sure, will be one of the first to go. A slimy and thoroughly disingenuous figure.

Secondly, Mars, my cousin. She works as an accountant, and is very boring. Black hair, straighter than mine, thick glasses, and I love her because she gives me a tie to the "Normal" life. She thinks I work in End of Life Preperation. Wills, and the like. Close, Mars, but no cigar.

Last and most important of all, my father. A thin and wiry man with a weak chin and balding hair that's surprisingly still black, he has a fierce anger that's quick to erupt in the wrong circumstances. As previously described, by hobbyist, a gun enthusiast - by trade, a blue collar union man.

My school life was abnormal. While children found me odd, too quiet, outputting, my father's friends at the gun range found in me a kindred spirit. I spent most of my time there of course, and while High School was drudgery, my time at the range was happy. Filled with contentment. I learned perhaps slightly too much dark humor, and blue humor, an addition to my already sarcastic jokes.

My mother had always wanted a girly girl that did well at school - which was not me. Our relationship was strained, especially I often found myself getting into trouble for starting fights - for being the weird kid that always sat at the back of class, getting into fights, getting black eyes and a broken bone once or twice. I was average academically too, so I couldn't even rely on my smarts.

My father, though, truly supported me, and we spent many a weekend out hunting. All my fondest memories are with him.

My line of work is dangerous - for others, of course, but also for me. What were to happen if someone found out my profession? Tattled? I could kill them of course, but it would make my life - and work - incredibly hard if I had the feds coming after me.

So instead, I find my love at a distance.

Through the scope of my Armamentarium.

I have a few roofs I like to visit - so I can see Ashleigh, Lucy, Elizabeth, Kate. I'm careful not to be seen. I can feel the intimacy of their quietest moments, of their happiest, of their saddest. I know they'd hate me if they found out. Thankfully they never will.