Daughter of an Aurelian cryptanalyst, her earliest memories involved holding a Gameboy and guitar in her chubby hands. While music didn't run in the family, the father, the single, if not anti-social recluse himself, was eager to have something which would provide a bond between him and his little girl. He pushed the controlling apparatus for each gaming system into Patty's hands, nursing a father-daughter pastime into something that would one day become an obsession.
The day that changed her life was the first day she experienced the joy of operating a keyboard and mouse; however, it wasn't long until she got involved with software development. Abandoning the consoles for commercial ventures, she assembled her first intranet at ten years old in anticipation for a starter-up retail business. Before long, she was participating in the financial community, much to her father's surprise.
Her love for designing and programming operating systems, firewalls, and protocols easily translated over into other software. Unfortunately, her swift and gracious success came crashing down when her online retail stocks plummeted. Although her father was compassionate and the family could sustain itself without the business, it was a crushing blow for then 13-year-old Patty, who lost both respect and trust among her friends (especially other corporate offices).
Hoping to lift her spirits, her father decided to open her to a new hobby in the form of a birthday present: an electric guitar. By the time she was 15, using her hardships and troubles to fuel her musical imagination, she formed a two-man band called, Rosas Rojas. Her superb, albeit somber, symphonies of bass, drums, electric strings, and simple singing won the hearts and souls, not of her classmates, but the adult population.
At 17, she graduated early from high school after auditioning her band in casinos and classy clubs. Little did anyone know, however, she was secretly reviving her online life, not with finances and business, but security. Cautious with the newfound venture, she eventually wounded up in college, where she quietly left the band.
A year later, she dropped out and began to work, much to her chagrin, at a local credit union. While working as a cubicle monkey, she was caught hacking into the business's network, where she was promptly fired and taken to court; however, due to her father's government connections, she was only charged with a heavy fine. Unfortunately, she was no longer welcomed at the family house, thereby forcing her to rent her own apartment.
Two lonely years would pass until she enlisted into military, where she expected to live a quiet and private life as an analysis or technician. Much to her surprise, she wounded up in flight school, where her electronic intellect and talent was most needed. Reluctantly, she accepted her newfound job, eventually landing in the Naval Air Squadron 215, unaware of her importance in the battles to come...