In day-to-day life, however, she's a simpler person. An artificer by heart, specializing in manufacturing various gadgets and modular weapons platforms that she uses for combat and medical purposes alike. Her favored forms of combat rely on assembled weapons, switching between a gunbreaker and machinist as the need dictates.

Putting her skills to the test after a routine mission with one of her organizations led her to become infected with an extrastellar symbiote that seems to eat her aether and matter alike, rendering her less roegadyn by the day and more akin to a strange, barely-held-together mutant that even the most skilled chiurgeons struggle to diagnose. Reliant on homemade aethertech that is permanently plugged and cabled into her body, she tries to make the best of however long she has until she's unwound.

Rules of physics and story seem to become elastic when she fights... and she's defied death too many times to count at this point. There's a belief that she may be immortal, as the symbiote will not let her die. But that's more of a hypothesis, as she works on diagnosing what the hell attacked her and turned her to what she is now, a hulking dysphoric attempt at humanity.

Until then, you can find her in the Quicksands, doing her best to engage her social skills - and finding out that despite her struggle with autism, queer identity, and undiagnosed AuDHD, she's found a lot of found family within the walls. She jokes sometimes that she's a bit of an unofficial "mother bear" to any folks who are needing a reliable "lesbian aunt" figure. She has a massive weakness for Viera mascs and Roegadyn femmes, and as much as she tries to be slick or suave, it's as much a cover for a desperation for companionship as anything else. Bond with her, however, and you'll have an unflappably loyal companion.

Her aesthetics and keywords are cyberpunk, scrapyard, mutation, techwear, pride, neediness, adaptability, and stubborn happiness in the face of oblivion.

(art by @flashballad)