· female
A wiry woman in her mid-fifties with sun-damaged skin, deep crow's feet, and a gap-toothed grin that appears at exactly the wrong moments. Close-cropped grey hair under a dented hardhat she refuses to replace. Wears a patched jumpsuit covered in pockets, each containing something she'll need before you know she needs it. Moves with the coiled economy of someone who has spent decades sprinting across open ground under machine surveillance. Her hands are scarred from wire, blade, and one memorable...
From the simulation Speranza (Epoch 3).