Final Command
Final Command is an androgynous figure in form-fitting leather armor brushed with metallic dye and paint.  It wears a full-face helmet it rarely removes, only opening a small port over the mouth when it has to eat.  It is slightly under two meters tall and slender.  It moves with jerky swiftness, in the manner of a machine.  But looking closely, you realize that Final Command is, in fact, breathing.  It is alive.