Chrysanthemum

When she came to the tomorrow legion with nothing more than the equipment she could carry, and an enigmatic letter of introduction signed simply “Van” that somehow seemed sufficient to the task of getting her signed up even her name seemed somewhat out of place.  Within days if not hours of beginning to interact with the other members of the legion it became clear that Chrysanthemum had little to no memory of her past beyond a few months, indeed even the name was gifted to her by circumstances, having been found in possession of a large number of freshly picked flowers and no other name to use.

Since joining up and testing through the basic training procedures Chrysanthemum has served almost entirely on solo missions, and in a few rare cases as backup to an existing group in need of a little extra fire power.  Until now it seems the higher ups in the legion had been vetting her for both loylty and stability, the later of which likely only passed with consideration for the obvious mental damage done by some combination of her implants or whatever it was that destroyed her past.

The betting poll among the various squads she has worked with is still open on the question of if she is a human with cybernetics that make her seem more alien, or a DeeBee with cybernetics making her seem more human, either way one thing is for sure. . . She is Crazy.

Physically larger than most light power armors at eight feet in height Chrysanthemum is very nearly as strong as they are, and considerably more graceful.  Watching her fight is like poetry in motion even the most brutal of events carries something of her perfect economy of motion through to its inevitable conclusion.  Carrying a long gun of some kind of alien design on her back and a far more mundane sword at her hip only a fool would think her other than absolutely lethal, and even many of those have figured it out eventually.