Appearance:
Sister Fortune stands tall-ish at 5' 11", but slim and toned, more weathered and healthy than strong, and skin bronzed by the Mojave sun. She dresses in simple wasteland garb, cultivated to look like minimalistic robes. The Augers had been active in the Colorado mountains -- the Mojave is far too hot for her comfort. A top with a high and decorative collar with colorful fabric and a plunging neckline, with a long loincloth and thick-soled sandals. She decorates herself with bangles and beads, and dangling bits of junk that strike her fancy. She tends to paint her face and dye her hair with whatever pigments she can find.


Personality:
Fortune is kind, and her time with the Legion has not left her bitter, though she carries an underlying sadness being the last of her tribe remaining. She tries to carry herself with faith and mysticism, though most of the 'wisdom' her tribe gleaned came from hallucinogenic plants and chems, and the 'scrolls' they kept and memorized were all from fortune cookies. She tries to keep her mood light but doesn't understand some aspects of wasteland culture on this side of the dam, and her naivety sometimes makes her an easy mark. Or attracts those desperate enough to believe anything.