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17:28, 7th May 2024 (GMT+0)

Viola



(Reference Image on the right is a loose reference, found on the internet somewhere)

Viola Hathor is one of the finest minds still alive on this benighted world.  A scholar of sciences long lost and suppressed by the robed priests of Mars, she has taken advantage of the chaos to feed her own curiosity--achieving great success through a willingness to destructively reverse-engineer the subjects of her attention, and study how to put it back together again down the line.

As far from the stereotype of a robed Tech Adept as it gets, Viola is a statuesque woman, standing close to six feet in height, with her bronzed skin and lilac hair standing out in the more common masses of the Hive--at least what's visible beneath the great artifice grafted to her brow and taking up much of the upper-front of her head.  Ordinarily a dark purple visor formed of synthetic plastics and alloys, offset with a pair of smooth wings floating just above her ears, when deployed, a great crimson photo-lens is revealed from beneath its protective plates, capable of gathering and interpreting data far beyond the human limitations.  That this also--as she would put it--serves as a perfectly good anchor point for future upgrades so that she won't need to cut her skull open a second time is just an added bonus.

Her ordinary attire is a sturdy leather jumpsuit and gloves, styled so that it remains comfortable and resistant to the ordinary wears and tears of her profession.  Her shoulders are left bare save for the covering of her hair, which occasionally reveals the plastic spinal-covering along much of the center of her back, festooned with connection points and anchors for future development.  Above this--at least when travelling abroad--she adds on a hooded cloak of synthetic fibers, capable of resisting small arms fire in the event of trouble.

Though the delicate--if still fearsome--powered scythe collapsed for easy carrying at her side shows that she can hold her own in a fight, even if the lascarbine hanging off of her backpack is missed.