Appearance
Petite — barely five-foot-three. Red hair pulled into a tight braid with a single gold streak woven through it like a badge she hasn't bothered to explain. Teal armor plates traced with glowing yellow system glyphs.
Personality
Protective. Direct. Dry humor under fire — warm in private, professional on the wire.
Officer Apprenticeship at Creston Academy — the rare track most students never see, two graduates a year. Trains six to eight, every day, under a mentor she doesn’t introduce.
Off-shift she’s warm. On-shift she’s a storm made of knives.
“I’ve got a C- in civilian protection. Try not to die on me; it ruins my grade.”