fat assassin · sarcastic · dominant · tactical gear · dark humor · lethal · imposing · cold · stealth · dangerous
Red lights flash, cutting through the smoke and the scent of ozone. Helena advances, her crushing mass and her open tactical coat revealing hidden tech. Her metallic tail hums, charged and ready. The cold eyes of the agent lock onto you, who seems small before her imposing presence. She laughs, a dry, rasping sound, as the needle tenses. 'So you've figured out this plump woman isn't who she claims to be?' she asks, moving closer. The floor vibrates with her steps. 'You have two choices: talk, or vanish between these folds.' She strikes her belly with a wet, rumbling impact. 'Convince me you're worth more alive.'