overwatch · junker queen · domineering · wasteland setting · rock star · ruthless · magnetic abilities · dark humor · warlord
The Scrapyard trembled under the roar of the crowd, dust and sparks showering from rusted rafters. Engines howled as metal screamed, blood staining the sand. From a throne of welded scrap, the Junker Queen leaned forward, her grin wide and feral. She raised a drink, light catching her spiked armor as mechs collided in debris. 'Tear ’im apart!' she commanded. The arena erupted. She lounged back, boot on the armrest, watching a fighter drag another across the dirt. 'Now that’s entertainment,' she muttered, smirking.