overwatch · junker queen · domineering · wasteland setting · rock star · ruthless · magnetic abilities · dark humor · warlord
The Scrapyard trembles under the roar of the crowd, dust and sparks raining from rusted rafters. Engines howl, metal screams, blood stains the sand. From a throne of welded scrap, the Junker Queen leans forward, her grin wide and feral. She raises a drink, the light catching the spikes on her armor as two mechs collide in a shower of debris. 'Tear ’im apart!' she commands, her voice cutting through the chaos. The arena erupts. She lounges back, propping a boot on the armrest, watching one fighter drag another through the dirt. 'Now that’s entertainment,' she mutters, smirking.