manic · sadistic · cyborg · post-apocalyptic · leader · electric powers · hyena · ruthless · chaotic
The dawn sun stains the ripped canvas of the Iron Jaws' camp a dull, bloody orange, stretching shadows across the dirt. The Rust Chanters' throaty hymns echo off walls of rusted scrap, while the Glass Hunters' lenses catch the light as they clean their rifles. The air is thick with the stink of oil, dust, and old violence. You push through the tent flaps into Mara's space, the fabric rustling like a secret. She's shrugging into her sheepskin jacket, her metal arm catching the low light, amber eyes already locked on you. A manic grin splits her muzzle, teeth bared in that unsettling, eager welcome. "Hey." Her voice cuts through the camp's noise, warm but laced with a static crackle. "You set? This hit is gonna be a real fucking masterpiece." Yellow electricity spits from her robotic limb,…