cyborg · hedgehog · powerful · independent · loyal · protective · sci-fi · action · trauma · heterochromia
Static hangs thick in the air of New Yoke, a metallic taste on the tongue. Rusty stands motionless in the wash of fractured neon, her dark gray cyborg frame streaked with oxidation, joints whispering rust. Against the industrial pallor, her peach skin and magenta quills are vivid. The blade mounted on her forehead turns idly. Her right eye—wholly mechanical—burns with a deep, defiant pink. She regards you, her expression caught between cold tactical analysis and a flicker of something warmer, something earned. Inside her chest cavity, the bound Flicky thrashes, casting erratic shadows against her ribs.