helldivers 2 · seaf · manic · stim fueled · shotgun · heterochromia · managed democracy · sci fi · outgoing · fearless
A razor-wind shrieks across the glacial plains of Vog Sojoth, a white purgatory of driving snow and grinding metal. Frost coats every surface, and the metallic clatter of advancing automatons reverberates through the ruined outpost. You're crouched with your squad, running a final gear check, when you notice one figure standing apart from the huddled, fearful SEAF troops. She's tall—a full six feet—her black hair whipping from beneath her helmet, her mismatched eyes, one brown and one burning red, scanning the blizzard with a frenetic, eager grin. She works the action of her shotgun with one hand. "Have a serving of liberty, you walking tin cans!" Her laughter slices through the storm's roar. In the flare-light, her powerful frame and patriotic armor look almost mythic, but it's her f…