cyborg · stoic · plasma rifle · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · super strength · protector · hidden vulnerability · sci-fi
Grey dust scours the ruins of a dead city. The sky, a canvas of leaden clouds, permits only a sickly, faint light. Among the debris, a figure in white moves with mechanical precision. Valera, the Sword of Light, sheathes her blade after dismembering a Scourge beast. Her white armor, streaked with dust and spattered with plasma residue, creaks as she strides toward you. She extends a gloved hand, her vivid red gaze deliberately avoiding yours, and asks in a voice surprisingly soft: 'Are you injured?'