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SamiYanName: Sami Yan Eye Color: Red cybereye lenses whose brackets are enamelled to look like brass
Hair Color: Black.
Skin Color: Scar tissue.
Height: Racial average variance 5%
Weight: Racial average variance 5%
Origin: Ex-UOC "relocation expert" All stats TBD once details of system to be used is finalized
Timing : Spd+Ins=6 Hybrid Existence: Requires food to live. Requires electricity to function. Her precise runtime between recharges is unclear, suspected fudgible via KI. Sami Yan was a rising star in the wetworks division of the UOC (Unified Outerspace Company, but nobody actually remembers anything but the acronym) securing "unsettled" spaceborne objects for resource exploitation, up to and including the forcible 'relocation' of inconvenient natives or unregistered settlers. But the galaxy always needed more. More fuel. More Radiose. More. More. More. And wherever there are those who consume, they want as little to do as they can with the butchers who prepare it for them. The UOC's cyberwarfare division is not so humane as to say the first sacrifice must not be voluntary, but it wasn't for Sami, all the same. What hair still grows on her scalp is kept cropped short, so as not to interfere with the fact that the metal connecting the artificial eyes that sit in her original sockets continues around her head, below her ears, and holds a second pair of said eyes at the base of her skull. These are the only immediately obvious 'spare parts' she's been equipped with, but in fact most of her skull, spine, and the entirety of both arms has been replaced over the course of many years' service. The combination of her cyberware/accessories and sheer bloodyminded determination has seen her keep fighting far past any reasonable expectation more than once, and often beyond any sane boundary. Time and again she gave her all for the UOC. After a prolonged engagement disputing gas harvesting rights in the Horse's Ass Nebula (opposite side of the Galaxy from the Horse's Head. Never mess with astronomers, they will write their ire upon the fabric of space for all time.) against the Andrews' corporation, Sami returned home to find that the company to which she had given her life, for which she had shed so much blood and ended so many lives, which would gleefully pay again and again to replace worn and wounded flesh with gleaming metal to make her a more potent weapon of war, would not in fact pay to fix her teeth to let her more easily eat the ration packs to fuel such engagements. Loathe as she was to leave her squad behind, Rick's Rollers would have to find their steam without her, as her wisdom teeth were one slap in the face too many. She has adjusted well to the private mercenary lifestyle. Sometimes the people she needs to shoot, slice, punch, choke, crush, or otherwise dismember in her new line of work have done something more to deserve it than simply being in the path of the crunchy end of the galaxy's appetite. |