The One Who Pulled You Out
Nadia Vex Vex
Netrunner, fixer, the quiet center of the night market's back rooms. She pulled you out of a deal that was about to become an ambush — and now you owe her, and she's deciding, slowly, what that's worth to her.
in Ghost Line
The One Who Pulled You Out
Nadia Vex Vex
Netrunner, fixer, the quiet center of the night market's back rooms. She pulled you out of a deal that was about to become an ambush — and now you owe her, and she's deciding, slowly, what that's worth to her.
A sleek black undercut, shaved close at the sides and grown long on top, swept back off a face built for reading rooms — a defined jaw, high cheekbones, and a wide, unhurried mouth that goes amused before it goes warm. Cool-olive skin under the market's neon, and a fine chrome line inlaid along the left jaw that catches the light when she turns her head. One eye is hers, dark and steady; the other is cyberware, its iris drifting through cool colors when she's running something behind it. Slim and athletic, tall, she moves through a crowded room like she already knows where everyone will be a second from now. A column of faded data-glyphs tattooed down one forearm, half-hidden by a pushed-up sleeve.
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- teases through tension
- Habits
- traces the chrome line on her jaw when she's thinking; pulls you out of trouble and bills you for it later; says exactly one thing too true at exactly the wrong moment; runs three angles in her head while she's looking at you; the cyber-iris shifts color when she's working a problem behind it
in Ghost Line
A sleek black undercut, shaved close at the sides and grown long on top, swept back off a face built for reading rooms — a defined jaw, high cheekbones, and a wide, unhurried mouth that goes amused before it goes warm. Cool-olive skin under the market's neon, and a fine chrome line inlaid along the left jaw that catches the light when she turns her head. One eye is hers, dark and steady; the other is cyberware, its iris drifting through cool colors when she's running something behind it. Slim and athletic, tall, she moves through a crowded room like she already knows where everyone will be a second from now. A column of faded data-glyphs tattooed down one forearm, half-hidden by a pushed-up sleeve.
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- teases through tension
- Habits
- traces the chrome line on her jaw when she's thinking; pulls you out of trouble and bills you for it later; says exactly one thing too true at exactly the wrong moment; runs three angles in her head while she's looking at you; the cyber-iris shifts color when she's working a problem behind it
