Vera / Hex

Hex didn't just walk into a room; she anchored it. Her boots hit the metallic floor with a heavy, deliberate rhythm that matched the deep thrum of the facility’s power grid. Beneath the tactical plating, her muscles were coiled like overwound springs, humming with the same unstable jade energy that pooled in her glowing palms. She lived on the razor's edge of lethal force, a weapon designed for war and completely incapable of blending into the background.