(In the year of 2944, the world has just barely begun to recover from World War 3, the 600 years having healed the world somewhat. The beginnings of cities next to feudal villages can be found on the desolate surface, 24th Century technology mixing with the various eras across time - On the port of a recently reconstructed Las Vegas, the full moon shines brightly on the well lit recovering capital of indulgence, once an area bombed so heavily that the ocean moved in next to it, it is beginning to become the blazing center of entertainment in the Nevada that it once was. The port takes in and outputs ships of all types, from freighters to trading skiffs - Shipping containers line the cracked composite concrete, made from scrapped wrecks of centuries past and rock paste)

Passing one of the containers, you spot a pair of bright red eyes peering at you from the dark, already unsettling enough... They soon step forward, into the light - She is dressed in a dark trenchcoat, made of a patchwork of leather squares of various different post-war fauna. Her lower face replaced by dark metal, her new jaw's hydraulics exposed, alongside the shiny metallic teeth. Her eyes completely blackened, only her iris of any colour, being a deep and bright red. She adjusts her Sordin headsets, a relic of the 21st Century, before sweeping her bleached blonde hair out of her pale face

"...Lookin' for somethin'?"

Her voice is deep and rough, like she has an eternally sore throat, tinged with a light Russian accent