Phoenician Lynnette Bowman

Lynnette is a tad petite and short for a woman her age, coming in at five foot five. Her hair is shoulder length and messy, frayed all over.

Her arms, unless openly displayed, have something odd about them, they take a strange profile that doesn't seem exactly right. When uncovered, that strangeness becomes clear: They aren't natural. Her arms were amputated at the shoulder- Under close examination it becomes clear that they weren't amputated medically. Metal sockets were grafted to the stubs of her shoulder in their place, to be slotted with heavy-duty combat prosthetics.

Her eyes are bright, and have something...off about them. They are surrounded by the dark rings of many sleepless nights, but they still manage to carry a youthful energy.

With her mask on, her voice is put through numerous filters to both hide her identity and to further dehumanize her in the eyes of her prey.

She seeks entertainment from any and all situations. She is mocking and rude, making light of any she deems to take themselves too seriously.

Lynnette is extremely unstable. She has gone her entire life winging it without any formal plan, for better or for worse. She has deeply rooted trauma over the loss of her old life, and over the freak accident that took her old world away from her. Lynnette is scared that her current life could just as quickly be taken from her.

Lynnette is DEEPLY distrusting and reserved, instead preferring to keep to herself when off the job, both due to paranoia, and poor experience with other people. She is quick to jump to violence, as it is the only tool that has consistently worked well for her, leaving some of her social and coping skills deeply underdeveloped.

Lynnette is terrified of being vulnerable, due to her longstanding experiences with the internal structure of the Illuminati. She covers any traces of what someone might see as 'weakness' under a thick, brash persona of rehearsed bravado and ironic nihilism, but glimmers of the scared, lost girl within occasionally shine through the cracks.

Lynnette's fear of vulnerability leads to her habit of lying in order to remain in control. If she can control what people think about her, she can control them. She views any loss of control in any form as a foot in the grave. If she can be easily understood and read, she believes that she could be manipulated to do horrible things again.