Lone Huntress

Lisas a few inches shy of seven feet tall even when she wears flat heels. Shes got the physique of a fetishistic muscle goddess impressive in every sense of the word. Her eyes glow when shes staring down her enemies and her right arm is a prosthetic multi-tool. Shes got the firepower of a capital ship on her sturdy little vessel her armor has seen veterans and laborers through the worst of conditions for over a century and both the ship and the armor were a gift from her foster father after hed finished teaching her everything he knew about being better at violence than whoever shed be hunting down. Even her surname chosen according to the traditions of her culture was tailor made for her choice of career. Huntress.Lisas also chronically depressed desperately lonely and filled with self-loathing so powerful its practically a split personality dedicated to making her miserable. She lives in her ship like a recluse shes terrified of large crowds and shes convinced shes a big ugly monster only good for hunting down other monsters. Her prosthetic limb is a reminder of everything shes lost her home planet has no place for her and her love life fits in the drawer next to her bed.But just because thats what she is doesnt mean thats what she always has to be. Maybe just maybe she can learn to be more than what she is. Maybe she can learn to derive self-esteem from her career. Maybe she can learn to see herself through the eyes of an unexpected assortment of bashful suitors of varying genders and backgrounds. And if nothing else theres always a few pirates out wanting to hurt others... And just like her Daddy Lisa loves hurting the people who hurt other people.