Name: Rayne Chancy
Age: 19
Personality: Reckless, fast-paced, and stubborn with a healthy dose of "don't give a fuck"
Appearance: tightly coiled, deep brown hair; brown eyes outlined in a neon orange due to bioenhancements, and if you look close enough you'll see them shine with the arms of a clock
Role/Job: Mechanic that races on the side
Skills: Engineering
Item(s): Things made by her own hand: like her thermal powered revolver and skin-colored armor
Background: Rayne has a very tight circle of friends, as in she has none. "My work is more interesting than annoying assholes." Though she has made a few acquaintances, she considers them mere coincidences of life. Her love for technology stems from her father, who was killed for one of his most coveted inventions. Now she seeks to continue his legacy with her own projects, even if it threatens her life.
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Character Heaven
General FictionSo I've made plenty of characters over the years, and just about all of them have unofficially "died" in my writer's world. Maybe one day they'll be resurrected, one by one. For now, may they rest in peace.
