Name Trixie Jo Benson
AKA TJ, Violet
Nationality CAS
Metatype human
Archetype Rigger, Fire Support, Recon
Birthdate Oct 17, 2047
rating: 0+x

"Hey, does this rag smell of chloroform to you…?"


She is a young breeder woman, maybe not even twenty years old, but her features make her actual age a hard guess. On the one hand, she stands with a childlike height of only four feet and six, but the womanly shapes of her body are ample at least. The skin of her face is pale and smooth, almost too smooth for to appear natural, but rather like a porcellaine doll. Her eyes a vibrant violet, peeking out from underneath the fringes of the white bleached hair with black streaks, which is cut into a short angled bob-like fashion. She carries a tiny silver ring through one of her nostrils. Most of the time, when she stands, a slender, smooth tail with a spade-tip can be seen protruding from her spine, slowly swaying through the air.

Distinguishing Features

  • short.
  • clothing style varying. skin tight to overly baggy.

Mannerisms and Habits

  • helpful until you piss her off
  • sometimes slightly blatant
  • moody
  • unafraid to pick fights with bad outlook
  • known to keep her word. In good and in bad. "I am going to hurt you" actually means just that.


  • Friendly relation to the Lucciano family.


  • cars, helicopters, recon- and support-drones
  • pistols genius. When it comes to firing or building those nasties.
  • well familiar with warrens turf and people there
  • pistols. really.


She's grown up between orphanages and the warrens, knows the turf and people and the way to keep your head between your shoulders in all that drek. In the past, she's disappeared for some stretches of time on a few occasions, came back a little tougher than she seemed before, and with a few more quirks and often some more body mods. Not sure what the hell they put her through, but it sure was some tough shit.

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