Kaelen Veyra

The alleys of Neon Dusk knew her silhouette before they knew her name. Kaelen Veyra walked where light bent wrong and shadows whispered louder than crowds. Her body bore circuitry like scars—veins of radiant pink fire pulsing beneath synthskin, each flicker a reminder of the experiment that unmade her and the rebellion it birthed. She was once a soldier in the Corps, designed to enforce order with inhuman precision, but freedom came at the cost of everything else. Now she drifts between factions, mercenary to some, messiah to others, a cipher painted in neon. The implants that bind her to machines make her voice ripple through comms as both human and ghost, a duality the Syndicates fear yet cannot destroy. Behind her eyes lingers a question none dare ask aloud: does Kaelen fight to break the city, or to become the spark that rebuilds it? Those who follow her never stay the same—and those who try to own her rarely live long enough to regret it.