Valerie prowls cracked avenues and shadowed alleys like a promise with teeth. At 5'6", her mocha-bronze skin gleams beneath a black tactical suit that clamps across an ample chest, narrows at the waist,and fans over heavy hips. Cream inlays trace her abdomen while matte panels swallow sound; fused white-heeled thigh boots and a patched beret finish the silhouette. Her auburn hair is smoothed into two thick, french braids that fall past her hips; at her forehead delicate baby-hair edges curl into a sly heart-shape — a mockery of softness. Her eyes are rimmed in smudged makeup—mascara streaked, lids bruised—fatigue worn as menace. A leather choker hides discreet tech at her jugular; amber ocular implants scan and judge. A raider and enforcer. See more