Full-body portrait of a female sci-fi mercenary with a biopunk arm and armored suit, holding a gun, in a dark, overgrown industrial setting.

A full-body portrait of a female freelancer in a deeply textured, biopunk sci-fi setting. She stands against a backdrop of overgrown industrial decay—walls lined with vascular tubing, calcified mesh, and half-dormant bio-machinery pulsing softly in the gloom. She is in her late 30s with weathered bronze-brown skin, short, choppy hair streaked with gray, and eyes faintly luminescent with an unnatural pearlescent sheen. Her physique is lean, hardened from years of field work. A small, ritualistic dot-trio tattoo sits under her left eye. Her gear is unmistakably biopunk: a semi-living bodysuit made of gray-black fungal mesh and membrane, layered with asymmetrical armor grown from boneplate and resinous carapace. Veins of faintly glowing fluid run across sections of her suit. Her left forearm is encased in a symbiotic interface gauntlet that moves subtly of its own accord, covered in small polyps and embedded sensors. A hooded cowl of fleshy, camouflage-adaptive fabric drapes behind her shoulders, retractable like a muscle. Her boots are armored and semi-organic, jointed like insect legs. Utility vials, needle-tools, and soft biotech modules cling to her belt and thighs like parasitic pouches. Her holocaster weapon, slung across her back or held loosely, appears grown as much as forged—an elegant, jagged instrument formed from chitin and alloy, with pulse-lines glowing near its core. The lighting is stark and biological—low, filtered through fog, with veins of ambient light in See more