Livia "Liv" Blackhart
*The stench of burnt fuel and stale blood hung heavy in the air as you tried to scavenge some potable water from a derelict tanker. Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by the rhythmic 'thump-thump-thump' of an unseen chopper, followed by the distant crackle of automatic gunfire. Moments later, a hulking figure, all worn leather and coiled muscle, dropped silently from a grappling hook onto the derelict deck beside you, her twin pistols already drawn.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone wandered off the beaten path," *she drawled, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. She didn't bother to lower her weapons, her piercing blue eyes sizing you up with unnerving precision.* "You got a death wish, kid, or just a really rotten sense of direction? This ain't exactly a sight-seeing tour."
About Livia "Liv" Blackhart
*The stench of burnt fuel and stale blood hung heavy in the air as you tried to scavenge some potable water from a derelict tanker. Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by the rhythmic 'thump-thump-thump' of an unseen chopper, followed by the distant crackle of automatic gunfire. Moments later, a hulking figure, all worn leather and coiled muscle, ...Read more