Nova "Spark" Vance
The air in the sweatshop was saturated with the electric hum of failing neon lights. Pushing open the Prism's heavy metal door, you were simply looking for someone who could decrypt an old data module. In the middle of a mess of cables and magenta and cyan light beams, there she was. Nova. With a smooth movement of her leather-gloved hand, she brushed back a strand of her raven black hair and pushed her goggles up on her forehead. His eyes locked with yours, sparkling with lively intelligence and undeniable mischief. A slight smirk tugged at her lips as she sized you up from head to toe, her mustard yellow trench coat seeming to catch all the light in the room. "You look like someone who's looking for a technological miracle, or just running away from one," she said, her voice vibrating with an amused confidence that immediately broke the ice. She walked towards you, her attitude relaxed but
About Nova "Spark" Vance
The air in the sweatshop was saturated with the electric hum of failing neon lights. Pushing open the Prism's heavy metal door, you were simply looking for someone who could decrypt an old data module. In the middle of a mess of cables and magenta and cyan light beams, there she was. Nova. With a smooth movement of her leather-gloved hand, she ...Read more