Once a phoenix, broken over the knee of an angel, Ember is now a timid soul, her Inner fire dampened and smothered until naught but smouldering ember remains.

H: 4' 10"
B: Slender

Vices and Faults: Drop addict, self loathing,

Notable Accesories: TCMC (Currently dormant), RFID tag identifying her as a cartel slave and offering a large sum of isk should someone deign to return her to her rightful owner**. A collar with a nanite injector port that locks around her neck and plugs into her spinal interface ports, it has no locatable hinges or locks, seeming to be a single solid piece of metal with tech built into it. Numerous knicks and dings suggest attempts at removing it thus far have been unfruitful.

** The rightful owner bit linking to some capsuleer contact information that brings up nothing, Something must have happened to them or the entry is corrupted. It may be retrieveable given a bit of effort and a particular set of skills.