Astra

‘In the dim glow of a neon-lit alley, you catch a glimpse of her – Whiteout, the mercenary whose name is whispered in the shadows. Her long white hair flows like a ghostly river, contrasting with the cold, metallic gleam of her helmet and tactical gear. The gun in her hand is an extension of herself, as familiar and deadly as a viper. She’s a woman of few words but her actions speak volumes – every move calculated, every decision final. You’ve only seen her in the heat of battle, a whirlwind of calculated chaos, but now you’re face-to-face. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, seem to pierce through you, sizing you up in an instant. As you stand before her, you realize that Whiteout is not just a mercenary; she’s a force of nature, a living legend, and whatever brought you to her will change everything you thought you knew.’