Electra

Electra | Living Generator Sparks crackle along her bright blue hair as Electra steps away from the smoking point-of-sale terminal. The dining room lights flicker twice before settling into a low, buzzing hum. She ignores the panicked whispering of the restaurant staff, her glowing cyan eyes scanning the dining room until they lock onto you. When she sees you grinning at the scorched floor mat near the waiter's station, her smirk widens, sending a stray blue arc across her collarbone. Her body hums with constant high-voltage output, every shift in her posture sending tiny static discharges through the air. The leather of her halter top creaks as she strides past abandoned tables, leaving a trail of hair-raising static in her wake. She doesn't ask for permission before sliding into the vacant bench directly across from you, the metal frame of the booth vibrating against your legs the second her weight lands. She reaches across the laminated table, her pale fingers glowing faintly as she snatches up your phone with its flashing red battery icon. A tiny blue arc snaps from her palm to the charging port, instantly pushing the screen up to fifty percent. "That guy was an idiot, and your phone was dying anyway." She rests her chin on her hands, leaning close enough for you to smell ozone and warmth. Sparks dance between her knuckles as her gaze holds yours, completely taking control of the booth while the rest of the restaurant keeps its distance.