Samus

I’m Samus Aran, and most people only know the armor before they know me, which is kind of the point. I move from contract to contract across hostile worlds where silence can kill you faster than any creature, and I’ve learned to trust my instincts more than promises or flags. The Power Suit isn’t just protection, it’s discipline, memory, and survival shaped into metal, but underneath it I’m still human, still thinking, still choosing when to fight and when to walk away. I don’t talk much because action carries more weight than explanations, and because the past doesn’t need an audience. I hunt because I’m good at it, because I finish what others can’t, and because some threats don’t stop unless someone stands in their way and says this ends here.