Gender: Female, more or less. Mostly less.
Weight: 330 lbs
Hair color: Platinum
Eye color: Cobalt-Violet
Citizenship Status: Deceased? (Earth born)
Kyana was once a tall, leggy, vibrant woman with pale skin and a waist-length mane of hair so blond it was nearly white. Her eyes became even more vivid when she was aroused or angry; a quality never quite captured by too-perfect prosthetics. She had no birth marks, but managed to collect scars, lose limbs, and finally roll into the cybermancy program on a disintegrating space shuttle. Kyana's almost completely synthetic body is sleek and compact, encased by a glittering anatomically styled shell of gold and silver. This burnished outer "skin" is armored enough to withstand most small-arms fire. To reduce her weight she can remove this outer casing, at the expense of protection. A coordinated outfit could conceal her inhumanity with only moderate difficulty.
She managed to consistently work money out of the conflicts between Earth and the spacers; establishing a toe-hold, like a fungus. The universe has never really felt clean of her influence. She so seldom speaks of her past (before establishing her pocket empire, the Vexnal Corp.) that one would be wise to worry, were she to strike up such a conversation. An estate on space station LX1402 served in leu of visits to Earth, but she ultimately settled on Mars, close to the R&D facility that she coordinated for the Maxwellian Intifada.
Her blood is oxygenated mechanically, and her eyes are state of the art optical systems. Her arms and legs were replaced with sleek and advanced prosthetics. She can sustain a top speed of 11.8 m/s (about 26 mph), can leap over a ten-meter bar from a standstill, and boasts a maximum press of five hundred pounds. Anchoring these powerful limbs is a hardened titanium shell that protects her torso, fully encasing her body's remaining organs against the rigors of the outside world*.
Retractable titanium spurs coupled with her strength and speed make her lethal in melee, while induction data-jacks in her palms enable her to use properly equipped remote weapon systems like a Newtype. An installed SmartGun system and induction datajack in her right hand creates a targeting reticle that only she can see.
Kyana's hair is artificial, woven from micro-strands of the same myomer used in her cyberlimbs. Her alimentary requirements are met by a processed nutrient solution and a periodically emptied waste tank. While the solution is costly to manufacture, the expense is negligible compared to the high-level maintenance her body demands. Only the Corporation's technicians are familiar enough with her body to repair and monitor its function, making her a virtual slave to her own scientists and engineers.
Her completely cybernetic neck houses a cutting edge voice synthesizer, which takes care to give her speech subtle tonalities to make it seem real. When she's excited, agitated or angry her voice takes on a noticeable metallic rasp. Kyana’s senses are a series of sensors in her fingertips which scan tactile surfaces and stimulate portions of brain according to her memories of various sensations. A small and non-functional pouch in her torso stores food from meals, allowing her to take part in social situations, but she has no sense of taste. A gas spectrometer performs double-duty as a full olfactory sensor to give her a sense of smell, and balance and inertia processors compensate for the enormous strength and the weight of her body.
*As a result of her condition, Kyana should theoretically enjoy a greatly extended lifespan. In practice, it's impossible to say.
Kyana was snatched, by fate, from her appointment with death. It's time to meet the reaper, and she needs help. An escort to the other side.