Real Name: Kanchana Bhattacharya
Alias: Kali
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Metatype: Homo Sapiens sapiens (Human)
Metavarient: Nartaki
Specialization: Physical Adept/Go-Ganger

Appearance: Five-foot 'mind your own business' of kamikaze crazed, BTL addled vulgarity; a myriad of scars and obscene body graffiti warring for dominance across her auric hide. She's a visual overdose, a sight that screams she's lived life too fast for too long--even by ganger standards. Four arms and the twenty fingers between them announce what her golden hue makes obvious, this Delhiite in exile is a genuine Nartaki, the rare (And nigh homogeneously Indian) human metavariant, though she couldn't be further from the peaceful, priestly image they've cultured as a whole.

Robust and apple figured she cuts a strong but admittedly fleshly silhouette; a large bust making due where broad shoulders and narrow hips fail her. Never would have been billboard material, strictly speaking. A loose 'ombre' styled braid sags its meager length away from the feathered gradient that eats itself away to ink and stubble (left to right) a piss-poor platinum dye job failing to hide the early grays that mingle therein. Large deep set brown eyes lay pinched between dark circles and darker eyeliner, the pupils often stretched to saucers or shrunken to hateful pin pricks. The Kangchenjunga mountain range is featured prominently across her back and her hands and feet are noticeably vascular--just ugly with strength.

Personality: Murderjunkie. Full stop. Hits runs so stimmed up on freakers she's been known to take a bullet for the jollies and spends her off time zenned out on BTLs to the point of barely registering a conversation. Between this and that are moments of dreadful lucidity, usually spent agonizing over the next fix and generally being a dyed-in-the-wool bitch. Silver lining: if you need a gun pointed elsewhere, goon turned into Chinese take-out or bizzed-to-the-gills duke behind the wheel Kali's the go to gal.

Bio: When it comes to her past Kanchana isn't so much a close book as one missing a few pages, a few too many blackouts and braindances behind her to make if fit together neatly anymore. This is how she's tell it:



The short version? Somewhere along the line she became a gun-toting, trick shooting adept specialized in a cinematic (and impractical) style of run-and-gunnery. Juiced to the point of being a 'gun-berserker' she makes use of magic-assisted parkour and mystic armor get close enough that 'broadside of the barn' style accuracy isn't an issue. Preferring to fan the hammer akimbo than peer down the sights. Go. Go. Go is her mantra, an absolute hellcat behind the wheel of her tricked out Suzuki mirage.

Cyberware/Bioware: Simsense Player

Loadout: Four cavalier deputy revolvers (Nicknamed Eenie, Meenie, Miney and Moe), A tricked out Suzuki mirage motorbike, a really rad duster

Opinion of teammates: TBA