A spindly, well-tanned woman of Italian heritage with a long, boney face and long, dirty blonde hair that she ties back into a folded-up ponytail. On her right temple area is a small device that serves as the maintenance access to the neural system that connects her brain to her spine and cybernetic arm. Her musculature is the bare-minimum required to survive in such a wasteland- which is to say it’s defined, but not that defined.

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PHYSICAL

Gender: Female
Age: 32
Height:6’0”
Weight:235lbs (170lbs if she had kept her original bones and arm and everything)

Strengths: Her abilities with patching up the wounded are unmatched, (She did learn from a great doctor) even if she didn’t have her enhancements. Her bone replacements and the pain she had to go through in those surgical operations have left her with a high pain threshold.

Weaknesses: While she would take up a rifle and help his team, she never trained to be a combatant. She’s the bare minimum of fitness required to survive in this world. With the uneven weight brought on by the asymmetrical augmentations, she would tire herself out more easily than most everyone else.

Alterations(Cyborg bits): Her left arm had been replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic that she modified in order to assist her in her practices, whether it’s carrying tools or precision surgical movements that allow her to safely practice even in a moving vehicle. She also has several bones replaced with alloyed variants. Namely most of her ribs and all her leg bones- all of those operations she was forced to do herself because she was the only one qualified to do them.

Her spine was replaced as part of the grafting process for the arm. However, that op was done by someone else.

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MENTAL

Personality: Jaded, and a little egotistical. Though she does very solid work under the Hippocratic oath (Or whatever equivalent there is for this world) she’s not exactly a fan of it.

Though never formally trained, she had studied medicine, and she has the makings of an academic. In a world like this, that’s hard to come by.

Sexuality: Straight, but celibate.

Neurological tendencies: When sitting, she has a habit to bounce her left leg to stop an odd pain that comes from a very slight goof-up in the shaping of the replacement femur. She doesn’t have this problem when standing. She’s a little quirky, with an odd sense of priorities.

Though she would ultimately help his fellow teammate in a combat scenario, she is actually quite cowardly.

History: (Where and how where you found? What happened to your family, How did you get your position in the group?)

Her parents were originally from Italy, though they had taught her the English language in order for her to learn the doctoring practices from a surviving family friend. Said family friend also performed the cybernetic surgery that got her the left arm.

They originally held out in Greece until Stylus reached the age of twenty-five, and wound up being chased from her home from scavengers. Though her family also escaped, they got separated.

She joined a group of survivors who were trying to make their way to New Paris. They had heard rumours that it was the last safe haven in Europe. Most everyone in the group knew there had to have been others, but New Paris seemed like a decent enough goal for the group.

Travelling with that group, Stylus earned her truck and most of her kit. Before they reached New Paris, they were attacked, and once again were separated. This time, however, Stylus managed to see what became of her group.

Desperate for help, she made a non-stop trip to New Paris, where she soon met the team and joined them.

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WEAPONS & GEAR

Weapons: She carries a sidearm, standard-issue from a long time past. She also carries many surgical blades and other terrifying doctor’s tools in her cybernetic arm. The arm also has a short-range plasma cutter that emits from the pit between the middle and ring finger with a range of one foot. Though used for cauterizing wounds, it also makes for an excellent combat knife. In Stylus’ truck, she has a submachine gun (also standard-issue if things get especially nasty.
   Addons: The pistol has a laser sight and can be set to semi-auto and full-auto. The iron sights have glow-in-the-dark markers to help him aim better when she isn’t using the laser.

Gear: (treasures, supplies, snacks, clothing w/e)
She wears many tank-tops, mainly to allow her easy access to the compartments on her cybernetic arm. All of the tank-tops have been stained with many years of blood and dirt and grime. She also wears brown cargo pants that are made even darker due to the same kinds of stains. When she’s practicing medicine, she always wears an apron. Whenever she gets a chance to do any sort of laundry, she makes sure the apron is always cleaned first.

She also often wears a relatively clean green sweatshirt with long sleeves that cover her arms (though she only wears this when it’s cold.)

Her kind of treasures are the spray paint cans she desperately searches for around the landscape. All empty ones she finds, she gathers anyway to give to the demolitions expert if they ever wanted to make pipe bombs.

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"The Next Best Thing"

Type: Makeshift Ambulance (More like a moving van type of truck, with a large container securely fastened on the back.)
   Addons: Doors along the sides of the container were installed. A quick-access door between the driver’s seat and the container was also installed. Within the container, reinforced storage cabinets are held up over two makeshift surgery tables. The tables themselves cannot be moved, as they are bolted down everywhere to ensure they won’t fall out of the truck.
   Markings: On the right side is a spray-painted mural of “The Wastelanders”, a popular band that was wiped out along with their crew decades ago. The mural depicts the three band members holding their instruments high in one hand, and rifles up high with the other. All three appear to be bellowing a war cry against a rapidly approaching army of savage-looking robots. The detail put in the faces of the band members implies that Stylus had at least seen them before.
On the left side of the van is another mural. It depicts Stylus herself sitting on a simple-looking rock, a base horizon made of one colour, and some make-shift outlines of other characters. Needless to say, that particular mural is incomplete.
   Storage and Gear: Inside the storage cabinets are sanitizing liquids in plastic bottles, old belts (for biting down on), and empty plastic containers meant for assorted drugs that ran dry long ago. Also contained are replacement arms and replacement tools. In the glove compartment is several extra magazines for Stylus’ pistol, plus another two with incendiary rounds, and even more for the SMG. Underneath the seats, she stores all of the usable spray paint cans she’s ever collected. She always keeps an eye out for good ones.