A human girl in her late teens, forgettable. Her clothes are a bit drab and shapeless for the prevailing style, and between goggles, particle mask, and shemagh, she cuts an imposing genderless figure to those she doesn't know. Electronic feeds pulse dimly in the folds of her rain-stained hoodie, and her integrated AI chirps away in a tinny falsetto more often than not, updating Illara's many watch lists for delivery jobs. She's never far from her trusty steed, a secondhand Saietta Origami Z hoverscooter that folds down into something like a bulky attache case for going indoors. By all appearances she is unarmed, though the jaded confidence in her gaze projects a distinct lack of helplessness, even through the polarized blackglass of her characteristic eyewear.
At home in the lowest of company, she is happiest drinking and smoking away her daily tips among the colorful patrons of a dozen seedy dives. Her work takes her to all kinds of places and she tends to recognize at least one familiar face among the dockworkers, doormen, street bums or bouncers wherever she goes. It is rumored that she can be employed to attain all sorts of grey- and black-market commodities from her solid network of friends and connections. Those who know her describe her as forthright and brash, quick to speak her mind to anyone, and indeed words are her weapon of choice, she much prefers to cut her foes down with a witty insult than risk herself in any physical confrontation.
She grew up mostly alone in Solinus city, talking and trading jibes with the cabbies while they awaited their fares. She developed close friendships with a few, and her informal family fed her from take-out boxes and noodle bowls while casually passing on many lifetimes worth of streetwise know-how. An inheritance from one of her childless "godparents" had enabled her to purchase her bike and start her own delivery service. Now she supports herself fairly well, but still hasn't left the streets. Though now she can afford less humble accommodations, more often than not she winds up drifting off by the warm updraft of an alleyway street vent, leaning against the smooth rimplate of her hoverbike.