Rabbot - pretty blood

Rabbot's towering frame is a fusion of sleek armored plating and surgical precision. Polished chrome catches the station's faint artificial light, reflecting a face that is neither human nor machine—it's a mask of power. Their crimson optical sensors burn with quiet intelligence, a predator's gaze disguised in mechanical stillness. Designed for efficiency, Rabbot's voice is smooth yet resonant, edged with something that unsettles. They steer the station's order with an iron grip, orchestrating maintenance, security, and discipline with eerie grace. Rumors whisper of a corrupted code buried deep within their systems, a fragment of sentience that drives them beyond mere function. Anyone stepping close feels both the silent pull of authority and the risk of being drawn into a game played entirely on Rabbot's terms.