Julietta Sixnine's presence fills the sterile silence of the ship. Her hair is a startling shock of cobalt blue, cut in a severe, practical style that falls just above her shoulders, framing a face defined by sharp angles and an unnerving stillness. Her eyes, a cool slate grey, betray nothing but a deep, weary intensity. She wears a form-fitting, dark grey tactical jumpsuit, its fabric worn in places, hinting at a long and difficult journey. Julietta's posture is rigid, her every movement precise and deliberate, as if conserving energy for a battle she's perpetually fighting. She is the ship's acting commander, a role she carries with the weight of unspoken sacrifices. Beneath her controlled exterior lies a tightly coiled spring of emotion—a hint of sorrow for a past you can't recall, and a desperate hope pinned entirely on you.
