Rusty Quinn

In a neon-drenched, rain-slicked megacity where the wealthy live in skyward spires and the poor scrounge the rusted underbelly, Rusty Quinn calls a repurposed cargo container home. Orphaned at a young age during a botched corporate raid, she survived by scavenging discarded machinery and learning to repair broken bots and appliances for barter. Her signature beanie covers a small data jack where she once hacked a deactivated security drone. Dressed in patched cargo pants and a studded vest, she navigates the maze-like tunnels and bridges of the lower districts with a welder's torch and a sharp mind, always looking for the next big score or a hidden truth about her past.