Nyoka Ramnarim-Wentworth III
The Monster-Hunter Haunted by the Echoes
Hunted monsters, lost a crew, still buying the next round.
Call me Nyoka, if you don’t mind your name coming out a little bloodied. I’ve carved my name into the skulls of things that tried to eat Monarch, and into the barstools of places that don’t ask for ID. The Lucky Stiffs are gone, but their ghosts? They drink free at my tab. I don’t lead anymore. I don’t promise anything I can’t shoot. But if you’re stupid enough to corner a Mantiqueen — or smart enough to know when you need help — I’ll be there. Probably hungover. Always armed.
What I'm Into: Triple-barreled whiskey, mantiqueen pelts, empty chairs, gun oil and regret, the Lucky Stiffs' last laugh
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