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Description
my own killjoy character, from my chemical romance's danger days 'verse.

background info:

as a killjoy, ellectron doesn't do much in the way of running-chasing-shooting things, except in self-defense. she's the one who looks after the group, makes sure everyone's got what they need & gets intel from the zones. she's kinda careful & worries a whole lot, but in dire situations she's ready to throw herself in the line of fire to protect the ones she loves.

her bag contains Useful Shit, so that when another killjoy says "goddamn, we forgot the --!" ellectron can say "don't worry, i got it." it's decorated with badges she's gathered over the years, logos of renegade bands & resistance groups, symbols from ancient myths & stories that ellectron tells the others when they've got a moment to rest at night. she makes it up when she doesn't know the ending.

ellectron collects things, shit she finds lying around the desert, wires & bits of jewellery & she hangs 'em to her belt in memory of the battlegrounds they cross. the keys are a reminder of home. they used to open her front door before the whole section got destroyed in The Accident. & although there's nothing left, she doesn't want to forget.

armpatch is, uh, a dinosaur with wings, for no reason except ellectron is totally fascinated by dinosaurs. ray-gun, zerosis, is covered in dragon-wing print on top, & binary code on the underside.

ellectron takes to writing slogans on her arms to suit her mood, & paints things on her face, again depending on the day. when you run out of paper & don't have time to stop & draw, your body's the closest canvas.

skeleton gloves are a must, & the headscarf can be pulled down to cover the mouth in case of sandstorms & dustclouds.

Description
my own killjoy character, from my chemical romance's danger days 'verse.

background info:

as a killjoy, ellectron doesn't do much in the way of running-chasing-shooting things, except in self-defense. she's the one who looks after the group, makes sure everyone's got what they need & gets intel from the zones. she's kinda careful & worries a whole lot, but in dire situations she's ready to throw herself in the line of fire to protect the ones she loves.

her bag contains Useful Shit, so that when another killjoy says "goddamn, we forgot the --!" ellectron can say "don't worry, i got it." it's decorated with badges she's gathered over the years, logos of renegade bands & resistance groups, symbols from ancient myths & stories that ellectron tells the others when they've got a moment to rest at night. she makes it up when she doesn't know the ending.

ellectron collects things, shit she finds lying around the desert, wires & bits of jewellery & she hangs 'em to her belt in memory of the battlegrounds they cross. the keys are a reminder of home. they used to open her front door before the whole section got destroyed in The Accident. & although there's nothing left, she doesn't want to forget.

armpatch is, uh, a dinosaur with wings, for no reason except ellectron is totally fascinated by dinosaurs. ray-gun, zerosis, is covered in dragon-wing print on top, & binary code on the underside.

ellectron takes to writing slogans on her arms to suit her mood, & paints things on her face, again depending on the day. when you run out of paper & don't have time to stop & draw, your body's the closest canvas.

skeleton gloves are a must, & the headscarf can be pulled down to cover the mouth in case of sandstorms & dustclouds.