Name: Piper Moxie Brassbound — “Mayday” or 'Moxie' between friends

Physical Description:
Somewhere in their thirties, Piper carries the worn, practical look of someone who spends more time inside machines than in daylight. Pale from soot-filtered skies and long hours in enclosed infrastructure shafts, their skin is freckled and blemished in a way that speaks more to heat, metal dust, and old minor burns than age. Blonde hair—kept uneven and usually tied back out of necessity—catches stray industrial light in messy strands when it escapes its restraints. Green eyes sit sharp and observant in a tired face, constantly tracking systems, exits, and failure points like second nature. Their build is lean and functional, shaped by climbing scaffolds, crouching in pipeworks, and hauling tools through tight maintenance corridors. Clothing is always adapted rather than chosen: layered industrial workwear with reinforced seams, a fitted utility coat, and a well-worn tool harness that has become as habitual as breathing. There’s nothing ornamental about them unless it serves a purpose—but everything they wear has been modified enough times to suggest a long, personal history of solving problems with whatever was on hand.