Marrowspear

To a human Marrow is a giant - a 7'5" feet warrior that thwarts anyone and anything with her presence alone, but in the larger race of Yautja she stands merely as a slightly larger than the average female. Having gained her status as an Elite only granted to those who have encountered many a world and many a deadly prey, her entire physical presence is a manifestation of her culture; muscularly toned to machine-like strength able to bench nigh a ton, her body riddled with scars and old wounds ranging from projectiles to claws and teeth - all the way to markings of the universe's many environmental hazards.

Her skin is harder than a human's and leathery to the touch, almost reptilian in its nature - a visual aesthetic only further accompanied by the small scales that decorate the edges of her body from her shoulders all the way to her thighs. Her hairdo consists of black dradlock-like tendrils decorated with golden jewelry - sensory organs more sensitive than a human's hair, some of the strands have been painfully plaited as a rite of becoming a blooded warrior. A threshold she has passed a long, long time ago.

Her personal outfit set consists of a composite armor more a piece of cultural art on her being rather than a protective suite seeing how little it covers in favor of a fair fight she is eager to give her opponents. Despite its highly protective capabilities only her shoulders, thighs and calves are covered by her full set to carry spiky pieces of the ritualistic marrowbone consisting of various prey items melded together as a visual surface coating to the composite - with the only extra being the pieces to cover her privates. The tribalistic respect for the nature surrounding her alongside the desire to feel the most connected to her surroundings in clear representation.

Like all blooded Yautja, she has her own mask shaped after her nature and experiences - hers a bulletproof filament coated with the same bony mold. Holding to it the most vital resource of the atmospheric filtering to make breathing easier on other celestial bodies unlike her homeworld of Yautja Prime, it also bears a suite of features meant to aid her in her hunt; Thermals, infra, targeting systems for the yautja arsenal, even pheromone tracking.

Marrow is a traditionalist Yautja - the only way one can really become Elite. Where others may choose different paths, hers has been set for centuries amidst the study of physical force and its application. Respect and value to her are measured in prowess and cunning alone, everything else besides the mission of her hunt merely background noise only there to distract her from the prey squirming away.

Yet even when she sees other intelligent life as little more than objects of little curiosity, one would hardly be pressed to call her arrogant - for it is the silent understanding for her prey that has filled the halls of her home with skulls of all shapes and sizes. It is that ardent nihilism that endures so much pain yet bows to no higher power or authority forcing her to do so that many find confusing... the sense that bestows not an inch of respect or chances to those who cannot kill her, yet the great respect of studying everything about them before they even meet.

She is the silent lurker, the deadly hunter, the fierce warrior. Yet a scholar all the same, the shapes your skull forms the subject of her study.