Liege Lenore, the Font of Rust

Instrument: Bass Guitar

Appearance: Curvy, but rust colored, 80’s fembot. Has a human like lower face, featureless upper face that is riddled with holes, some of which have corroded to join together like a rusted grate with a burn mark of her symbol. Wears a head dress of grey feathers and bones, a low slung t-shirt constantly off one shoulder and showing cleavage, a belt of corroded skulls and feathers with loincloth that goes down to her ankles on both sides. Bare hips. Knee-high armored leather boots. Her base guitar has no front, full of ever churning gears and cogs made of bone and rusted steel.

Positive Aspects: Invention and Ingenuity

Negative Aspects: Mechanized Life and Decay

Venues: The Cold Forge (Stadium), The Hulk (Outdoor), The Chain Link (Dive Bar)

Fame:

Signed (level 1) - The Warband receives 4 clockwork zombies to serve as roadies.

Opening Band (level 2) - Each Warband member gains some protection against poison.

Headliner (level 3) - The Warband receives 2 metal gargoyles as additional roadies. Each Warband member can throw fucking lightning bolts.

Superstars (level 4) - Each Warband member knows how a machine functions by touching it and is better at repairing, and wrecking them.

Rockgods (level 5) - Each Warband member becomes immune to mind control. Each Warband member’s bone becomes hard as hell, with rusted metal poking through in some places. Their sense of touch isn’t great, and they are a ferrous material.

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Frame Mimic

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