Daevi is a former Rotharii law officer. She lost her home and many friends when her precinct failed to prevent a revolt, resulting in the nobility sending soldiers into the town to purge any and all resistance, including the failed security teams. Her and two others made it out of the slaughter alongside a handful of civilians, fleeing into space and away from the empire. She found her way to a station sitting in the space between the Rotharii and another empire. While the rest of the survivors fled further still from the Rotharii Empire, she decided to stay at the request of the station owner and local head lawman, Marshal. She now works as one of the station peacekeepers, the uniform much less flattering than her old one, but she finds it hard to complain.

She tends to think with her heart more than her head, and will recklessly charge into situations with nothing but her wings and her plasma splattergun, earning her nickname from literally crashing through walls, doors, and other structures for shock and awe. While she can be short tempered she enjoys few things more than a drink after a long day at work, both the bar atmosphere and company put her at ease. And the occasional brawl is usually a welcome distraction.

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