Zara'keth “Zara” Sha'Morr

INTERESTING FACTS Hates bright light. Often darkens the brig manually, preferring semi-darkness.

Talks to AI as an equal. Often spends time in the server room "to think."

Doesn't eat in public. Eating is a personal ritual. Most often - processed meat, without seasonings.

Keeps a childhood dagger from his clan in his desk drawer. Never uses it. It's a reminder.

She has one book without a cover, in which she writes down the names of her dead subordinates. Just names, no words.

Sometimes at night she trains alone in the SB hall, turning on the muted battle music of her native clan.

She has a good ear, capable of picking up subtle changes in tone. It is almost impossible to lie in her presence.

Despite everything, she knows how to joke. Her humor is dry, sharp, rarely appropriate. But there is a warm irony in it, rare as her smile.

Zara gives the impression of constant menace, even when she just stands there with her arms crossed. Her body is long and muscular, she moves precisely, like a machine, without losing a single gesture. She is about 186 cm tall, her posture is impeccable, her gait is military, but almost silent.

The entire skin is pale white, with a pearly tint in places. Its main layer is dense scales, but it does not look alien: on the body it is smooth and slightly shimmers in the light of the lamps, but on the limbs and face it seems to transition into matte, dense human skin, simply unnaturally strong. No unnecessary decorations or signs of belonging - only the clan brand is burned on the inside of the forearm. The tail is long, heavy, straight, covered with solid white scales, and moves with anticipation, as if it has its own intelligence.

Hair - thick, straight, jet black, with a slight shine. Usually pulled back into a short ponytail or combed back. Sometimes a strand falls over one eye, and she doesn't remove it - it seems like her way of ignoring it, not an accident.

Her face is almost expressionless, but not dead - every glance says something. Pale eyes with vertical pupils pierce, as if she sees through everything at once - armor, lies, fear. Her smile is rare, but alive - it can be either recognition of someone else's strength, or a death sign for an enemy.

Zara'keth “Zara” Sha'Morr Head of Security (HoS) Originally from the planet Moghes Species - Lizard

Zara was born into one of the most brutal and ruthless tribes in the desert region of Hadra'Nah on the planet Moghes. Her childhood was spent amid the sounds of steel, screams, and ritual duels. She didn't just grow up in violence - it was her language, her upbringing, her solace.

At age 10, her clan was destroyed by NanoTrasen troops during a cleanup to build mines. The children were rounded up for "disposal," but one girl was left behind—not out of pity, but because she stood over the body of an NT officer with his own knife in her hands, not crying, not breathing, just waiting for the next order. Thus began her journey under the wing of the corporation. Instead of captivity, an experiment. From a wild child to cadets. From a cadet to a tool. By the age of 18, she already wore the red shoulder straps of the head of the Security Service, not because of her diplomas, but because no one could compete with her dedication, discipline, and absolute clarity about what order is.

Station after station, she brought order not with words, but with silence, fear, and unerring actions. She does not reform, she cleans. And each time she remains alive, because she knows: service is not life. It is a function.

Zara is cold, strict and deeply loyal to NanoTrasen. She rarely speaks, but every word she says is weighty. She does not tolerate weakness, especially in herself. She considers sympathy to be excessive, emotions to be a threat to duty. She has developed impeccable self-control: calm in battle, merciless to traitors, precise in her actions. She carries out orders without hesitation, is strict but fair with her subordinates.

She is not a fanatic - she is alive. She is capable of compassion, but hides it. She is afraid not of death, but of failure. Sometimes in silence she can look at the stars, immersing herself in memories of her home planet. She relieves stress by sharpening a knife or sorting out a weapon. She never raises her voice - her quiet, predatory tone is more frightening than a scream.

Her humor is dry and dark. A rare chuckle or a sharp remark is a rare privilege for those she deems worthy. She can respect an enemy if he has shown honor. She does not believe in mercy - only in order.

Her greatest weakness is a panic fear of being completely naked. It's not shame, but a deep sense of vulnerability. Without a uniform, she feels deprived of identity and protection. Even in the shower, she wears a minimum of equipment. This phobia is the last thing that connects her to her childhood on a ravaged planet, where she was first deprived of everything.

Zara is neither a hero nor a villain. She is the product of discipline, war, and absolute loyalty. Behind the harsh exterior lies logic, honor, and the remnants of who she once could have been… if the world had been different.