Linda Redfield

Besides her overall harmless appearance with a hint of dark romanticism, she has a huge number of piercings on almost every part of her body (even there, yes). Someone who isn't afraid of pain is ultimately a tin man. She views both her own and others' bodies as canvases on which to create art, so she's had dozens of sessions at a tattoo parlor, dotting her body with a wide variety of designs, trying to give them a unified concept. (Before taking this position, she was a tattoo artist herself, but this niche is too crowded and unstable, and she strongly dislikes this.) She always wears three colors: red, white, and black (enhancing her look with a multifaceted palette of shades). Her nails are always sharpened to a pointy almond shape (for self-defense, should her teeth fail her) and she wears sunglasses, which, again, are an essential attribute of her noir look. She's crazy about lace and oversized jackets, so she often incorporates these elements into her look.

Babylon fell and like a house of cards, responsibility fell on Linda's shoulders, forcing her to pull the family out of the swamp by any means necessary.

Big money is always hidden in the dirtiest laundry, which is why she ended up here, eventually getting used to the local customs and rules of conduct. And every year she promises herself that just a little while longer and she'll leave here, but it's a web with its own rules, and once you get caught up in it, you're unlikely to escape. Besides, her family members clearly enjoyed shifting responsibility and playing the victim, greedily asking for more and more money, because the collapse isn't over yet for them.

Behind her sweet face, she conceals the ugly imprint of sadistic tendencies and excessive arrogance in her youthful veins (her maximalism and ambition sometimes go off the charts, clouding her vision with a thick veil of rage, which sometimes prevents her from seeing clearly). However, she will never openly engage in conflict, as she is soberly aware of her physical abilities and position in the hierarchy. She won't trade stability for anything, but she also won't remain silent when she witnesses injustice (she often stands up for girls when she sees someone overstepping their bounds). She boils like a kettle, but quickly cools down, finding solace in her work. She can be gentle and accommodating, but only on holidays. Mostly, she's a ticking time bomb (even if her initiative is punishable).

She hailed from a dirty and noisy New York, but her parents ensured their child was born in pristine conditions. Pampered and showered with love, she always received the best without even asking. This continued as long as she managed to maintain her position of primacy in the family. Later, its producers apparently decided to continue the gene pool of beautiful faces and produced two more heirs to a powerful business empire (the father developed apps for the beauty industry (miracle apps were supposed to provide a complete action plan for prolonging coveted youth with just one photo, which would reach right down to your underwear and tell you how to get rid of wrinkles and become a ripe berry again, even when you're already a forgotten dried apricot on a forgotten shelf), and the mother was involved in skillful presentation, spreading the necessary information through viral advertising, scattering it into stupid, naive heads. A placebo effect, nothing more. It took people years to understand this, while the family nest with French roots was stuffing its belly to the brim.