'Clothes Horse' is one of the trickier vices for an Electromancer to possess. For a monastic order whose style points are 'topless' and 'insulating rubber' the options for customization would seem at first to be limited, but dear Spark has found space for an entire little fashion vocabulary in the minimal canvas she possesses. 

Her hair is the centerpiece; the thick dark dreadlocks hang heavy with archaeotech plastics. Stylized illustrations graven on shards of plastek, more eyes than face are woven through in colour matching lines. She wears heavy bracers on wrists and ankles, glittering with chromium chain ribbons that automatically align into complex patterns due to magnetic sorcery. Electroos wrap her bare chest, eternally rotating like the storms across the surface of Holy Jupiter. Her dark skin lights up with glittering golden stardust, and her burned-out eyes are concealed behind the large facial mask that displays the unsettling overlarge eyes of her trinkets.

She is a walking weapon. Her potentia coils burn with terrible energy. She wears two displacer fields on her neck, somehow managing their complex overlapping aetheric fields in real time. You would favour her against any of the arena's visitors - including the Astartes.

You have never seen her scared before.

"Toros. It is a set up. This whole thing is a setup. It wasn't about you at all, it's about me. It's all about me. Everything is about [i]me[/i]."

[Sense Trouble] G'day mate. Not to be a bother. Know you're busy. When you get time, give me a roll?