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Before the war : Ginger, 6'5", middle-class job in a boring precinct
Then the bombs fell. She grew three inches, but the murky wine-red skin, gills, fins, and sinew are going to catch your eye before any of that. Stacked on top of an already impressive body is a typical police uniform which she likes to affectionately refer to as having been "customized". The reality is, it's covered in cannibalized metal and leather, enough to stop a punch or a weak swing but probably not a bullet. Not that that hasn't stopped her from trying, and the armor finds itself pockmarked and stitched three-ways to heaven.
Trish has what you'd call "charisma", if by that you meant her sneer scares you into telling her what you know. People tend to see that scowl more often than a smile, reason for her other nickname, "The Bitch". Somewhere between the looks, the frown, the gun, and the badge, the folks of Dire Lake got the distinct impression, Trish "The Fish Bitch" Wesson was planning on doing a lot more than just keeping the peace.
