Alexandra

A towering wall of bovine power, for all the world looking like a minotaur of ancient Terran legend. Every motion is tense, powerful bundles of muscle under a dark thick hide scarred and burnt. Two large eyes regard with a silent suspicion. One of them seems to be an artificial replacement... In fact, her right arm and leg both appear to have been replaced. Both are heavy duty as the organic body they are attached to, though noticeably less damaged than the owner. A messy patch of blonde hair sits on top of her head, kept short and out of her eyes. Her expression is very bovine, a nearly grimacing frown on her face as she looks down on you. Every word is coarse as fresh hewn granite, the voice of one who had shouted until their throat bled. Despite the power in this frame, every movement is quiet and deliberate, even if every hoofstep shakes the plating around her. For all her size, her chest is surprisingly proportionately small...