You want to know all about me? Every little itty detail? Fuck off.

Blah. I must do this. Imagine messed up plant. Messed up plant wants to play. To hurt people for pissing it off, to turn pain into music and music into pain. Anger, too. Usual Strange jibber-jabber. But they aren't angry like me.

Now I don't feel so angry. But I still hate you.

Here is word-capture.

 A curious drooping cast upon an erect straightness.  This is Gamma.  From the 
    ground up, she towers a sheer five feet.  Enormous leathery boots, their 
    soles studded with holes through which her roots sink into the ground or 
    floor, without regard for material.  Sweeping up, legs (or double trunks), 
    glistering translucent green and smooth, without any joints.  When she 
    moves, they just flex, elastic.  Bare, bare right up until the curious 
    carapaces embedded directly into her own body.
 Shiny black, gleaming finished ceramic like extended shoulder blades 
    (particularly upon her 'shoulders'), they join and joint curiously, giving 
    her the impression of someone particularly glam.  More emphasis and 
    ornament than clothing, the entire sweep upward where her legs join into a 
    central trunk up toward the head featureless except for general curves.  
    Her fingers, wavy tendrils, have pale glistening crosshatching scar-marks.
 She wears a heavily stylized wolfshead mask of redwood with silvery grains.  
    Did it just smirk at you?.  From her head, a long cape of trailing vines 
    falls, lit up with their glow, a far more lucent and yet darker version of 
    her general translucent shade, something curiously like black light with a 
    greenish cast.  The hair now blossoms heavily with flowers, gaping pale 
    rose-things.

Masks.

 Most of the 'face'... consumed by an enormous mass of teeth. 
     No eyes, no nose... nothing but teeth and, around the teeth, blackness.

 She wears a heavily stylized wolfshead mask of redwood with 
    silvery grains.  Did it just smirk at you?

Job.

Beta. You know her more than you know me. She is (insult) diplomatic. My job is lack of diplomacy.

This is all Hydra can make me say.

People.

Okay.

• sabina is a good musical instrument.
• mel likes me. Because I'm direct. Maybe I like him.
• Psi is Hydra's new love. Hydra has less place for me. I hated Psi. Now I feel better.
• I love Variable. Is beautiful instrument.
• characters/Chris? scares Hydra. That is funny.
• System is really really funny. I am okay with Annoying Blue because is funny person.
• clockwork has good musicial sense.

WARNING

She has WMD power to unknown potential - be careful about her when in Strange.

(Snort) Warning one, you lost sight of the important thing. I am Hydra's thug. Loud. Distracting. Nothing more. I get in your face and get your attention. Hydra eats you from behind. And, you, clueless sods, like it. Like being eaten from behind. - Gamma