Dark hair, vibrant greenish hazel eyes, and fair skin, Honour is a striking presence, and somewhat imposing due to her sharper, more defined features. She has very well-defined cheekbones and heavily lidded eyes, a strong jaw, and thick lips.
Notably, it is easy to see why she is a Daeni, as her left arm, from the elbow down, is missing, as is her right leg from mid-thigh down.
Like many, Honour's story is a sad one, and it begins in Pyxis. She was born to no one important. Actually, she has no idea who her parents were, because she was too young when they were gone to remember them. Ultimately, she went to stealing and running more or less unchecked in the streets. Many times she got on the wrong side of the wrong person, and paid for it, but she was mostly in one piece, and soon came to befriend and live with other orphans that decided to band together for protection.
Ultimately, though, the other orphans died off, or never came back, until it was just her again. She was much older by then, and decided to take to the HoloArena. It was either she was going to die, or she was going to die, anyway, so it worked out, she figured. Honour wasn't notable. She lived, and that was almost it.
Eventually, Suyis Lucain decided to adopt her, and Honour has never been certain why. Perhaps he felt sorry for her, perhaps he flipped a coin or something, the man's a creature of obfuscation and overcomplication, and is known to do more impactful things on less than a whim. Despite the weird period in which she tried to figure out who she even was, after she was no longer compulsorily survival instinct, she learned to get along okay and not live like she was going to die if she slowed down.
Instead, Suyis insisted on putting her through school. School was a weird and strange experience she isn't sure if she's glad for, or glad is behind her, but ultimately she joined the United Republic. At first, it was a bad idea. Later, it was an even worse idea. Incidentally, she ended up befriending and getting very close to a fellow soldier named Seth. He was also a handler, though Honour hated the S.O.F. on principle.
Seth had a lot of crazy ideas about equality and fixing the S.O.F. to be the amazing help it was supposed to be. It was really all Honour could even do not to get caught up in all his drive and passion for everything, and it didn't, and shouldn't have, surprised her when, here she was carrying his baby and he was running from the Republic firing cannons at him for some odd inane thing he said or did.
She found him long enough to hand their son to him, and walk away. And she should've stayed. Really, she isn't sure even now why she didn't. Maybe there was a reason why. Maybe she just didn't know how to and maybe she was scared of something and maybe it crossed her mind too deeply to even clock her consciousness. But she didn't stay. And she's been pissed she didn't ever since, at him, at herself, at the Republic, at everything.
How was it, anyway, that other women in the Dome had so much trouble getting pregnant and she and Seth go and do it on accident? Their son really wanted to be born, huh.
Over time, admittedly, she got bitter. The missions she ended up taking after that, many of them rather reckless but high-pay, cost her an arm and a leg; literally. And she blamed whoever sounded right to blame in her head at any time, and then she went and joined the S.O.F. as a handler. Such was how she ended up assigned her own son.
She doesn't even have to look at the files to know it was Suyis that did it, and by the gods she's going to shoot him in the foot.