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. Honour truly has no idea who her parents were, because she was too young when they were gone to remember them, but she had siblings. Before her was an older brother, and then a handful of younger siblings. What she can't tell you is whether those siblings were blood related to her or not, and whether those younger siblings were actually her siblings and not nieces and nephews. In Pyxis, it doesn't gods damned matter, though.
They had a tough time making ends meet. Their older brother eventually died in the HoloArena, and Honour went to running the streets wild and unchecked, and she was probably in a rudimentary gang as a child. Many times she ended up on the wrong side of the wrong person, and paid for it, but she was mostly in one piece, and that was good enough for her.
Eventually she was grown enough to hold a HoloBlade without falling over, and Honour took to the HoloArena. It was either she was going to die, or she was going to die, and frankly, which one it was didn't make much of a difference in her mind. It all sucked and there wasn't anything for it. At least in the arena, she had a decent chance of making a good amount of money. Unfortunately, she did need a sponsor, and sponsors are notorious for sucking up way too much of their fighters' income; Honour was no different.
By chance, she met a very rowdy bunch of drunken Republic soldiers one day, and made somewhat friends with one. One thing led to another, Honour might've had a drink or two as well, and the next thing she knew, it was morning, and she was missing some things wrapped around one of those drunk Republic soldiers who was also missing some things, and well... it kind of imploded. Honour wasn't terribly pleased with herself over it, and while he was mostly amused, he didn't seem happy either. (In hindsight, it might've been the hangover.)
So she ran off and didn't intend to ever speak to Seth Antares ever again. He probably wouldn't even remember her, anyway. Turns out, he did. He said hi to her whenever he was around, probably just to watch her flush pink. And then one day he was gone, and his Republic buddies said he'd been charged with treason and summarily removed from the Dome, and Honour's hopes kind of fell through the floor. She was starting to like him.
A week later, she turned out to be pregnant, and it just so happened she had a strange medical condition called arena sickness. There's no real name for it, because when it crops up, it kills fairly quickly after, and the Republic refuses to admit it exists, and everyone else doesn't have the time to observe it long. Honour didn't expect to survive very long, but she did her best; friends of hers were kind enough to keep her fed, mostly, but she was forced to quit the arena lest she pass arena sickness, caused by consistent exposure to the rapid gravity level changes in the arena, to her unborn child.
It had to be Seth's child. And she was having a hard enough time keeping her siblings alive, she couldn't imagine being able to raise a baby past infancy. She made a decision then, that this baby was going to its father, because maybe the Outlands were treacherous and terrible, but they had to be better than the Dome. If nothing else, Seth was smart, and she knew it. He'd figure it out. She had to believe that or she wouldn't be able to do it.
Someone found him for her. And not long after their child, a healthy boy with dusky skin, was born, Honour took him outside the Dome and found Seth, and unceremoniously dropped the boy in his lap. Because with Seth, the child at least had the highest chance of making it. She then returned to her cluster of struggling siblings, and her certain death, and tried to make peace with that reality.
Honour lost several of her siblings along the way. And by some strange twist of fate, Suyis Lucain ended up adopting her and what remained of her siblings, and they became Hennessey-Maitras. Honour... has always somewhat been bitter towards Suyis for not adopting them sooner, because maybe she could've kept her son and still had most of her siblings if he had. It's not like it's really his fault, so she tries not to be too angry with him. Emotions don't make any sense, though.
Suyis knew how to handle her arena sickness, and replaced a few choice organs with mechanical versions, and Honour lived just fine. He then insisted on putting her and her siblings through school, and Honour later joined the United Republic, because it offered a really high pay-cheque, and to say the least of it, Honour doesn't feel secure unless she has a lot of caps in savings. Honour bounced around departments because she was never terribly good at any of them, even spent a stint in the Special Ops, in which she lost her right arm and left leg, which are now mechanical too, and then ended up a handler in the defence department.
She got bitter. The missions she ended up taking after a point were reckless, high-risk, and also high-pay, and she blamed whoever sounded right to blame in her head at any given time for whatever it was she was bitter about now. And now she's been assigned her own son as an assignment. She is her son's handler now.
She doesn't have to look at the files to know it was Suyis that did it. And if she thought she could get away with it, she'd shoot him in the foot. But really, he'd probably kill her.
