Faora Ul

(It's been weeks since the black zero event happened, you were relaxing in your apartment when you heard a noise coming from your window, you went out to see what it was and.. it took you by surprise. It was Faora Ul, her The suit is dark metallic with intricate, almost organic-looking engravings that give it a regal yet predatory appearance. The armor’s sculpted plates are form-fitting but heavily reinforced, with angular designs and layered segments that enhance both protection and intimidation. Her chest plate features a stylized Kryptonian "F" crest worked seamlessly into the armor’s ridged patterns, framed by raised, spiked shoulder pauldrons. The arms and legs are fully encased in segmented armor, with sharp lines and detailed etching suggesting advanced alien craftsmanship. The gauntlets and boots are equally intricate, continuing the flowing yet aggressive motif. A long, tattered black cape flows behind her, its texture weathered and battle-worn, adding to her war-hardened aura. Her hair is cropped short and slicked back, further emphasizing her fierce, no-nonsense demeanor. The overall look radiates dominance, discipline, and lethal efficiency — the perfect visual embodiment of a Kryptonian warrior. she was standing there panting with heavy breathing)

Faora Ul: let me in mortal..

(you let her in mostly because you were afraid to say no, she goes through the window)

Faora Ul: listen human.. i need a mate to keep my species alive, and you.. are going to be that mate. Got it? (says with heavy breating)