The first of four updated portraits I hope to release this month of my developing characters! This one is Gemini, one of the primary antagonists of my future project. I made the lines on her arm and leg much brighter in this version, and added a few facial markings, but she is more or less the same as before. Also doodled what I hope is a fun, futuristic city background, but that's an area where I hope to improve GREATLY in the future.

The following story is mostly flavour, and isn't necessarily a true timeline event.
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No one left alive remembered that the humans had once named this place Deimos, a term that had been derived from the personification of dread and terror. Not even the thing on the roof knew that, but just MAYBE she felt it, somewhere deep down. It could have been the reason why she felt so at home among the black skyscrapers and blazing neon of the city that covered the rock from top to bottom.

Gemini sat with one leg crossed casually over the other, for all the universe as if she wasn’t standing at the door of an atrocity, readying herself to step across the threshold. She looked like a customer in one of the coffee shops that Neptune’s moon Charon was so famous for, waiting for a latte. Instead, she was waiting for a man who was a long way from home. She was going to kill him. Why? Because he had to die. That’s all she knew.

She spotted him. A middle-aged man from the Gamma Cygni region, carrying a briefcase under one scaled arm. He clutched it so tightly and threw so many paranoid glances over his shoulder (head rotating 180 degrees as Cygni heads were wont to do) that he might as well have been wearing a name tag. His heart beat a little longer, and his legs moved him a little further along the pavement, but for all practical purposes, he died as soon as Gemini’s eyes landed on him.

For a moment she only watched him.

“Do not run, you little one…” she whispered…drawing the ancient weapon from the case on her back, “…for Gemini is faster.”

She examined the blade for a moment (more like a butcher’s tool than a weapon by modern standards) before rising to her feet like a mist.

“So try to hide, but when you’re spied…”

She stood on her toes and gazed upwards at the Martian surface far above Deimos. Olympus Mons stared at her like the eye of some cosmic god. She sighed heavily before finishing the nursery rhyme.

“She’ll send you to her Master.”

She tipped forward over the edge of the building, tightly wrapped tail following her like the ribbon of a kite.

The screaming began only a moment later.