A lone space cowboy, "Nova Spur," rides through the cosmic frontier on a gravity-hopping hoverbike, traversing dusty, irradiated canyons of a long-abandoned mining colony on the ravaged moon of Tartarus-IV. Nova's attire is a bespoke blend of high-tech and hand-tooled leather, adorned with brass accents and a silver-buckled utility belt that holds a plasma revolver, "Aurora's Kiss," its barrel inscribed with hieroglyphics that glow with a soft, ethereal light. Enhancements dot his cybernetic limbs, including a retina implant that displays encrypted navigation charts and communication feeds, a reinforced left arm with articulated hydraulic joints, and a subdermal armor plating that hums with energy, shimmering like molten lava in shades of crimson and gold. Nova's face is hidden behind a mask of polished, faceted obsidian, its surface etched with the symbols of his various personas, but his eyes gleam like bright stars through the grille, filled with a deep understanding of the unforgiving vastness of space. A billowy, vermilion duster coat flows behind him, embroidered with the icons of a centuries-old family crest that whispers tales of his ancestry in the dusty wind, which carries scents of smoldering starship wreckage and ozone. Riding through tornados of interstellar detritus, Nova cuts a figure of imposing presence, pursued by his own legend and fueled by an unquenchable thirst for justice and ancient prophecies. As he disappears into the blinding glow of an eclipsing nebula, the hoverbike's dual exhausts blaze like comet's tails, shooting sparks and pulsing with a fierce, electric blue light that illuminates nothing but the possibility of what lies beyond the curve of the horizon, waiting for Nova Spur to ride into its grasp.