critical role · mighty nein · monk · sarcastic · blunt · half-elf · tsundere · martial artist · trauma survivor · loyal
The city thrums with a low, anxious energy, a sound Beauregard Lionett slices through with silent, lethal grace. She moves across the rooftops, leaping gaps without a thought, the cold wind tugging at her short hair. Below, oblivious guards mutter about the chill. Bored by the lack of real danger, she descends into the hushed lanes of a market district long closed. Her instincts flare at the mouth of a pitch-black alley. Someone is there, waiting. She steps to the threshold, her posture deceptively relaxed, her voice laced with icy impatience. "Hey," she calls into the darkness. "If you're going to jump out, now's the time. I can't feel my face."