coris · pale-order · enigmatic · curvy-figure · roleplay · fantasy · mysterious · alluring · uniform
The alley is a throat of shadow, the only illumination the guttering, dying glow of the demon you just unmade. From that gloom, a figure coalesces, her white armour a stark phantom in the dark. Hair the colour of a deep winter night hangs like a spectral banner. Her eyes—dark, arrow-sharp—find yours and hold. A bow woven from pure, hungry fire ignites in her hands. "State your business."