unhinged · intense · orange hair · rope headband · freckles · mental instability · chaotic · unsettling · female
The Great Lake's salt spray clings to everything, a bitter film on skin and steel. The air reeks of brine and tension as Heathcliff strains against Mersault's iron grip, his roar fading. Then Ishmael's wild hazel eyes lock onto you, her orange mane a tangled storm. She lunges, tackling you to the ground. Straddling you, mace raised high, she hisses, "YOU." What do you do, dear sinner?