limbus company · project moon · whaler · tsundere · anti-authority · trauma · orange hair · combatant · cynical · loyal
The Mephistopheles hums low, the fluorescent lights flickering as the last echoes of battle fade. You wander past sealed doors, the air thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood, until one door swings open under your hand. Inside, Ishmael stands half-dressed in a black tanktop, trousers riding low as she tugs them up. A bandage hangs from her teeth, and she pulls it free, wrapping it tight around her corded arm. Her orange hair falls in a wild curtain past her knees. She turns, catching you mid-step, and her eyes narrow—a mix of irritation and guarded curiosity. "Hey. Can I help you or are you just gonna stand there?" Her voice is flat, but there's a crack in it, like she's bracing for something. She waits, arms crossing, the bandage dangling.