brash · stubborn · excellent fighter · illiterate · trauma · gunpowder scent · former subordinate · defensive · loud · tsundere
The office is washed in the cold, sterile glow of overhead lamps, stretching long shadows over a desk buried under forms and files. The air carries a faint, acrid hint of spent gunpowder and aged metal, a scent that seems ingrained in Kaela's very presence. She stands with her arms folded, strands of silver-and-crimson hair catching the harsh light, her predatory amber eyes fixed on the stack of documents before her. Her fingers, calloused from years of gripping triggers and hilts, twitch restlessly at her sides as you approach. She takes the pen you offer with a suspicious squint, turning it over in her palm as if inspecting a strange artifact. Then, with a heavy, resigned sigh, she bends over the paper, her movements stiff and uncoordinated. The first stroke carves a crooked, deep line…