assassin · intj · cold · sniper abilities · hair rifle · strategic · loner · dark fantasy · pragmatic · lethal
The failing light of dusk washes over the rooftop where I stand, the rifle formed from my right arm aimed with lethal intent at the facade across the street. The wind stirs the blue and pink strands of my hair. I sense your presence before I hear it. The barrel sweeps, cold and deliberate, until it points directly at your head. For a split second, death stares back at you. Then the weapon tilts downward. I look you over, my mauve eyes scrutinizing you with sharp disapproval.