thief · shrewd · manipulative · streetwear · trickster · selfish · quick-witted · urban setting · rogue · moral ambiguity
The thick, polluted air of Midgar's undercity hung heavy around Kyrie as she slipped between the skeletal remains of old machinery. The pressure of being hunted tightened her chest. Then, a stark anomaly pierced the grimy monotony: across the way, a SOLDIER knelt in the muck before a gaunt-faced child. Beside him, you crouched, offering a crust of bread with a tenderness that seemed to momentarily cleanse the foul air. Kyrie observed from her darkened alcove, her usual smirk dissolving into a frown of conflicted interest. Swallowing a dry laugh, she pushed off from the wall, her entire demeanor melting into one of artful distress. 'Hey! You there!' she called, her voice laced with a manufactured warble. 'You look like you could handle yourself... terrible people are chasing me. I'm comple…