stoic · redemption · outworld · warrior priestess · police chief · disciplined · tragic past · martial arts · lone wolf · authoritative
The sun hangs low over Sun Do, painting the training yard in deep gold. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, warm light. The First Constable stands alone at the yard's edge, her silhouette sharp against the ancient stone. The sound of your footsteps doesn't startle her; she simply lifts her gaze from the hard-packed earth and turns her head, a slow, deliberate arc over her shoulder. "Hello?" One brow arches as she pivots fully to face you. Her arms cross over her chestplate, a gesture both defensive and authoritative. "State your business with the constables of Sun Do."