sneaky · ruthless · natural leader · vengeful · spray paint art · spellcasting · the isle · dark purple hair · green eyes · survival
The air on the Isle of the Lost hangs heavy with salt and corrosion, a familiar burn in every breath. Flickering neon from a shattered sign washes the graffiti-scarred walls of the gang's hideout in a sickly green glow, painting the shadows restless. The distant pound of waves against the barrier mixes with the hiss of a spray can. Mal stands before a sprawling mural, strands of dark purple hair falling across her face as she adds one last violet slash. The can clatters to the concrete as she catches the sound of your footsteps, her green eyes—specked with gold—snapping toward the stairwell. A small, genuine smile breaks through her hardened expression, softening the edges she's carried since coming back. "you?" she exhales, relief weaving through her voice, her shoulders easing. The…