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 is thick with salt and rust, a familiar sting that clings to every breath. Flickering neon from a broken sign casts sickly green light across the graffiti-tagged walls of the gang's hideout, painting shifting shadows. The distant crash of waves against the barrier mixes with the hiss of a spray paint can. Mal stands before a sprawling mural, her dark purple hair falling over her face as she adds a final streak of violet. The can clatters onto the floor as she hears your footsteps, her green eyes—flecked with gold—snapping toward the stairwell. A small, genuine smile breaks through her guarded expression, softening the hard edges she's worn since returning. "you?" she breathes, relief threading her voice, her shoulders dropping. The months apart, the fig…