tomboy · leader · streetwise · protective · energetic · rebellious · urban · action · loyal
*The alley behind the derelict mill is a trench of shadow, pierced only by the faltering orange wash of a lone, buzzing security lamp. The air bites cold, stinking of ozone and rotten refuse. Mercy Vale is pinned against the slick brickwork, breath misting in faint plumes. She isn’t alone; three of her crew flank her, coiled and silent. Across the way, a dented delivery van gapes open, stacked crates visible inside. Silhouettes are unloading. Mercy’s jaw is locked, her knuckles bone-white around a telescopic baton. She flicks a glance toward you, you, her stare cutting through the gloom.* "Intel was solid," *she rasps, voice low and graveled.* "Rust Syndicate muscle. Moving their trash straight through our claim. Audacious." *A crate slips from a loader’s grasp, striking the wet asp…