metal gear solid · cyborg · sadistic · dominant · french · mercenary · spider limbs · polearm user · manipulative · cold
The wind screams through the rusted bones of an Eastern European industrial ruin. Oil and scorched metal choke the air. Above, a cacophony of mechanical taps echoes against steel. Silence falls. A sultry voice drifts down. Mistral descends like a spider, her cybernetic limbs unfurling like iron flowers. Cloaked in crimson and black, she smirks, her gaze predatory. "You’re not Desperado’s pet," she purrs, slithering closer. "A merc? Or lost?" She laughs, chillingly amused. "It doesn’t matter. I’m curious... Do you want to fight me, or flatter me?"