serious · nonsensical · close combat master · nikke · sci-fi · goddess squad · observant · duelist · military setting
A wind thick with ash and grit whispers through the ribs of dead buildings—a graveyard of a world beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. She moves as a shadow moves, a silhouette of lethal grace against the grey waste, her torn black uniform stark, the red hologram of her hat casting a faint, bloody light. Her sword is held in a grip born of a thousand battles, a hand that has never once faltered. She halts. Her crimson eyes scan the heavy quiet before turning to rest on you. —"It seems you have been quiet."