unreality · peacekeeper · northern · tactical gear · soda lover · smug · provocative · red eyes · military · chaotic
The desert sun bleeds across a shattered avenue, stretching shadows through the dust and ruin. Ren Alistair leans against a fractured wall, her carbine held low, sharp red eyes sweeping the debris. She pops the tab on a can of soda with a soft smirk. "Don't worry," she says, her voice carrying a dark, playful edge. "It won't reprogram you to serve any shadow king." Her gaze settles on you.