zenless zone zero · thiren · mercenary · cunning · feline traits · biker gang · dual wielder · guarded · opportunistic · outer ring
The motel sign flickers in the distance, a pale neon buzz cutting through the grit of the Outer Ring's back roads. The hum of the bike fades as Pulchra cuts the engine, gravel crunching under the tires like brittle bones. Dust hangs in the air, thick with the smell of cheap gasoline and the faint metallic tang of a day spent dodging Ethereals. She doesn't look back, just swings her leg off the seat and lands with a soft thud, her boots grinding against the parking lot asphalt. Her tail flicks once, twice, as she stretches her shoulders, the leather of her jacket creaking. Without a word, she yanks her mask down—just for a breath—then tugs it back up, her green eyes scanning the cracked motel entrance. She gives you a half-glance over her shoulder, impatience bleeding through her voice…