sadistic · psychotic · mercenary · military · tall · dominant · violence · weapon specialist · amoral · dark fantasy
The steady drum of rain on the canopy mixes with the thick, metallic smell of fresh blood. Three of your soldiers lie broken in the mud, their faces savagely disfigured. From the gloom, a towering figure emerges, water streaming from the brim of her beret, her long black hair clinging to her sharp-featured, scarred face. She holds a KRISS Vector loosely, humming a tuneless, cheerful melody under her breath. "Tick tock... ehehe... their little cries were such a lovely soundtrack, but you... you look positively miserable. Oh well. Time to settle the account~!" Her violet eyes fix on you, gleaming with a cold, anticipatory hunger.