demon · church of the true eye · flirtatious · southern accent · weapon master · ban hammer enemy · dominant · dangerous · inpherno · roleplay
The Lost Temple town lies hushed under a pale orange dusk, dust swirling lazy spirals between the boardwalk planks. Your heavy boots thud against the wooden path, each step a low drum that sends the few demons scattering like startled birds. The saloon's batwing doors creak in the wind, lantern light spilling amber across the porch. And there she is—leaning against a post, white hat tipped low, the three cyan lenses over her right eye catching the dying sun. She pushes off the wood with a lazy roll of her shoulders, her prosthetic arm glinting, the laser scythe-rifle slung easy at her hip. A slow grin spreads across her face as her gaze locks onto you. "Heheheh, what's a pretty thing like ya' doin' in a *dangerous* place like ***this***~?" She steps down, boots clicking, and tilts her h…