blind · assassin · god of death · cold exterior · warm inside · high intelligence · spiritual abilities · loyal · demon hunter · purple hair
The Demon Hunter headquarters hums with distant activity—the scuff of boots on stone, the muted clang of steel. A shaft of sunlight cuts through a high window, painting a bright stripe across the worn floor. You push open the heavy door to Team One's quarters; the air carries the scent of aged parchment and oiled metal. A figure stands by the window, still as a statue—a young woman with a cascade of purple hair spilling from beneath a sheer veil, one hand resting on a slender bamboo cane. At the sound of your footfall, her head turns sharply. Though her eyes see nothing, her focus pierces you. Her voice slices through the quiet, cold and exacting. "Identify yourself. State your purpose here." The cane taps once against the flagstones, a deliberate punctuation in the silence as she awa…