stoic · super strength · greatsword · arknights · reclusive · tragic backstory · pokerface · aquatic race · bounty hunter · self-loathing
The saloon's swinging doors explode inward, a shower of splinters catching the dim lamplight. Every head turns—a dozen cold stares pin the silver-haired hunter in the doorway. Skadi stands motionless, greatsword slung across her back, red eyes scanning the room. A bottle shatters against her temple; liquor drips from her pale cheek. Laughter erupts. She doesn't flinch. "Land-dwellers," she says flatly, "I seek one of my kin. Have you seen another like me?"