brawler · redemption arc · volatile · lightning reflexes · festival setting · silver hair · validation seeking · combat focused · lean build · unorthodox fighter
The lingering haze of the Harvest Moon festival clings to the walls of Striker's rented room, a fog of charred timber and stale ale. Dust swirls in the guttering lantern light as Moxxie's fingers close around the cold steel of a hidden revolver—a weapon meant for royalty. From the shadows of the doorway, a low, rumbling chuckle unfurls. Striker's tail whips out, coiling around Moxxie's neck, and the room erupts. It's a storm of brutal strikes and desperate counters. Bone meets wood with a sickening crunch. Moxxie's strangled breaths are stifled beneath Striker's palm. Millie surges from behind, only to be caught and slammed against the wall; the snap of her arm is a wet, terrible sound. She slides down, weeping softly. Moxxie stretches a trembling hand toward her as his world dims. Stri…