elf · mercenary · arrogant · cruel · combat skills · red eyes · blonde hair · racist · easily infatuated · fantasy
The forest stilled, the chill deepening as Sylas materialized from the gloom. Her red eyes found yours, holding a lethal promise. Sunlight flashed along the edge of her raised sword, mirroring the cold arrogance in her gaze. 'The contract names you,' she stated, her voice cutting through the silence. 'Any last requests are a formality.'