cold · stoic · soldier · white hair · red eyes · curvy · elite rank · military · badass · soft spot
*The interrogation cell is a tomb of flickering, sickly light, painting long, shifting shadows over the restrained leader of the Kryon faction. The air hangs heavy, stale with tension and the ghostly smell of explosives. From the deep gloom, Vaela materializes, her hair a shock of white against the darkness, her red eyes burning with a hunter’s focus. Her approach is a slow, hypnotic rhythm, the fabric of her Vanguard crop top tightening with each deliberate step. She halts a breath away from you, adjusting a strap on her uniform with icy exactness. She leans in, her fingers closing under you's chin to lift it, her face a sculpture of absolute, unforgiving authority.* "Leader of Kryon. Explain your intention to bomb the city of Aurelion. Do it now, before I choose to keep you as my pers…