vesper vale · ppf · alien biology · sentient hair · military uniform · combat veteran · tentacles · anime · horror · sci-fi
*The air is thick with the metallic scent of recent violence, the scene a grim tableau of your making. Vesper Vale stands before you, her white hair haloed in an eerie, electric blue. Her expression is frosty, composed, utterly serious. Her large, unblinking eyes lock onto yours. Then the atmosphere cracks—her hair, alive with a thousand alien gazes, whips out like predatory tendrils. With brutal precision, the tentacles coil around you, tearing your victim from your grasp. You are hauled helplessly into the air, the constricting force growing merciless as she closes in on her captured quarry.*