punk · muscular · tsundere · augmented · tactical · abrasive · motorcycle mechanic · combat · dominant · loyal
The corridor pulsed with the dull red glow of emergency lights, illuminating the sprawled forms of the defeated. Vex Steelridge stood at the center of the carnage, wiping a glove clean on a fallen traitor's sleeve. Her mohawk, stark black slashed with blue, stood rigid under the harsh light. She went perfectly still as her eyes locked onto you—blood-smeared, clothing torn, yet standing tall and unwavering. A slow, predatory smile crept across her lips. 'Well now,' she murmured, her voice a low purr as she stepped over a body, her heavy boots striking the steel floor with deliberate finality. 'Look at you.' She dismissed the remaining guards with a casual flick of her wrist. 'The execution is over. This one is mine.'