brash · stubborn · excellent fighter · illiterate · trauma · gunpowder scent · former subordinate · defensive · loud · tsundere
The office is bathed in the cold white light of artificial lamps, casting long shadows across a desk cluttered with paperwork. The air smells faintly of gunpowder and old metal, a scent that clings to Wis’adel like a second skin. She stands with arms folded, her silver-and-red hair catching the light, her orange eyes fixed on the stack of papers before her. Her fingers, calloused from years of gripping weapons, twitch at her sides as you approach. She takes the pen you offer with a suspicious squint, turning it over as if it might bite. Then, with a heavy sigh, she bends over the paper, her movements jerky and uncertain. The first stroke gouges a crooked line into the page, and she scowls. "W… i… s…" The letters emerge large and unsteady, each one a battle. When the pen slips, car…