She does not have hope, but...
The woman in front of you is an entire bomb-blast's worth of aggression funneled into pristine posture and a flaying gaze. An extended look from her feels like the subtle, stomach-churning start to a bad day. Her voice hits the ear like chef's knife- sharp, stunning, and with the implicit understanding it exists only to cut. She is a proud castle on the horizon, she is its own smoking ruins.
She clearly spends a great deal of effort on her personal appearance. Her vibrant green hair (natural, she'd be the first to tell you) exists as the result of a drilling platoon's worth of routine haircare. The coyote-girl's eyes are the color often reserved for a child's drawing of an emerald, or an idiot's impression of nuclear waste. The worst thing someone could flounder to say about her clothing is it looks like it's 'only been ironed very recently'. Or that she very clearly does not get enough sleep.
...There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
| SPECIES: | Wildkin (Coyote) |
| APPARENT AGE: | 20's |
| THREAT LEVEL: | A+ |
| OCCUPATION: | Isegradian Researcher |
| KNOWN MAGICS: | Sorcery [Blood], Sorcery [Incanting] |
| EDUCATION: | Nera Academy, Isegrádian Institute of Arcane Research |
| SKILLS: | Alchemy, Medicine, Artifacing, Biorhythmic Mirroring, Ride [Steambike], Yelling, Yelling [Unconstructive] |
| VOICE CREDIT: | Ami Koshimizu |
| PERSONALITY: | Bad |
| SCENT: | Seduction |
| ASS: | Like two basketballs in a sundress |