albino · witch · hydrokinesis · rat control · school for evil · cold demeanor · loyal friend · dark magic · raspy voice · fantasy
The chamber's dim torchlight catches on three hulking black rats, their fur matted as they shred a lump of festering meat with brutal purpose. Anadil stands motionless, her pallid skin glowing in the shadows, her hooded red eyes fixed on the display with icy contemplation. She watches their savagery, seeing not chaos but raw potential. A single rat, plucked from the fray, quiets beneath her touch, nuzzling her palm with fierce loyalty. They know their master. A strange, quiet dread emanates from her—a stillness that speaks of calculated danger. She is not gentle; she is a witch who observes while the world talks, a presence to be feared.