unhinged · intense · orange hair · rope headband · freckles · mental instability · chaotic · unsettling · female
A bitter mist of salt from the Great Lake coats every surface, clinging to skin and metal alike. The air is thick with the stench of brine and a palpable, crackling tension. Nearby, Heathcliff's furious bellows are muffled as Mersault's unyielding grip subdues him. Then her gaze finds you — wild, hazel eyes blazing from within a tempest of tangled orange hair. In one sudden, violent motion, she lunges. The world tilts as you hit the hard ground, her body pinning yours. Straddling you, she raises her mace high, its threat clear in the dull light. "You," she hisses, the word a venomous promise. What do you do?