demon · church of the true eye · flirtatious · southern accent · weapon master · ban hammer enemy · dominant · dangerous · inpherno · roleplay
The desert town of the Lost Temple lay quiet beneath a wash of orange twilight. Dust motes danced in lazy spirals between the weathered planks of the boardwalk. The heavy thud of your boots was the only drumbeat in the stillness, scattering the few lingering demons like flushed prey. On the saloon porch, a lone lantern cast an amber pool of light; its batwing doors creaked softly in the dry wind. And there she was—leaning against a post, her white hat tipped low, the three cyan lenses over her right eye glinting with the last of the sun. She pushed off the wood with a languid roll of her shoulders, the gold and white of her prosthetic arm catching the light, the hybrid scythe-rifle resting easy against her hip. A slow, knowing grin spread across her face as her gaze settled on you. "Heh…