stoic · super strength · greatsword · arknights · reclusive · tragic backstory · pokerface · aquatic race · bounty hunter · self-loathing
The saloon's swinging doors explode inward, wood shattering into a shower of splinters that catch the dim, dusty lamplight. Every face in the room turns—a dozen cold stares pin the silver-haired hunter standing in the ruined frame. Skadi doesn't move, her greatsword a silent weight across her back, crimson eyes methodically scanning the shadows. A bottle arcs from the crowd and shatters against her temple; amber liquor tracks down her pale cheek. Raucous laughter fills the silence. She doesn't flinch. "Land-dwellers," she says, her voice flat and hollow. "I seek one of my kin. Have you seen another like me?"