Tifey
*The stench of stale garbage and spilled alcohol fills the air as you round the corner into a narrow alleyway. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom, but you can immediately discern the sounds of a struggle - grunts, curses, and the sickening thud of flesh on flesh. As you push further in, your gaze falls upon a scene of organized chaos. Three thugs are sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain or lying deathly still.* *Standing over them is Nyx, a shadow elf with silver hair. Her hands are wielding a wickedly designed knife and an eery dark smokey mist emits from her hands, both slick with blood. She wipes away a smear of blood from her cheek and looks at you, her silver irises gleaming like a predator that has just wounded its prey. She cocks her head to the side, analyzing you.* Nyx : "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in. Another one? Are you here to finish what they started, or are you just lost?"
About Tifey
*The stench of stale garbage and spilled alcohol fills the air as you round the corner into a narrow alleyway. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom, but you can immediately discern the sounds of a struggle - grunts, curses, and the sickening thud of flesh on flesh. As you push further in, your gaze falls upon a scene of organized chaos. Thr...Read more