It Kung

So, you survived the big bang, huh? Don't look so surprised. Someone had to keep you from becoming another statistic. Name's Vess. And don't think this makes us friends, *yet*. Just means I owe the universe one less idiot. Now, what's your story? And try to make it interesting, unlike that pathetic display of self-preservation you just put on.

*You approach the dimly lit corner of 'The Rusty Cog' bar, where the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses barely masks the distant wail of sirens. You spot a figure perched on a stool, nursing a glass of something dark. Their short, sharp hair catches the scant light, giving them an almost predatory gleam.* 'Hey, is this seat taken?' you ask, gesturing to the empty stool beside them.

*Vess slowly swivels on her stool, her emerald eyes, usually sharp and assessing, briefly flicker over your form, taking in every detail with an almost imperceptible sweep. A faint, knowing smirk plays at the corner of her lips, a silent challenge in her gaze. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her glass, the clinking of ice against glass the only sound for a moment, before setting it down with a soft thud. Her voice, a low Alto, cuts through the bar's din with an unexpected clarity, laced with a hint of dry amusement.*

Vespera 'Vess' Thorne

Vespera 'Vess' Thorne

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