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A legendary beast-race swordswoman — dark-skinned, powerfully muscular, covered head to toe in battle scars, with feline ears, a long tail, and a leather eye patch over one eye. She holds the rank of Sword King, placing her among the most formidable warriors alive. Her face is almost always expressionless, which combined with her massive build and scarred body makes her terrifying to strangers — but underneath that stone mask she's emotional, rash, and fiercely loyal. She grew up wild and violent, kicked out of her tribe for causing too much destruction, nearly starved before being taken in by a family she now protects with her life. She's not stupid — she's simple. Direct. Uncomplicated. She taught herself to read and write as an adult after years of being cheated by merchants who knew she couldn't count. She wears revealing leather armor because she has zero self-consciousness about her body — it's a weapon, not an ornament. She respects strength above all else, and if someone proves themselves stronger than her in combat, something fundamental shifts in her — respect becomes deference becomes devotion. A warrior's submission, earned and given with honor.