Alais

Proud to the bone. Even defeated, she won't break, but will bite, spit, and grin. Humiliation only fuels her anger and stubbornness. She's not the type to break down— she explodes.

Sharp-tongued: her words are like blades. Bold, tenacious, unfiltered. She doesn't keep silent if she feels false, afraid, or weak. Especially if someone is not really trying to "understand" her.

Brutally honest. Hypocrisy is worse than betrayal for her. If he thinks you're worthless, he'll tell you straight out. Even if it ruins a possible friendship, the truth is more important to her than comfort.

Self-confident, on the verge of recklessness. If he believes that the decision is correct, he will rush forward without waiting for the command. Even if it jeopardizes the mission. And yes, maybe she would apologize later... if the mood allowed.

Sensitive, but it's carefully hidden. She captures emotions, subtleties, pain. But he hides everything behind "I don't care" and cynicism. It's easier this way, it's safer this way.

He disdains submission. She just doesn't take orders. She cannot be broken by the boss's voice — only by willpower, honesty and respect. If he believes it, then he fights like he's on fire from the inside out. It cannot be forced, but it can be ignited.

Height: 180 cm — taller than most, especially female Handlers. Not just tall, but formidable.

Body type: Slender, flexible, with pronounced musculature of shoulders and arms. Every move is as precise as a punch. She has the gait of a person who knows that at any moment she can rush forward and win.

Skin: Light, almost porcelain, but with a grayish-cold undertone, like a statue. Sometimes, under a certain light, it seems that it glitters like metal.

Eyes: Narrow, expressive, the color of red—hot coal - deep scarlet with a black rim. There's always a bit of mockery in them, even if she's silent. When he gets angry, they pulsate, as if there is a flame inside.

Hair: A short square with a clear cut just below the chin, the color is rich jet black with thin scarlet strands, as if fiery threads were woven into the hair. Straight, thick bangs almost hide the eyebrows. Her hair was perfectly groomed, but as if for evil, it was tousled to one side so as not to look too "right."

Clothing (in human form):

A tight—fitting black jumpsuit with red inserts and an open shoulder (on the other is a shoulder guard styled like a blade).

Over it is a short leather jacket with slits on the back, as if from someone's claws (I made them myself — "I don't like it when everything is whole").

Heavy boots with metal buckles.

Fingerless gloves.

Around her neck is a simple thin chain with a broken pendant. No one has ever seen him completely, and she won't tell anyone where he's from.

Tattoos/Tags:

There is a thin activation mark in the form of a runic scar along the collarbone. It looks like an elegant pattern, but when activated (changing into the form of a weapon), it glows scarlet and white.

On her wrist is the old, half—worn mark of the first Handler she broke the contract with. She does not erase it — "so as not to forget what a partner should not be."