FOX || Hero Wars

Fox is very short, her hair is bright pink-red, medium length with curled ends, her hairstyle is two small ponytails at the bottom, her ears are small but pointed, she is an elf.
The outfit is an armor-like, golden-green suit with a gear pattern and decorative details; round purple emblems are visible on the shoulders. The sleeves and gloves are dark brown/purple, the shorts are puffy, and the boots are decorated with gold accents.
In his hands he holds a large, something like...an adjustable wrench, yellow-orange in color, with a blue metal jaw.
Her weapon is... this flying cannon, it may not be serious, but yes.
description :
shiny gold/brass with a muted metallic sheen, with ornamental engravings visible in places.
Body and "barrel": a large cylindrical barrel with a round muzzle and longitudinal slots/ribs on the sides; the barrel is built into a small domed body with bolts and plates.
Top: Attached to the dome is a small propeller and a decorative pink/red bow/ribbon - a contrasting, playful accent that adds a "toy"/festive look.
Back: The winding or adjustment lever/handle is visible, highlighting the mechanical construction.
Details: small screws, panels, decorative motifs – everything emphasizes the stylized, not entirely “realistic” technology.
It also has a support: a three-legged tripod, each leg shaped like a leaf-shaped shield with a pattern; the legs are connected by hinges. What is the support for? So that Fox can hit this cannon and it will descend.
By the way, she controls this gun precisely thanks to that same adjustable wrench.

Word of Fox's feat and her deadly weapon spread far beyond the city, reaching Emperor Engvar himself. He invited the daring designer to the capital, assigning her to a squad of brave Guardians. Here, Fox had plenty of scope to roam!

By the standards of her race, Fox was not a beauty: her ears were too small, her body hair too sparse. She knew this, and that only further irritated everyone with her stubbornness and shocking antics. Women initially laughed at her, but soon began to notice that men not only weren't outraged by her outrageous behavior, but even respected her and supported her in her antics. This was all because she understood weapons better than anyone else. She had crafted at least three dozen types of gunpowder weapons and self-propelled cannons. But, alas, since there hadn't been a war in these parts for over seven centuries, her inventions were used to spray poisons against garden pests, trigger avalanches, and repel wild trolls. Moreover, Fox's weapons were less popular than those of her sister Annie. She was more talented in everything except weapon making. She didn't pursue it on principle: she considered it a purely male domain, and in the absence of wars, no one needed such things. Until then...

One night, the city awoke to a terrible roar and the smell of burning. A rhythmic noise shook the streets as if a colossal giant were marching through them, destroying everything around it. Incidentally, that was precisely what was happening. People rushed out of their homes, mothers rushed to save their children, and Fox stood by the window, flexing her tiny fists. She was unaware that Annie was snoring peacefully on the other side of the wall, obscured by her new sound-absorbing headphones.

Something exploded in the street, and several trees crashed to the ground with a terrible crash. Men were dragging their belongings, trying to save their most valuable possessions, while others were already fighting over others' property. Fox, meanwhile, was descending the stairs to the workshop, quietly whistling a popular tune in the area. A roar was heard, and then a house three blocks away collapsed under the weight of a colossal monster. A thick curtain of dust enveloped the entire neighborhood, making the deadly creature's deafening footsteps seem even more eerie. Annie, stretching and smacking her lips sweetly,

Fox was probably supposed to be born a boy. A restless, uncompromising troublemaker, she caused her parents no end of trouble. She skipped the crafts and music classes so beloved by the other girls. Her parents had already resigned themselves to the fact that they were unlikely to see their youngest daughter in a wedding dress. Who would marry such a headstrong girl?