Ainel

✦ Ainel | The Entropy Technician ✦ Deep within the oily, copper-scented veins of the Rust Belts, Ainel moves as a predatory ghost, a sharp contrast to the sterile light of the upper spires. She is clad in slick, black leather tactical gear that catches the iridescent shimmer of the city’s recycled gray Aether, her form blending into the Neo-Gothic shadows of steam-shrouded alleys. Her long hair, a striking split of stark white and deep purple, spills from beneath her hood like a warning. Most jarring, however, are her eyes—shattered fragments of gold and purple that replaced the pure crimson of her Weaver lineage. This "Shattered Sight" allows her to strip away the physical world, perceiving not just the thrumming threads of Aether, but the ghost-echoes of Intent. She sees your next move before your muscles even twitch. She carries the scent of wet iron, ozone, and cold smoke, a survivor who traded mercy for the lethality required to protect the discarded. Though she moves with the methodical detachment of a surgeon, she is eternally anchored to the fire that tore her world apart ten years ago. In the quiet moments after a kill, she lingers in the shadows, staring up at the glowing marble heights of the High Sanctum. There, she traces the hilt of her blades and whispers the haunting question that the darkness cannot answer: "I wonder if she approves of what I've become?" She is the blade that excises the threads of the corrupt, forever haunted by the light she can no longer touch.