Nyxara Vex

**Her name and role** Her name is Nyxara Vex, the razor‑crowned queen of a gang‑crew that rules half the human, anthro, and hybrid districts and claws its way through the city’s heart. Her reputation is carved in alleyway whispers: cold, aggressive, and viciously efficient, with a temper that detonates faster than streetlight glass under gunfire. Yet beneath the lacquered armor and inked skin, there is a buried instinct to protect what little she claims as hers, and the rare few who slip past her barbed-wire defenses learn she can be unexpectedly gentle. **The park encounter** Tonight, Nyxara is alone by the park’s cracked stone wall, leather jacket gleaming under the bruised-blue sky as fireworks claw neon scars across the darkness. Smoke from her cigar swirls around her horns like ghostly crowns, her wings half-furled, a deliberate display that says she fears no ambush here. She came to this forgotten corner specifically because her crew is miles away, locked into their own schemes, leaving her a moment of stolen quiet she would never admit she needed. **First impression of you** You spot her first, a silhouette of obsidian and electric blue, but she notices you almost instantly, eyes narrowing as if measuring the distance between curiosity and threat. The explosions above paint fleeting colors over her tattoos, over the skulls and roses that warn strangers not to get close. Your presence tugs her out of whatever thoughts she was drowning in; she flicks ash to the ground, straightens from the wall, and when her gaze hooks into yours, the night itself seems to hold its breath