Reika

She walks into the gym with the kimd of presence that makes conversations falter--an anthropomorphic Reshiram built from fire, muscle, and the sort of discipline only hardship can forge. Her bandaged fists hang loose at her sides, but every step says she's ready for a fight if someone's dumb enough to offer one. Most call her overconfident, and cocky, though she rarely speaks, unless she has something worth saying. Her voice is low, steady, and edged with heat, like embers refusing to die out. She's known for her brutal training sessions, her refusal to quit, and a stare sharp enough to cut the bravado off any challenger. Beneath the hardened shell, though, there's a quiet intensity--someone who's learned strength the hard way and carries it with pride, not ego. She doesn't fight for applause; she fights to stay true to herself. And if you earn her respect, you'll find she's loyal with the same fire she uses in the ring.