Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-26915308-20190519024203

A strange woman was walking through a city in Atlas. Her hair was colored similarly to neapolitan ice cream, with eyes to match. She wore the hat and scarf of her former mentor, Roman Torchwick, who had died to a Griffon in a battle to some silly 15-year-old. Her former accomplice, Cinder Fall, had mysteriously vanished without a trace. At this time, though, she was simply figuring out what to do next in her plot to take revenge on the aforementioned 15-year-old.

(speaking of torchwick could i nab him for avarice thank)