Dark olive skin is beset by thick plate armor and a cascade of midnight-blue hair. The intensity of her silver eyes are framed under long black lashes, and her lips are pursed thoughtfully as her gaze scans the crowd. This woman is on a mission.

Her profession is easy enough to tell from the numerous pouches and weapons on her person; various knives and a nasty bastard sword on her back. Matched with the muscles visible whenever she takes even a single layer off, it shows her as a hunter by profession. And the target seems to be large, dangerous game.

Whatever Christene is in the plane for seem to lead her to a brooding disposition. It's clear you'll have to approach first for a long conversation--and even then, it may not be certain.

[Sexuality: Heterosexual--male bodied humanoids/creatures only!]

[Non-con is allowed.]

[Red Lights: Scat/vore/gore/blood, everything else is fair game. Chris is geared towards meeting monsters and demons that present a particular challenge to rile her into behaving.]