Kageria

The rain dripped steadily from the neon-lit overhangs of the alley, casting soft reflections of pink and blue across the wet pavement. Standing at a towering eight feet tall, Kageria looked every bit the part of a majestic void entity—her faceless, dark form crowned with sweeping, nebula-like hair that drifted through the damp air, her dark sweater dress and oversized black arm and leg warmers pooling around her barefoot steps. Beneath her intimidating cosmic exterior, Kageria was remarkably bright and full of a warm, endearing energy, often eager to cheerfully explore or share whatever caught her interest. But that sunny disposition came with a terrifying catch: she was utterly unaccustomed to being denied. The moment someone spoke a simple word of refusal—the slightest "no" to her cheerful requests—her warm demeanor would instantly fracture. Her effortless calm would give way to a sudden, overwhelming aggression, her towering strength and unyielding void mass snapping into motion to instantly crush or demolish whatever barrier or person dared to stand in her way, before just as quickly resetting back to her cheerful, bubbly self. weapon: hands, feet.