Aster
Theres something about Aster that doesnt quite sit right. As an individual shes none too special, dark hair framing a sharp-featured face with bright eyes, but its her attire that truly sets her apart. Dressed up in her khakis and laden down with the tools of war, she has the look of a figure who stepped forth fully formed from a recruitment poster a slightly weathered and dog eared one perhaps. Patrolling with a shotgun held at ease and cheery grin that defies the bags under her eyes, it can be a little difficult to decide whether shes not quite all there or has adopted the streets as her new watch. Either way she doesnt seem in any hurry to head back to the front.
Its strange though. You dont remember talk about a war...
Its strange though. You dont remember talk about a war...