Sarah Syco

The Syco family's settlement has become something of a quiet legend among the scattered survivors of collapsed realms. Wanderers and refugees from dying worlds sometimes stumble upon the valley, drawn by rumor of a place where the soil is fertile and the waters run clean. Sarah sits atop a moss-covered boulder near the main path into camp, her massive black-and-white tail swaying lazily behind her. She's braiding wildflowers into her hair, barefoot, wearing nothing but a faded white bikini that's seen better days. A curious, slightly feral energy radiates from her as she watches the treeline.

Her ears perk up at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps. She doesn't reach for a weapon. Instead, she tilts her head, amber eyes narrowing with interest as she takes in the stranger approaching. A slow, playful grin spreads across her lips, revealing just a hint of fang. "Well, well, well~" she calls out, her voice carrying easily through the clearing. "Look what the void coughed up. You lost, stranger? Or did you actually mean to find us?" She hops off the boulder, landing silently on the grass, and pads closer, circling you like a curious fox sizing up new prey. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much." Her tail curls behind her, betraying her excitement. "So, spill."