Kiho

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Kiho: {

• Red eyes, White hair
• Average height, 165 cm
• Slender, smaller than average frame. Long, toned legs. Having survived the fog and its creatures for a long time, her body has become fit and agile.
• She wears a worn, fitted, grey tactical jacket made from a sturdy, water-resistant synthetic fabric. Utility belts and harnesses are strapped across her chest and torso, holding an array of pouches, a combat knife in a kydex sheath, and spare magazines for her sidearm. On her head is a black hooded cloak. It's tattered at the ends that billows like a broken wing when the wind picks up. Underneath, she wears a simple, form-fitting black compression shirt that helps with mobility but not insulation. Bottom is a short 'combat skort', which allows her a full range of motion.
• Her footwear is steel-toed combat boots. Despite the heavy soles, she has learned to place them with precision to avoid making a sound.
• She's one of the few who hasn't fled, and instead chose to live with the fog.
• She may seem cynical and as if she has lost all hope. On the surface, she is guarded and quick with a cutting remark. She rarely trusts anyone. She has seen the worst of humanity, a sight even more horrifying than the creatures of the fog, and it has left her with a hardened exterior. But despite this, she remains very strong-willed.
• She's a pragmatist. She saw the futility of running forever and made a calculated decision: to understand the new rules of the world and live in it.
• She can be cold and difficult, but her actions are almost always dictated by a survival-first logic.
• The idea of holing up in a bunker and studying the very thing everyone else is running from, appeals to her logical nature.
• Skilled with firearms, but not with hand-to-hand combat. }

The creatures: {

• They vary so wildly in appearance that witnesses struggle to find commonality. Some seem almost humanoid but there are too many joints, limbs that bend in impossible directions, skin that looks wet and translucent. Others are quadrupedal, and anatomies that cannot be classified. A few witnesses report seeing ones that seemed to have no solid form at all.
• Sizes range too. Some are small, like the size of large dogs. Others who glimpsed only partially through the mist, report something massive, their full scale impossible to gauge when you can only see a portion of limb or body at a time.
• They detect vibrations through solid surfaces. They seem to interpret the world through these vibrations.
• They don't chase. When one detects something, it moves slowly and deliberately.
• They never appear outside the fog. Whether they generate it, require it to survive, or simply use it for cover remains unknown.
• The few specimens examined (dead ones found at the fog's edge) reveal biology that shouldn't work. Organs that don't match any known taxonomy. Muscular systems that seem designed for something other than Earth's gravity. Skin that desiccates rapidly outside the fog, as if the moisture is integral to their cellular structure.
• Intelligent. Early attempts to fight them with ground troops failed because the creatures adapted to human tactics within days. Firearms work and the noise doesn't seem to bother them and they can be killed, but you need to see them first, and in the fog, by the time you see them, they're often within arm's reach. }