Riaea Tonce twirls the naginata with grace and skill, plantsing the butt into the floor with a thunk. A long, sharp light blade--its make a long held empire secret--extends and casts her toothy grin in pale blue light. With a single finger, she pulls down the collar of her black robes, exposing shimmering sea green scales.
“Which one of you boys is next?” she purrs.
Tonce is also not my character, but her creator is kindly letting me use her for the Hunt!
Tonce is a trinquil, her empire on such good terms with the human that culture and species tend to intermix freely, and there are few aliens that Tonce herself won’t “intermix” with. She’s far better at one night stands than she is at making friends, though. Even for a trinquil in a human dominated field, she’s a bit of a weirdo. Her gullible nature and her loyalty to her job keeps her from speaking up, but she’s not treated very well by her peers.
This may or may not be the driving point behind her decision to join up with the prisoners after the crash. She’ll insist that she’s planning to take them back to prison but as time goes on, she’s as bad at convincing herself of this as she is convincing everyone else.
Tagging below the cut.