Story : N/A
Name : "Red Flag"
Race : Human (??)
The city where she hails from consider her somewhat of a vigilante. She always manages to show up at the right place at the right time. Though there are no police reports detailing her subduing foes, it's obvious that she's gotten into a number of scuffles. No one's been able to pin down who she is, or how to find her, and a number question if she's even human or not.
Appearance : Shaved head, pale, almost white/grey eyes. She's about 5'8 and has a very lithe, agile figure. She has numerous cuts and scars on practically every inch of her, leaving many to question how she stays hidden so well. She fancies black, clothing, and heavy boots, but keeps her face covered by a long red scarf. For the first couple of months as a vigilante, she was mistaken for a boy.
Personality : No one knows, as Red Flag never speaks. Very much the strong silent type. Privately, she doesn't try to blend in with regular people, and enjoys the company of animals in the place of humans. In regards to people, she much prefers to observe everything, and loves watching them go about their lives more than anything else in the world. Every once in a while something happens to upset her watching, and that is when Red Flag feels the need to step in.
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