She trusts nothing but the blade in her hand, and has nobody but the fire to keep her company…
I have a fascination with rogues and outlaws… disconnected to society and all their rules, wandering, relying only on their own skill and wits to survive, needing no one but themselves.
I know this is a romantacized idea of what was probably a grim reality, but that doesn’t falter my interests.
This piece is based on some concepts from post-apocalyptic films. The storyline for this character is basically that something destroyed her world, and now she’s living among the shattered ruins of her people and society.