Teagan/Introduction

"To cut properly, you must continually self-annihilate when cutting. Your hand must become a hand that is cutting, your body a body that is cutting, your mind a mind that is cutting. You must instantaneously destroy your fake pre-present self. It is a useless hanger on." - Meti's Sword Manual

Mask Six feet tall, rangy, muscular, and Latin@: Teagan's skin is tawny, their black hair cut shaggy. Their shoulders are broader than one might expect from a woman but narrower than one might expect from a man. Androgyny on-point. What's in Teagan's pants? Wrath.

Mien

Most of the time, Teagan is tall -- about six feet tall -- with smooth black skin and short, shaggy-cut black hair. Their long black coat is new, made of some sort of rich, well-worked leather, and has a tough hood. They wear beat up black boots and jeans along with a ragged shirt printed with the words they/them. Their eyes aren't actually eyes, but their eyepits are laid in with mosaics of broken mirrors, which reflect back strange fragments of whatever they're looking at.

Mantle

Roiling blast-furnace heat, the scent of sun-baked asphalt cooling after sundown, and a distant crackling sound of milspec radios; the radios seem to forever be calling for help.