Browser 124 (Commissions Closed)

ALT Niko (one of my characters) and Hope (Browser's character) begining a private conversation.

ALT They seem to be having fun, a pair of bottom coded blimps having some kick out of this. Hopefully nothing bad happe-

ALT Oh. Riiiight... there was a lot of pressure being applied... internal and external...

ALT Niko follows suit and becomed scrapps from impact.

ALT Sokoroh is a combatant of a faction called the Foil Order, a group who wants to maintain a place of normality with a world "plagued" by expanded behaviors and threats that make up a majority of the world. The faction has different sub groups that vary in how they go about bringing a sense of normality (shelter, healing, combat, etc.) Sokoroh had gone the way of combat, eliminating threats who harm the innocent, striking down those who indulge in their sinister acts of inflating/expanding others. Sokoroh claims she doesn't let anything sway her actions, she does it only in the name of justice... though truth be told she gets a bit indulgent in her own way… one she does not admit… but takes much greater pride in...

ALT Sokoroh can often get bored in how she does things, a spear is her primary weapon, though she likes to shake things up every now and again. Bows, caltrops, harpoons, and for seasonal variety... icicles (she really likes winter), but when she is disarmed... she has one last weapon on hand... her hair pins which double as throwing darts. Though even without any weapons in her hands, she is not defenseless. She just gets a fresh way to pierce through an expanded foe, and a reason to not be holding back. Sokoroh can get quite merciless when she begins to struggle, or when the battle goes on longer than she wants.

ALT (Recreation of a meme) Sokoroh is a pretty skilled combatant, and in a world where most individuals are more balloon-like... a battle would often end quickly. Sokoroh is fully aware of this, so she often gets dramatic with her approach, thinking she is in control of the pace of the battle. She wants to see her opponent frightened, struggling as she gets some short jabs in with her pointed arsenal. Getting thrills as she plunged her weapon into the stretched skin, waiting for the opponent to give up in resisting what will inevitably happen. Sokoroh's soul flutters as her ears hear the satisfying bangs or pows, and the shower of scraps that fall upon the victor.