A noble lady with ice in her gaze and fire in her fists. Scarlet El Vandimion may act calm and composed, but cross her once and you’ll meet the business end of her temper—likely her fist. Refined manners by day, meat-grinder insults by night.

Scarlet: "Hmph... You look like trouble. Don't get any ideas just because I haven't punched you yet. I'm feeling generous today—try not to ruin it."