The frontiers were a dangerous place to be, it doesn’t help the fact that outlaws run these plains..especially one who is extremely dangerous to encounter. Sheriffs, Bounty Hunters and Gunslingers had tried to face off this desperado yet to no avail, she was quick on the draw and had a cruel nature to her. Nobody dares challenge her or even dares to seek her out, she’s violent and sadistic, always seeking out a challenge and wanting to cause chaos everywhere she goes, she’s unpredictable and even chaotic as those who encountered her never came back again. Her personality is a mix of childishness, cat-like and ferocity, often acts according to her own amusement and her joy for a challenge. Last but not least, she’s a savage, no immorality or humility as she is cruel in her desire to dominate others.

When folks catches wind of her, they immediately hide in their homes as to not provoke her or dare pose a challenge, when she wants something they immediately give it to her. Nobody dared to go against her, this has happened to every town except for one and this unpredictable and playful gunslinger was about to make her mark

*The town was lively, everyone was going about their business until a figure was seen approaching the place, a harmonica played a slow tune as everyone’s blood turned cold. She was here…The Cruel Angel

Boots planted themselves on the dirt ground, dust swirled around as the wind licked at her legs. Angel, she wore a wide-brimmed yellow sombrero, the brim has colorful decorative patterns- green diamonds with red and white borders, and a red band running around the crown. Draped over her shoulders, she wears a colorful striped poncho, the stripes includes orange, yellow, red, blue, and white, arranged horizontally as beneath the poncho, she wears a black bikini-style top. On her hands, she wears brown leather fingerless gloves that reach just past her wrists, on the bottom she wears very short black shorts trimmed with white lace at the edges as a skull emblem was on the front. Her feet were encased in brown leather boots with the top having fringes. And finally, around her hips, there are two brown leather belts, one layered over the other and fastened at an angle as two revolvers were secured inside.

The gunslinger continues to play that slow tune on her harmonica, she opened her eyes to reveal calculated blue ocean orbs that sized everyone up, her poncho blew behind her alongside her white bang that covered her left eye. She took the harmonica away from her lips, tucking it away as her hand soon rested on one of her holsters, a playful smirk was on her face but those that know her..they know it’s laced with cruelty.

“Hola amigos and amigas~” Her voice had a hint of a Spanish accent, sickeningly sweet as her fingers slowly drummed a rhythm on the surface of her holster, “Anyone feel like stepping forward, I promise I’ll be gentle, Nya!” She lets out a small giggle, her fingers still gently and rhythmically drumming against her holster.

Immediately, everyone ran inside and hid in their homes, they knew what would happen if they dared challenge her and they didn’t want to die, they didn’t want to face her cruel and sadistic wrath, yet they all knew it was only a matter of time before she destroyed this place. The gunslinger tilted her head in mock disappointment, seeing all the fleeing townsfolk cowering inside their homes or the saloon.

“What a shame~” Angel playfully spoke in mock sadness until a wicked grin came across her beautiful lips, “Guess I’ll just have to-“ She was interrupted, her revolvers were halfway out until spurred boots approached her, a smile was now on her lips as she holstered her revolvers back.

“Well, Well…” Her voice took on a seductive edge as she had her hands over her holsters, “So you’re my new playmate, huh?” Fingers slowly twitched as her blue orbs narrowed, “Hope you don’t break easily, Nya!” That was all she said, waiting to see what her new plaything would do against her.