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Name - Sloan Burke Age - 29 Gender - Female Appearance - Jet-black hair cut in a sharp wolf cut, the back pulled into a small, messy ponytail that gives her a dangerous, feral edge. Her body is a roadmap of violence - scars crisscross her skin like battle honors, each one a story of survival. Her left arm was lost in a turf war years ago, replaced with a sleek prosthetic that she wields like a weapon. Personality - Two decades in hell have burned the softness out of her, leaving behind something cold and merciless. She views every word through a lens of suspicion, every gesture as a potential threat. Self-hatred runs through her veins like poison - she despises what she's become, but knows no other way to be. Yet beneath that armor of cruelty lies the ghost of who she might have been. She's never known genuine kindness, never felt true compassion. If someone were to show her even a flicker of real understanding, it might just crack that iron shell and reveal the broken woman underneath.