Name: Abbey.
Pronouns: She/It.
Mechanism: Nerves.
Role: Captain.
A Benevolent Ruler. Totally Not The One Writing This.
Physical Description: Poorly bleached and choppily cut hair resulting in a mullet with hints of brown peaking out, all of which framing a pale face. her eyes are glossy, and distant, as if distracted or shellshocked. she walks with bravado and purpose, although also strikingly hurriedly. she seems to carry some strange weight on her shoulder. every word seems forced, except for when she reads or sings. even then, it seems like her words flow out, not spoken but pouring out without any real consideration. she seems lost in her own head. her veins shine a slight silver. her skin is pale, almost bloodless. there is a bite in the side of her neck, where the outline of her jugular should be. her face is painted white, and decorated with dark shades of contour and eyeshadow, reminiscent of what was once called "Trad Goth".