07-17-2018, 04:59 PM
Like the other Roux, Max "Vandal" Roux has earned quite the reputation for herself; unlike the other Roux, Vandal hasn't exactly left her vandal ways. While not quite a villain nor a hero, Vandal has the amazing superpower of turning into a mutated mutt, of all things, to freak the rival gangs straight out of town - and one would think a big black dog with a glowing green tongue wouldn't be all that scary, but the people she's chased out beg to differ. It's not a particularly nice sight to see in a dark alley, especially when said creature is already splatted with blood, but she can at least admit that she's not so terrifying in the daylight.
In fact, sometimes she's actually referred to as the family's "cutest guard dog" by the other Roux - and, much as she scoffs at it, she's self-aware enough to know that the title isn't exactly inaccurate. Recently, gang activity has started to die down, with the Roux staying clear above the rest under everybody else's careful guidance, so she's taken to following Pincher around like an actual hound dog. The tall, lanky woman goes where Pincher goes - and he seems to be going to a park of all places? Eh, if that's what he wants.
Vandal stays a few paces back from her brother but she knows that he knows she's there. Her vivid, neon-green eyes scan the surroundings once, twice, honing in on everybody around them and looking them over for anything out of the ordinary. Those few people who try to meet her gaze end up shrinking away. With an unnervingly sharp gaze, knuckledusters on her fists, and a beat-up black jacket, it's clear that she's not one to be pushed over - and they know that well enough to keep their distance and their eyes away.
When she's sure it's a little safer, she wanders closer over to Pincher, dusting her fingertips lightly across his shoulder before turning her bright gaze to the young girl. She's singing, Vandal notices, although she has to strain to hear the voice. "M'not quite sure who either of you's are. Vandal Roux. The scrappy one."
In fact, sometimes she's actually referred to as the family's "cutest guard dog" by the other Roux - and, much as she scoffs at it, she's self-aware enough to know that the title isn't exactly inaccurate. Recently, gang activity has started to die down, with the Roux staying clear above the rest under everybody else's careful guidance, so she's taken to following Pincher around like an actual hound dog. The tall, lanky woman goes where Pincher goes - and he seems to be going to a park of all places? Eh, if that's what he wants.
Vandal stays a few paces back from her brother but she knows that he knows she's there. Her vivid, neon-green eyes scan the surroundings once, twice, honing in on everybody around them and looking them over for anything out of the ordinary. Those few people who try to meet her gaze end up shrinking away. With an unnervingly sharp gaze, knuckledusters on her fists, and a beat-up black jacket, it's clear that she's not one to be pushed over - and they know that well enough to keep their distance and their eyes away.
When she's sure it's a little safer, she wanders closer over to Pincher, dusting her fingertips lightly across his shoulder before turning her bright gaze to the young girl. She's singing, Vandal notices, although she has to strain to hear the voice. "M'not quite sure who either of you's are. Vandal Roux. The scrappy one."
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