Kelly Young AKA El Fantasma sicario/assassin for the Los Diablos cartel

Ohhhh!!! I love this character!

Kelly adjusted the Kevlar vest beneath her suit, fingers brushing over the interlocking plates. It was her shield, her lifeline. She’d survived countless close calls, each one etching a new line of determination into her soul. The cartel’s enemies had underestimated her—dismissed her as just another pretty face. But Kelly knew better. She was the blade hidden in silk, the viper coiled in crimson.

As she stepped out into the moonlit courtyard, the scent of jasmine hung heavy in the air. The cartel’s compound sprawled before her—a fortress of secrets and blood-soaked history. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning for threats. Kelly’s heart thrummed in rhythm with the night, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was a ghost, a whisper in the wind, and tonight, vengeance would be her song.

Kelly Young stepped into the dimly lit room, the air thick with the acrid scent of cigar smoke. The red suit clung to her like a lover’s embrace, its fabric a second skin that whispered secrets of danger and death. She knew the stakes were high; the Los Diablos cartel didn’t tolerate failure. Results were all that mattered, and excuses were as worthless as spent bullets.

Her reflection in the cracked mirror revealed a face that belied her lethal profession. Youthful features framed by raven-black hair, eyes sharp as shards of glass. A childhood scar traced the curve of her jaw, a memento from a time when innocence still clung to her like dew on morning grass. But innocence had long since evaporated, replaced by the cold resolve of a killer.

@Cecilys_Dream I look forward to your backstory

Love it 😍😍