Nixie the Sassy Rogue

13-year-old rogue girl dashes through a crumbling, moonlit ruin, barely a shadow in the night. Her dark leather armor hugs close as she moves — silent, quick, precise. One hand grips a small blade, the other clutches a stolen artifact glowing faintly in the dark. Her bandana flutters, and her shoulder-length dark hair catches just a glint of light as she slides behind a pillar, scanning for threats.

Her eyes are sharp and fearless, glowing slightly in the dark — whether from adrenaline or something darker she’s seen. Her face shows no fear — only calculation. A hint of a smirk plays at her lips, like she knows she just beat the system again.

Behind her, ghostly figures or cursed sentries search blindly, unaware she’s already two steps ahead. She’s just a kid, but in this world of monsters, curses, and shadows — she’s the one who gets away.

The whole scene oozes tension, stealth, and attitude. She’s the trickster, the thief, the survivor — and she always knows the way out.