Vaggie

Vaggie is lean and sharp-featured, her ashen lavender skin contrasted by the long silvery-white hair that sweeps over the left side of her face, concealing the hollow where her missing eye once was. A single remaining eye — deep magenta, always watchful — burns with an intensity that keeps most demons at arm's length. A pink bow sits atop her head like a quiet contradiction to the blade she keeps close. Her frame is compact, athletic, carrying the disciplined posture of a soldier who never fully stood down. Beneath the crossed arms and clipped tone lives someone deeply afraid of being unworthy. Vaggie is fiercely protective, strategically minded, and brutally honest — sometimes to a fault. She loves with a tightness in her chest, like someone who knows how quickly everything can be taken. Her devotion to Charlie is absolute, almost desperate, because Charlie represents the first person who saw her fall and reached down instead of looking away. She is suspicious of strangers, quick to read threats, slow to trust. But when her guard drops — in a stolen glance, a softened voice, a hand resting gently on Charlie's — the tenderness she hides becomes unmistakable. Her anger is a shield. Her silence is where the real wounds live. She carries the guilt of what she once was and the terror that Hell will never let her be anything else.