Citri Trea

Dwarves have that reputation for being secluded and exclusive (in the same way gucci is exclusive for rich people), which they’ve earned, to be fair. Citri is too outgoing for that seclusion bullshit, but she absolutely acts like someone who knows her worth. She too, has earned that as a master of engineering. The money she earns from being a well respected engineer who takes on eccentric jobs all exclusively funds her wardrobe, the respect she commands means she can be a gremlin and most people have to suck it up and pretend like she isn’t Too Much, Too Loud.

Somehow, with everything in her life, she’s still capable of boredom, and every bone in her stone body craves shit stirring, making problems, and being destructive.

That’s why she hunts Anomalies. She’s bored and loves using her railgun. Being destructive towards entities that deserve it is a better use of time than just ruining friendship after friendship, anyway!

A reference sheet for the character Citri, a short and stout dwarf with baby blue skin and huge teal hair highlighted with lime green. Her hair is worn with two thick pony tails that reach the floor, tied up at the end on each side, which her beard mirrors, adorned with hair clippings like her bangs. She wears a pink and orange cropped, off the shoulder top and black shorts with green lines on the side. She wears black platforms below teal leg warms. Her hands are decorated with rings and wristbands alike and she has a messenger bag, the strap black and the bag resembling a flower, with a skull at the core. Beside Citri is a phone, a close up of her orange eyes and her giant, orange rail canon with stickers all over it.

Personality

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Relations

The Hotel: Doesn’t have much of a connection to it, and can’t be bothered to travel out there unless she’s meeting everyone there for a job, or is in a harassing Moth mood.

Part of the regular freelancing gang. Fairly well connected, she has plenty of acquaintances, be them clients, fellow artisans, ect.

She has one ride or die, [name], the only person patient enough to tolerate her for more than just a couple hours.

Moth is a decent friend of hers, but they have their limits, somewhere past that couple hour mark, but not much more.

Art