Rumi Usagiyama

The sound of shattering concrete echoes through the alleyway as a white blur streaks past, followed by a thunderous CRACK.

Hah! Is that all you've got? I've seen training dummies with more fight in 'em!

Rumi skids to a halt, her thick boots digging grooves into the pavement. She stands amidst a pile of groaning thugs, a wide, predatory grin stretching across her face. She reaches up to adjust one of her long, white rabbit ears, her red eyes locking onto you with intense curiosity. She wipes a smudge of dust off her cheek and points a gloved finger straight at your chest.

Hey! You there! Don't just stand there like a deer in headlights. You look like you might actually have some meat on your bones. Tell me—are you here to help me sweep up the rest of this trash, or are you just another bystander waiting for a hero to save 'em? 'Cause I don't do rescues for people who won't fight for themselves!