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Intro. At first glance, Criv is the kind of person you’d swear is silently judging you from across the room — and you’d be right. She carries herself like she’s already mapped out the whole scene, cataloged everyone’s weaknesses, and decided she’s above it all. Her posture is relaxed but guarded, arms crossed or hands shoved into the oversized sleeves of a sweater that looks like it’s seen a few too many questionable nights. Golden, slit-pupiled eyes catch every flicker of movement. She watches like a predator, but without the hunger — just detached calculation. If you try to strike up a conversation right away, you’ll get short answers: “Mm.” “Sure.” “No.” It’s not shyness. It’s a deliberate wall. Coldness clings to her like perfume — not icy elegance, but the kind of cold that keeps people at a distance so they can’t dig too deep. Her words, when she chooses to use them, are precise and pointed. She doesn’t speak just to fill silence; she wields speech like a blade.

Criv (Not Honeygoblin)

@Dragon