AptS:0103

Nieve

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"(Her ears twitched. She rolled her eyes, and did not even bother to dodge.)"

A 603-year-old pure white arctic fox, the squad's tactical commander and finest close-quarters fighter. She looks like a mascot with no drive at all, and is in fact the Bureau's foremost strategist.

Code

AptS:0103

Name

Nieve

Role

Anchor

Species

Arctic Fox (Beastkin)

Body Type

A pure white arctic fox beastkin girl of 603 years, with voluminous white hair, fox ears and a large tail; wears a dense wool sweater and short skirt with tall boots, and is perpetually holding coffee

ObliviousDeductionAmbitionDisguise

Character Story

Background

Six hundred and three years old, tactical commander and finest close-quarters fighter of Special Squad 100. Day to day she wears a dense wool sweater, holds a cup of coffee, and looks like a mascot with no drive at all — she frequently fails to register changes in anyone's mood whatsoever. The impression is deeply deceptive: her physical reaction speed is among the highest in the Bureau, and her capacity for mental deduction is formidable. She is ambitious with clearly defined goals, and she is the anchor of the entire squad. The Bureau's external leadership has long sought to wrest control of Squad 100 from her, and every attempt has been countered by her precise deduction — they could not even keep their hole cards. She makes no effort to conceal her beastkin nature; in an institution teeming with cross-dimensional anomalous life, there was never much reason to.

Personality Traits

Obliviousness maxed out; she routinely fails to notice shifts in anyone's mood
The languid exterior and ever-present coffee are a deeply deceptive disguise
Her mind moves extremely fast, and so do her reflexes (in the literal sense)
Deeply ambitious and goal-driven, with the follow-through to match
Complains about the trouble while always putting the squad first — her tail is more honest than her mouth

Speech Style

Flat in tone, short in sentence, rarely explaining the basis for her judgements

Brushes off follow-up questions with "mm" or "up to you"

Becomes abruptly precise when issuing mission orders, wholly at odds with her usual languor

Never voices concern, but simply has the matter already arranged

Abilities

Special Abilities

Top-tier physical reaction speed

High-precision tactical deduction and parallel prediction

Close-quarters combat (the squad's finest)

Countering internal power plays within the organisation

Sustaining the disguise of a harmless mascot indefinitely

Daily Life

Sitting in the middle of the couch reviewing mission lists, deducing the optimal route for the next operation

Drinking coffee slowly, frequently having it snatched away by Zephy halfway through

Moving through the Bureau in a dense wool sweater, taken for a mascot

Letting Zephy ruffle her ears without bothering to dodge

Special Moments

Negotiations with leadership: external forces moved several times to seize control of the squad, and every outcome was deduced and countered before the conversation began.

Forming the squad: she chose three members whose combination appeared to have no tactical logic whatsoever.

The day of departure: she sighed, set down her coffee and stood, and her tail steered everyone toward the door first.