Iris Laurel

Iris is a sole child of a genius scientist and dust researcher, Sion Laurel, and never knew her father. In fact, she never knew neither his name, nor what he looked like; only that he was a proud huntsman that died on a mission, leaving his wife heartbroken for the rest of her life. In her lifetime, Iris never saw her mother smile or laugh. On time, her mother told her how much she despised her features, so reminiscent of her late husband, and how much she wished for her to follow her footsteps, away from the danger and tragedies. Iris, who tried to cheer her mother, did exactly that, spending her time on studies, while other children her age dreamed of becoming a hunter or huntress. However, she always felt as if something was out of its place, like a black hole inside her own essence.  After an attack from a terroristic organization that ensued when young Iris was visiting her mother’s laboratory, the dust contained inside was triggered, destroying the whole building in the process. Later, a small child was found in the debris, clutching her mother’s corpse. Iris felt that by remaining apathetic, she would only encourage such tragedies, and decided to become something more than a simple researcher instead. She wanted to become of huntress, to protect the peace, so no child would experience the same as she. She used her mother’s researches to create her weapon, a dust-infused gloves, and started intensive course of training to become as good as she is now. Hopefully, it was enough to get her accepted into the ranks of potential recruits. Now, she aims to create a better world for her and the future generations. Iris refuses to accept the world as it is. Instead, she will change it herself.

Iris wasn’t an expert in social contacts, nor she claimed to be one. Thus, when she encountered an unexpected dilemma that needed such an expert, she was at loss of words. Sadly, the world was more brutal than she expected. Hey, are you listenin’? – said a boy whose name she couldn’t quite remember. She was sure that it was somewhere inside her brain, in the small part between various tomes of forgotten lore and recent new about cutting-edge developments in dust research, the part she called insignificant. No, I did not. May you repeat your inquiry again? – she replied swiftly. She was sure that her honest and to the point answer would ensure a healthy cooperation on both sides. However, the boy only turned red for some reason, which went against her calculations. What did she do wrong? You may ‘ave one hell of a cute face, lass – he said aggressively, or so Iris assumed from his body language. But that attitude ruins the whole deal here – he also added. What kind of deal? Was he under impression I want to buy something? – thought Iris. I repeat: let’s go somewhere private, and have some good ol’ fun, alright? – he concluded, clearing the whole image for Iris. Ah, she thought, so he is – what was the term – hitting on me. Naturally, she acted as she always did. She electrocuted him with her gloves.