A freckled, auburn- haired imperial officer with a short, wavy cut leans against the wooden railing of a dusty frontier saloon, her uniform looking both impeccable and completely out of place in the rugged setting. A sheriff’s star has been clipped to her lapel, though her expression suggests she has no patience for the lawlessness around her. One gloved hand rests on the hilt of an antique revolver holstered at her hip, its grip polished from years of use. Her steel- blue eyes scan the dirt road outside as a gust of wind kicks up dust, her sharp posture never faltering as she waits for trouble to come her way. <lora:IMPOFF_FLUX>