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"Annika. Annika? ANNIKA!"

"Huh?" Annika peeled her face off the thick wooden countertop covered in rings formed from drink glasses and discoloration from constant use. Her feathery mohawk was slicked back as awareness came back in slow order. Everything of hers, from the nicked boots to the leather jacket hanging off her frame askew, was well worn. Only the strange musical instrument hanging loosely from a thick strap seemed sleek and well cared for.

"You have a set in 3 hours and you look like shit. And you wonder why you ain't a headliner." The bartender stood over her, cleaning glasses behind the bar. To call the venue a dive would be to sing glorified hymns to dives everywhere. Ambiguous stains on the floor cavorted with grit tracked in from the lower city streets. If anything, the singer added class while passed out on the counter snoring and drooling.

"Get off my ass. I'm just sleeping off the arsenic poisoning, " Annika grumbled as her blurry vision returned in slow waves.

The manager grunted with raised a brow. "Arsenic?! The hell you been drinking?"

She lazily groped around for a nearly empty bottle on the stool beside her while rubbing her eyes. Squinting at the label trying to will her senses into waking up, Annika belched and adjusted her jacket. "Uh... arsenic." She shrugged and chucked the bottle over her shoulder where it shattered in the distance.

"Watch it!" A hulking Arkanian yelled to the singer. When Annika waved her glove-clad hand dismissively with a mumbled apology, he stomped over to her. The brute's friends tried to stop him to no avail. "Bad enough you torturin' us with yer squawkin' and wailin' night after night, now you just insultin' us." She pinched the bridge of her nose already feeling sobriety threatening to rear it's ugly head in the wake of her headache. Incensed at being ignored, the Arkanian put a massive clawed hand on her shoulder. "Hey! I'm talking to y-"

In an instant Annika was on her feet. Rolling her shoulder and throwing his arm off of her, she threw a trio of hard punches and a knee into his torso. Despite his size and natural chitin, he buckled. As he doubled over in pain, his friends made to aid their four-armed boss. The singer sighed and rolled her eyes. She was either too drunk for this or not nearly enough. Instead of waiting for them to surround her she drew the sturdy and sleek instrument she called Songbird. With an audible "KONG!", the girl swung it like a bat into her assailant's chin sending the Arkanian flying backwards into his unsavory allies. His bulk sent them all careening into a table, all landing in a disoriented heap.

Turning to the bartender facepalming at another of her fights becoming his problem she grinned. "Don't give me that look Len. They're generously gonna pay for damages. Isn't that right boys?" The ones still conscious nodded in terrified agreement as she loudly cracked her knuckles. "I'll be back in a few hours to liven up this... fine establishment." Without another word or glance, Annika strolled out to get a hearty meal, ideally in place that didn't smell like booze and bad life choices.
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In another awesome piece of concept art from Kitfox Crimson, we meet the most fiery and moody main protagonist, Annika Surfstar. She's an alien with bird-like features that he styled really well for a punk aesthetic. Like countless individuals, Annika is a refugee trapped on the auroran home world in he wake of their extinction event civil war. She's crass, cranky, and unmotivated. Her affinity for music drives her more than anything. She's not exactly a superstar but makes a decent enough living performing in the lower city. Her combat style is kickboxing and she is far stronger than she looks. Her guitar-like instrument is used for heavy attacks and to buff up allies by playing riffs. She's without a doubt the toughest physical fighter in the game and makes up for her terrible affinity for aura (the magic system) with incredible strength and stamina. Meeting Kit Kabbit and getting tangled in his adventures is met begrudgingly by Annika but over time she becomes one of his strongest supporters even if they bicker constantly. Between that and serving as a big sister of sorts to Nicole, her underachiever life takes a significant turn.

Art ©️ kitfox-crimson
Character ©️ KitFoxboy

Description
"Annika. Annika? ANNIKA!"

"Huh?" Annika peeled her face off the thick wooden countertop covered in rings formed from drink glasses and discoloration from constant use. Her feathery mohawk was slicked back as awareness came back in slow order. Everything of hers, from the nicked boots to the leather jacket hanging off her frame askew, was well worn. Only the strange musical instrument hanging loosely from a thick strap seemed sleek and well cared for.

"You have a set in 3 hours and you look like shit. And you wonder why you ain't a headliner." The bartender stood over her, cleaning glasses behind the bar. To call the venue a dive would be to sing glorified hymns to dives everywhere. Ambiguous stains on the floor cavorted with grit tracked in from the lower city streets. If anything, the singer added class while passed out on the counter snoring and drooling.

"Get off my ass. I'm just sleeping off the arsenic poisoning, " Annika grumbled as her blurry vision returned in slow waves.

The manager grunted with raised a brow. "Arsenic?! The hell you been drinking?"

She lazily groped around for a nearly empty bottle on the stool beside her while rubbing her eyes. Squinting at the label trying to will her senses into waking up, Annika belched and adjusted her jacket. "Uh... arsenic." She shrugged and chucked the bottle over her shoulder where it shattered in the distance.

"Watch it!" A hulking Arkanian yelled to the singer. When Annika waved her glove-clad hand dismissively with a mumbled apology, he stomped over to her. The brute's friends tried to stop him to no avail. "Bad enough you torturin' us with yer squawkin' and wailin' night after night, now you just insultin' us." She pinched the bridge of her nose already feeling sobriety threatening to rear it's ugly head in the wake of her headache. Incensed at being ignored, the Arkanian put a massive clawed hand on her shoulder. "Hey! I'm talking to y-"

In an instant Annika was on her feet. Rolling her shoulder and throwing his arm off of her, she threw a trio of hard punches and a knee into his torso. Despite his size and natural chitin, he buckled. As he doubled over in pain, his friends made to aid their four-armed boss. The singer sighed and rolled her eyes. She was either too drunk for this or not nearly enough. Instead of waiting for them to surround her she drew the sturdy and sleek instrument she called Songbird. With an audible "KONG!", the girl swung it like a bat into her assailant's chin sending the Arkanian flying backwards into his unsavory allies. His bulk sent them all careening into a table, all landing in a disoriented heap.

Turning to the bartender facepalming at another of her fights becoming his problem she grinned. "Don't give me that look Len. They're generously gonna pay for damages. Isn't that right boys?" The ones still conscious nodded in terrified agreement as she loudly cracked her knuckles. "I'll be back in a few hours to liven up this... fine establishment." Without another word or glance, Annika strolled out to get a hearty meal, ideally in place that didn't smell like booze and bad life choices.
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In another awesome piece of concept art from Kitfox Crimson, we meet the most fiery and moody main protagonist, Annika Surfstar. She's an alien with bird-like features that he styled really well for a punk aesthetic. Like countless individuals, Annika is a refugee trapped on the auroran home world in he wake of their extinction event civil war. She's crass, cranky, and unmotivated. Her affinity for music drives her more than anything. She's not exactly a superstar but makes a decent enough living performing in the lower city. Her combat style is kickboxing and she is far stronger than she looks. Her guitar-like instrument is used for heavy attacks and to buff up allies by playing riffs. She's without a doubt the toughest physical fighter in the game and makes up for her terrible affinity for aura (the magic system) with incredible strength and stamina. Meeting Kit Kabbit and getting tangled in his adventures is met begrudgingly by Annika but over time she becomes one of his strongest supporters even if they bicker constantly. Between that and serving as a big sister of sorts to Nicole, her underachiever life takes a significant turn.

Art ©️ kitfox-crimson
Character ©️ KitFoxboy