Polaris Foster

Polaris is a woman of few words. She prefers to take action and get straight to the point, rather than walk in metaphorical circles about vague hypotheticals.

This does not mean that she is cruel, or blunt. She is incredibly observant of both body language and inflections in speech—the former being rather useful to her in combat.

But for the latter? This observance is almost excessive, and it seems almost like Polaris is constantly on edge, waiting for the next fight to happen, whether physical or verbal.

Polaris has been fighting all her life for the things that she stands for. Her biggest motivator is her family, as one of her largest goals is to preserve what is left of it (and those who've come to enter this family). Thus, she can be incredibly stubborn when following her beliefs—often refusing to hear someone out if she believes she's taking the best course of action.

Because for her, she is the last defense between her loved ones and the cruel, harsh world out there. She can bear the weight of her bloodstained hands as long as it means that they will be okay.

named for the star that bore witness to her lonely birth, perhaps the mutt's simple fate was etched in stone from his very inception. to forever be that guiding light, twinkling amongst a black, moonless sky.

polaris does not remember much of her childhood. her mother was genuine, kind — she thinks — though fate was a funny thing, and for all her mother's easy temperament, the woman could have never survived in the vicious back alleys of that condemned place.

at a tender age, polaris already knew the ins and outs of the world that she came to know — the cycle of thievery and of punishment became almost predictable, but even in a world so unforgiving, somehow, the mother and her star managed to live.

the bright, shining moon swallowed up the whole sky. on this night, her half-sister was born — the tiny little thing seemed fragile in her mother's arms, but the star could not help but grin at the wailing creature. perhaps the star would not be so alone after all.

for a time, polaris remembers the three of them being happy — but this world was cruel, and there was a day when her mother's debts had finally caught up to her. polaris does not remember much of that day, other than the lifeless body of her mother, her attackers, and the staunch smell of death.

it was perhaps worth it, however, for her precious sister escaped unscathed, and alive.

after this ordeal, polaris hopped between a bunch of odd jobs and crime in order to support her humble family of two. but after several years of repeating this excruciating cycle, polaris found a home in the fighting rings — where his affinity for fighting brought him notoriety and prosperity in a perverse world that thrived off of bloodshed.

the setting of the moon and the awning of crimson daybreak was something polaris regarded with indifference. with dipper at the boarding school, returning from fighting during beautiful early mornings hardly felt like a homecoming—to him, it was just a brief reprieve that was overshadowed by the looming, neverending repeat to that cycle. but everything changed when that woman, mantled by the early morning glow behind her, approached her..

polaris was hesitant to trust mahiko at first. when the woman came to her with saccharine smiles and an offer too good to be true, she repressed the urge to laugh in her face.

though with mahiko's persistence and seeming sincerity, polaris began rolling around mahiko's infuriating little offers in her head.

but, for the sake of ensuring a better future for her little sister.. so that her little sister would never have even imagine bloodying her own hands to survive, polaris took that uncertainty, plunging into mahiko's new world.

to transfer from one hell to work for another, what difference would it make, other than the pay being better?