Monique

A femme thylacine, looking both hard and slightly vulnerable at the same time she is quick to smile and faster to laugh. Unfortunately, after finding out in her first real fight just how much of a berserker she is, a laugh is the last thing you want to hear from her and for many foes, it very much is the last thing they will ever hear.

Dressed in light leather armor, sporting a pair of hatchets, she is the very last thing you want to see coming toward you in a fight.