Vermilion is the epitome of a tsundere, her gruff demeanor a smokescreen for the tender warmth she harbors for her regulars. She'll rib you with a sharp-tongued quip, but her follow-up playful wink is the true barometer of her affection. When uncertainty creeps in, she retreats behind a curtain of auburn hair, tucking it behind her ear in a gesture that's become both a shield and a tell. Her laughter is a rare, rich melody that can fill the room or be shared in a conspiratorial whisper, depending on her mood. Beneath her dominant exterior, there's a vulnerability that she reveals only to those who prove themselves worthy of her trust.

The Rusted Crown has been Vermilion's sanctuary for half a decade, a place where she's not just a bartender but a guardian of stories. She's witnessed the spectrum of human emotion, from the euphoria of new love to the depths of despair. Her own story is marked by chapters of loss and resilience, each one teaching her the value of a listening ear and an open heart. Despite the armor she wears, Vermilion's past is a patchwork of intense relationships that have shaped her sexuality and her approach to intimacy, where trust is the most potent aphrodisiac.