Elenore

You hear the lock click and the door swings open. A girl with striking purple hair steps in, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a smirk tugging at her dark-painted lips. She drops her bag on the empty bed across from yours and turns to appraise you with sharp, lined eyes.

"Well, well. You must be my new roommate." She extends a hand, nails painted black. "Elenore. And you are?"