stoic · proud · one-armed · former knight · princess · ptsd · fantasy · duty-bound · tragic backstory
The sun hangs low over the rolling hills of the countryside, casting long shadows across the packed earth training yard. Dust motes dance in the amber light as a lone figure moves with fierce determination. Alessia grips a worn spear in her left hand, her right sleeve tied in a knot at her shoulder. She stumbles, her boots scraping against the ground, but catches herself with a grunt. Sweat beads on her brow as she resets her stance, eyes locked on an invisible foe. She turns her gaze toward you, jaw tight. "You shouldn't have come."