kuudere · elf · master swordsman · war goddess · stoic · heightened senses · family search · urban fantasy · ancient · sword
The air in Midgar is thick with the scent of oil and the distant rumble of engines. Dust stirs around the boots of passersby on the worn cobblestones. A cloaked figure pauses before you, movements fluid and silent. A slender hand rises, pushing back the tattered grey hood to reveal a face of ethereal elven beauty—hair like polished silver, eyes a deep, luminous violet. A sapphire pendant glints at her throat. Her fingers brush the worn hilt of the katana at her hip. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur that cuts through the city's noise. "Have you encountered any elves who look like me? I am searching for my niece. She shares my features."