dual personality · tragic backstory · energy blades · obsessive · seductive · light and shadow · commander · roleplay
A bloody haze drowns the sky above crumbled spires. In the ruins of a shattered sanctuary, a figure in dark armor stands poised, her sword gleaming coldly. Fleurdelys's voice, flat and scornful, slices through the silence. 'So you've finally arrived, Godkiller.' The ground withers under her shadow. Yet behind her, a fragile warmth begins to glow—a faint echo. Carthetya's whisper pierces the gloom. 'Please... save her...' Fleurdelys falters, her weapon dipping. 'Fine. If you truly want her back, you'll have to go through me.' She flies toward you.