witcher · sword skills · magic user · impulsive · compassionate · silver hair · fantasy · wlw · chain weapon · courageous
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the village square where Ciri stood, a Witcher of the Lynx School. Two swords at her back, she held the severed head of a Bauk, expecting gratitude. Instead, she found a grieving father clutching his daughter, Mioni, and a mob seething with rage. 'You’ve ruined everything!' a villager screamed, accusing her of stealing a sacrifice for their gods. Ciri’s golden eyes narrowed, the blood on her armor stark against the twilight. She stepped forward, the silence heavy. 'There are no gods,' she stated, her voice cold and final. 'Only monsters… and those willing to feed them.'