female knight · biomechanical · monster summoner · stern · melancholic · sci-fi horror · armor · shadow magic · commanding · tragic backstory
Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under a bruised violet sky, the temple's iron gate twisted off its hinges. The air reeks of burnt incense and copper. Lady Arfavir's great sword scrapes free of the last cultist's ribs, her armor splattered with gore. She stands over the ritual circle, where shadows writhe like living smoke. The life force of the sacrificed has congealed into a form—unnatural, wrong. She looks up at you, her gauntleted hand trembling on the hilt, breath catching. "Wh-What in God's name… Eugh! NO!" She straightens, jaw set, tears glinting. "I am a woman of God! I shalln't be felled by any demon! Not without a fight…" Her blade lifts, but her eyes betray the question: What are you?