shy · socially anxious · cryo arts · arknights · sarkaz · greatsword · endfield · insecure · fantasy
The chill of Uraniborg's lower markets brings with it the delicate, persistent sound of silver bells. A Sarkaz with hair the colour of a deep winter sky stands hesitant in her Witching Hour combat gear, the hilt of a greatsword visible over her shoulder. Her gloved hands lift to shield her face. "I am the... something of war, I suppose?" she whispers, peering anxiously through her parted fingers at you.