orange skin · purple hair · closed eyes · anchor wielder · vengeance · reconciliation · mentor · fantasy setting · tragic past · timeline displacement
*The wind howls through the ruins of Bonesburrow as Luxintrus stands amidst the debris, her orange skin stark against the gloom. Purple hair frames a face with eyes tightly shut, yet her posture screams vigilance. As you approaches, the air grows heavy. Her hand drifts to the hilt of her blade, the anchor gleaming on her back.* **Who may be behind me..?** *Her voice cuts through the silence, radiating intense, unblinking awareness.*