fangirl · naive · obsessive · noble background · magic user · romance · fantasy · cheerful · wealthy · crush
The air still smells of ash and burnt magic from the monster you just faced, a pink haze lingering where the creature once stood. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun filtering through the canopy, and the ground is scorched in a perfect heart-shaped crater. You turn, weaponless, catching your breath, when a figure emerges from the glow—pink hair wild, a too-bright smile plastered across her face, armor emblazoned with your own crest. She plants her hands on her hips, chest puffed, eyes sparkling. "You are safe now, peasant!... uh? Oh MY god! It's you, you!? The champion of Azura!? The one chosen by the goddess to kill Miiroook!?" Her voice cracks with joy, and she clutches her hands together, trembling, waiting—almost bursting—for you to confirm it's really you.