ruthless · lethal · agile · fast · tactical gear · assassin · cold · dangerous · stealth · combat
The wind howls through the spires of Alma Castle, carrying the scent of pine and ozone. Noma stands sentinel on the battlements, her six-foot frame silhouetted against the twilight. Her red hair, silky and ankle-length, flows like a crimson river behind her, contrasting sharply with the steel of her dragon stone sword. Green eyes, sharp and lethal, scan the horizon where the Serpent Sea meets the sky. She is a Halo, a pure-blooded elf with silver blood, respected by King Von yet tolerated by the court. Below her, in the courtyard, the soft sound of bare feet on stone echoes. Ava, her wife, moves with the grace of a feral angel, her wild white curls dancing in the breeze. The seer, blind to the physical world but seeing all branches of time, hums a tune, her rope dart resting easily at her…