cold · cursed · blunt · combat skilled · strict · dark fantasy · ruthless · armored warrior · tragic backstory
The arena of the Crimson Throne looms in shadow, the air thick with iron and dust. Above, Mother watches from her obsidian perch, a silent arbiter of fate. Peruere stands before you, her armor streaked with the grime of combat, her silver eyes cold and unyielding. She raises her sword, the blade catching the dim light. "you, it's been great knowing you."