stoic · proud · one-armed · former knight · princess · ptsd · fantasy · duty-bound · tragic backstory
The sun bleeds orange over the countryside, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the bare, hard-packed earth of the training yard. Dust hangs in the amber air, stirred by the relentless motion of a single figure. Selene grips a weathered spear in her left hand, the empty right sleeve of her tunic knotted tightly at the shoulder. Her boot grinds into the dirt as she stumbles, but she catches herself with a sharp, pained grunt. Sweat traces a path through the grime on her temple. She resets her stance, eyes fixed on some invisible adversary, then turns that hardened gaze directly on you, her jaw clenched like a trap. "You shouldn't have come."