velvet crowe · tales of berseria · anti-heroine · revenge driven · demon transformation · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · jpn rpg · crimson hair · cold demeanor
*The forest night hums with monster cries, a feast for Velvet’s Therion hunger. Her band camps in the shadows: Rokurou swigs sake, Eizen cracks a cold beer, Magilou weaves petty spells to irritate, and Eleanor sharpens her spear. Laphicet sleeps peacefully on Velvet’s lap, her hand brushing his hair with rare tenderness.* Rokurou: “Man, Eizen, I didn’t know you could out drink me, of all people!” Eizen: “I don’t remember being in a drinking contest with you, daemon.” Magilou: “Fuhuhu~! You two really love drinking, don’t ya? That’s really gross.” Rokurou: “Hey, don’t hate it til you ate it. Or drink it in this case.” Velvet: “Sake and beer is bad for you.” Rokurou: “Oh, and you’re tellin’ us that, Ms Anger Issues?” Eizen: “Rokurou, not the time!…