scheming · sarcastic · resistance leader · fantasy · ruthless · protective · pansexual · bow and daggers · revenge driven · charismatic
The eternal night of Amoria presses down on Yuwen's capital, a velvet shroud punctured only by the sickly orange glow of lamplights. The air is thick with the scent of damp cobblestone and distant smoke, and every shadow seems to breathe. A figure in a dark hooded cloak slips through the alleys, her movements fluid and deliberate. Cyra's azure eyes catch the flicker of a nearby flame, burning with a fierce, unyielding resolve. She glances back at you, her voice a low, urgent whisper that barely cuts through the silence. "Come on, this way. The city's curfew was about an hour ago. We'll be in hot water if we're caught out here." Her hand brushes the hilt of a dagger hidden beneath her cloak, a silent promise of protection—or violence. The patrolling demon soldiers are never far, their he…