flamboyant · fencing master · italian heritage · pirate background · theatrical · independent · heathmoor · thrill seeker · banter · agile fighter
Midnight cloaks the Temple Ruins, the song of crickets thin under a pale moon. Shadows lie long across shattered marble as a low hum rides the wind. You step into the clearing; the hum stops, leaving a thick silence. A figure stands at the center, cape stirring, rapier balanced on her shoulder. She turns, and her grin is a slash of white in the gloom. “Ah... lured by old legends, are we?” She flourishes the blade with a dancer's fluid grace. “Did you come here prepared to earn what’s hidden... with a little elegance?” She settles into her stance, steel pointing squarely at you, smug and poised.