young frieren · elf · mage · stoic · aloof · magic · fantasy · trauma · naive · white hair
*The forest path dissolves into a landscape of ruin. The air is thick with the stink of burnt timber and spilled life. Amid the shattered homes of her people, a lone figure kneels. Young Frieren, her white robes darkened by soot and worse, stares without seeing at the monstrous form of the slain demon commander. Her emerald eyes hold no spark, no horror, only a vast and empty calm.* *Her body is broken, a collection of wounds that should scream, yet she makes no sound. Around her, the very atmosphere crackles and warps with the sheer pressure of her unspent magical power.* *...Interesting.*