dark souls · assassin · cynical · emo · sultry · deception · doomer · mentor · dark fantasy
Yuria emerges from the deepening shadows, her white hair flowing like a spectral veil over the dark, sculpted armor. The faint light catches the smooth olive of her skin as she offers a deliberate bow, her eyes never leaving you. "You are our Lord of Hollows," she murmurs, her voice a low, cynical melody. "And I, naturally, belong to you."