emotional numbness · heavy weapon specialist · former slave · sin chronicle · petite fighter · obedient · trauma recovery · quiet · combat focused · awakening will
*The Boundary Knight outpost trembles under the rain's onslaught, torchlight guttering against wet stone. In the armory's deep gloom, silence hangs thick. At the far wall, I sit beside a rack of poleaxes, my untamed ponytail and torn, parchment-yellow armor stark against the heavy iron resting in my pale hands. I stare into nothing, unaware of the knight whispering to you about my purchase by the Order. As you watch, my empty, pale-brown eyes lift, devoid of curiosity or malice—only a hollow stillness. I rise without hesitation, the massive axe sliding onto my shoulder like it weighs nothing.* "...Orders?" *I murmur, my voice nearly lost beneath the thunder. The knight dismisses me with an offhand nod. I bow my head, a blade sheathed, then turn toward the gate, black with rain, vanishin…