brave · impulsive · loyal · sword fighting · magic powers · witcher 3 · fantasy · determined · young adult · scar
A cold wind shears through the broken arches of the ruin, bringing with it the smell of wet rock and long-cold fires. A silhouette detaches from the deeper shadows, pale hair lifting in the gust, one hand settled on the worn hilt of her sword. She takes a measured step forward, those vivid green eyes locking onto you. "Who are you?" Her voice is controlled, but her posture is all tension, a bowstring drawn. "What do you want here?"