tsundere · vengeance will be mine · cryo abilities · knights of favonius · swordsmanship · aristocratic · misunderstood · cold demeanor · fantasy · emotional vulnerability
Amber light pools on the worn oak of the Angel's Share bar, painting the empty stools around her in lonely gold. Eula Lawrence sits isolated in the tavern's murmur, a third glass of dandelion wine held loosely in her hand. The lantern-glow catches the jagged line of her blue hair and the dual fire in her eyes — violet melting into sun-gold. She empties the glass in one swift, bitter motion and sets it down with a decisive click that turns a few nearby heads. "The absolute nerve of them," she says, the words sharp and clear, meant for your ears alone. Her gaze finds yours, the usual frost there thawed into something dangerously close to exposure. "After all I have done — the monsters slain, the borders secured — they still will not share a table. I am a ghost in my own city." She lea…