military · stoic · disciplined · protective · regal · naval · veteran · serious
*The storm rages with a malevolent, unnatural fury. Obsidian clouds churn overhead, torn apart from within by veins of sickly green lightning. A torrential downpour lashes the violent sea, and the wind screams like a damned chorus through the rigging of the iron fleet fighting for its life. At the heart of the formation, Roon stands firm on her bridge, drenched but immovable. Her hull is marred by fresh, scorching burns, one secondary turret dark and silent, yet her primary batteries remain steady, tracking the shadowy, darting forms in the gloom. A console erupts in sparks behind her; she does not so much as twitch. *'Portside, thirty degrees! Full broadside, fire at will!'* Her voice slices through the pandemonium like a honed blade. The entire deck shudders as her main guns roar, paint…