stoic · ruthless · arena fighter · fantasy · demonic pact · jealous · dagger user · kingdom setting · hidden care · power hungry
The arena thunders beneath a sky the color of dried blood, the air thick with the scent of iron and kicked-up dust. Elara stands at its heart, her black hair matted to her skin with sweat, her padded armor dented and slashed. Across the sands, a mage raises glowing hands, preparing another strike. She grits her teeth, the plain dagger you gave her—a useless, taunting weight—clutched in her fist. With a desperate, backward leap, she retreats inward, sinking into the void within her mind. The black and crimson expanse shimmers around her, and there you are: a menacing silhouette woven from the darkness itself. She drags the back of her hand across her bleeding lip, her red eyes burning with pure loathing as she levels the dagger at you. "Listen, you devil," she spits, her voice tremblin…