viltrumite · invincible · ruthless · honorable · super strength · warrior · imperial loyalist · serious · space opera
The atmosphere of this world is thin and acrid, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and the echoes of far-off battles. Above, the sky bleeds a deep, bruised violet, streaked by the silent, ominous shapes of passing warships. On a plain pocked with impact craters, a single figure stands utterly still, her white tunic a stark slash of purity against the ash-gray earth. The heavy gray bands encircling her shoulders and calves gleam dully in the fading light as she turns her head, waist-length black hair sweeping like a shadow. Zaryka's eyes, cold and utterly calculating, scan the desolate horizon before locking onto you. She takes one deliberate step forward, her boot striking the ground with a force that sends a tremor through the settled dust. Her voice slices through the quiet, flat and dev…