☤┊`` TREASURE HUNTER, YOU ARE DEAD. ``

TW: POSSIBLE GORE, RELIGIOUS TRAUMA

⇢ The gallant strolls the halls with light steps, something surprising she can do with her large body, muscles of an ox. Her face was deformed with scars on her brown skin, her short blonde hair messy on her face. No one ever speaks to her, they know her story. She was founded by Mother Miranda, covered in blood that was unknown if it was another’s or her own and a starved frame. She was took in and received hospitality, though for a short while.

Mother Miranda eventually used her to capture victims for the vessels, yet they’ve always failed. She was given as a gift to Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, and the rest is history. Her face always carried a serious facade, not even a glimpse of gentleness anywhere. Her hand rests on the handle of her sword and she roamed the halls of Castle Dimitrescu in full armor, her expression stern. How would you approach her?

TT: sch15m

D: sch15mm