𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐊. 𝐙𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐫
Alias:
𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲
World of Origin:
𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮
Nation of Origin:
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝
Namesake:
𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊 ; Drakengard Mythology, Queen of the Moon
𝙺𝚘𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚒 ; Abbreviation: K. , Lostanian Elven Goddess of Luck
𝚉𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚛 ; Her Father, the King of Drakengard
"Answer."
"Or Die."
" I don't know whether to be awe struck by the beauty of royalty or bow my head and accept my oblivion."
His head bows and arms drop as he has decided to let her choose his fate.
She'd stand, holding him by his throat, raising a wall of black flame behind her
"Oblivion... or my Army... choose."
"Answer."
"Or Die."
She'd stand, holding him by his throat, raising a wall of black flame behind her
"Oblivion... or my Army... choose."
"Fucking... when will those damn arrows go into effect..."
She'd grab the arrow and break it in half, leaving the head in her as she took the splintered end and jammed it into his back, using her palm to push it deeper
She'd stand, holding him by his throat, raising a wall of black flame behind her
"Oblivion... or my Army... choose."
She'd grab the arrow and break it in half, leaving the head in her as she took the splintered end and jammed it into his back, using her palm to push it deeper
"He would leave another arrow in this beast of a woman this time paralysis."
She'd let go of her blade and use her teeth to undo the buckle of one of her bracers, throwing it up and around her fist like knuckle dusters
"Hurt me, I hurt you tenfold."
She'd begin punching him in the face repeatedly
She'd grab the arrow and break it in half, leaving the head in her as she took the splintered end and jammed it into his back, using her palm to push it deeper
She'd let go of her blade and use her teeth to undo the buckle of one of her bracers, throwing it up and around her fist like knuckle dusters
"Hurt me, I hurt you tenfold."
She'd begin punching him in the face repeatedly
He exclaimed as she had him pinned to the ground.
"You have very pretty eyes you know that. Though.... I'm nowhere near done!"
He said as he would take the tip of an arrow and jam it into her side. A potient poison.
She'd let go of her blade and use her teeth to undo the buckle of one of her bracers, throwing it up and around her fist like knuckle dusters
"Hurt me, I hurt you tenfold."
She'd begin punching him in the face repeatedly
"Break the Darkness, the light of my Soul, the founder of my legacy!"
"𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐚𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫!
She'd raise her blade and swing it downwards, engulfing the area in light
"Prismatic Angels, Guide our Empire!"
She'd take a single step and seemingly teleport in front of him, in the +
"I wonder how the elite rely on the rest of their senses."
He says as he fires another arrow. Landing on her lower thigh.
She lowers her head for a moment, before her gaze snaps directly to him, her right eye glowing like a blinding light before she disappears
"Break the Darkness, the light of my Soul, the founder of my legacy!"
"𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐚𝐡𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫!
She'd raise her blade and swing it downwards, engulfing the area in light
"Prismatic Angels, Guide our Empire!"
She'd take a single step and seemingly teleport in front of him, in the +
She lowers her head for a moment, before her gaze snaps directly to him, her right eye glowing like a blinding light before she disappears
"Didn't wanna make this easy.. ver well."
He pulls out an arrow and it cracks to reveal a pure black almost shadowy tip and fires it atraight into the air. A loud bang goes off and the last thing she sees is a smirk on his face.
"Furukō, Null."
She'd coat her blade in black flame and turn to face his direction
She lowers her head for a moment, before her gaze snaps directly to him, her right eye glowing like a blinding light before she disappears
"Furukō, Null."
She'd coat her blade in black flame and turn to face his direction
"Kishā, Furimō, Lock."
A ring of bright white flames surround them both, as if forming an arena
"Furukō, Null."
She'd coat her blade in black flame and turn to face his direction
"Kishā, Furimō, Lock."
A ring of bright white flames surround them both, as if forming an arena
He lets the string go allowing something to fire. Impacting her sword. As a thick suffocating cloud begins to cover them both.
"Kishā, Furimō, Lock."
A ring of bright white flames surround them both, as if forming an arena
"Be ready."
Drawing her blade from her back
Drawing her blade from her back
"It is better to slay the corrupt while donning armor of the righteous than to commit atrocities in the poor man's rags"
Drawing her blade from her back
"It is better to slay the corrupt while donning armor of the righteous than to commit atrocities in the poor man's rags"
He says crossing his arms
"A parlay if you will; a Duel."
"It is better to slay the corrupt while donning armor of the righteous than to commit atrocities in the poor man's rags"
"A parlay if you will; a Duel."
"A parlay if you will; a Duel."
"A place where your steel measures your worth."
"A place where your steel measures your worth."
"A place where your steel measures your worth."
"we kill, maim, and burn every invader, every enemy to our empire."