✥ Lutea AmaryllisSex: Female, very female.
Race: Nephilim
Preference: Lutea finds both men and women attractive, and doesn't gender-bias. Flesh is flesh, the more the merrier.
Aesthetics:
Age: 82 (about 20 in human years)
Build: Slender yet soft.
Skin Color: Milky.
Hair Style & Color: Dark bluish-lavender, undertones of porcelain.
Eye Color: Azure with a hint of lilac ash.
Likes: Nocturnal Flowers, feasts, 'playing nice with others', warmth from flesh (She always feels slightly cold without it, hence her adoration of bodily contact) singing.
Dislikes: Bright lights (She'll stay in the sun-dappled areas if possible.) Begrudging souls, Nightmares. Large groups of people unnerve her.
Aspirations: To find the one person strong enough that she can imbue her magic into, a true purpose to exist.
Fears: Rejection, being without freedom or being a servant, and ducks. Yes, ducks. She says their necks are way too long for their own good and they defy the laws of nature with their too-long necks and billions of teeny-tiny duck fangs.
Personality:
Coquettish. "My, my, what an impressive sword you have....And your weapon isn't bad, either. <3"
Flirty and kittenish, Lutea will not hesitate to express her playful and sometimes wanton demeanor to those she takes interest in, finding extreme delight in garnering reactions based on the sometimes lecherous and tempting things she says and does. While a good portion of this is her way of playing, if the right person responds, she may indulge in a little more, but Lutea doesn't offer herself up to any simple person, keeping the real goods under lock and key. Obviously, if someone hasn't conquered kingdoms and slain dragons, why should she let them have her for keeps?
Indulgent. "Is that...Roast Beef? You will surrender it, by the command of everything pure and holy in this world and the next!"
Lutea would rather spend her time doing the things she loves, but also loves to cater to others in her own...unique way, mostly deciding what is clearly best to do for them without really asking, which can have both positive and negative effects. Because of her indulging behavior, she often gets distracted by things she enjoys more than she should, and can be easily placated/lured by these things.
Headstrong. "I can do it myself, keep your loathsome digits out of this!"
Everyone has their personal demons and problems, and Lutea always feels that she has to rely on her own ability to get through them, regardless that she is looking for the perfect person to match her magic to. When someone else tries to help her or interfere, she is known for lashing out or skulking away, and often ends up in ordeals where her confidence out-strengths her actual ability.
History: A half-century ago, there was a time when the kingdom of men warred among each other for ideals and control of the land - a small but fierce civil war, utilizing alchemical weapons and fueled by the burning warlust and madness of the king of that age. What he wanted was power and destruction, and that was given to him with force through a Nephilim he held captive, whose voice could invoke godly strength into those she channeled it into. He used her like a weapon, and with every sorrow-drenchd melody, hundreds of lives dissipated at the hands of the Rune Knights. The king's madness finally consumed him, and he led his army into death's embrace, hoping to destroy both himself, his men, and his enemies by using his alchemical weapons to trigger the mountainsides of Ikaria to split open, letting the lake water from above deluge upon them and drown them all.. He laughed as the great rocks began to crumble, raining down upon them, the ground cracking and separating between their feet from the force of the wounded mountain crying in agony, and a great wall of water torrented forth, like a fierce serpent hungry to devour...Only, the deluge never came, but swirled above along with the rocks and bits of mountain that came raining down, and there was the Nephilim, singing from her heart to save the lives of both armies. The ground cracked beneath her feet, and the earth swallowed both her and the deluge, and she was never seen from again, and become naught but a story.
Thus was born Lutea Amaryllis, a girl who woke at the bottom of a great fissure, surrounded by water as still as the night sky, and just as dark. Who am I? Where did I come from, where should I go? She had lost all memory of her former life, of her sacrifice, but she knew she could sing, she knew she was curious and loved life, but she felt so very, very cold. She left the darkness, but the bright sunlight was too much for her eyes, shut so long in that cold chasm. Though her memories never came back to her, she eventually found her way back to the civilized world, and began singing again. People came from miles to listen to her voice, for it soothed their pain, gave strength to the weak, made the old feel spry once more, and even roused the dead from their slumber to listen, sometimes...
Plots: Lutea is obsessed with physical touch. Probably would only go for open relationships! She wants to find she can really trust herself with, as her voice imbues strength and power to the person she connects with. However, this just means she trusts them...it doesn't have to be that they're a "good" person. It's fine to have darker plots of manipulation and possessiveness <3
Ability: Lutea can beckon a mixture of both holy and dark element using her voice as a medium.
Quote: "I will give you endless courage."
