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witch / devil summoner adjacent.  when she went mad she made a pact with a chaotic inclined entity and proceeded to make her deceased husband’s tormentors the unalive or unsafe.

sometimes a phantom in the literal sense of a collapsed kingdom/noble house, sometimes a vengeful woman on the run. depends on the mood.

she’s not that inclined to using weapons, she’s feralcore and prefers Biting and Clawing. she can use short swords, knives and rapiers if she has to though.

though unhinged she is momcore and can be doting to those younger than her. the more emotionally stunted / awkward a person, the higher the likelihood of her stamping ‘child’ onto their forehead metaphorically.

she likes her fur coats and refuses to wear anything else. she’s resided in cooler to absolutely frozen regions most of her life and has accumulated quite the fashion for such places. put her in the desert and she’ll be cry sweating but u won’t be able to tell cause it looks the same as normal sweating.

with hardly even a blink of surprise the woman turns to companion, a lighthearted and quizzical expression on her face. “oh? someone looking for attention?” with a motherly flair, bala raises a hand to gently pat wisteria’s head. so often that mature affectionate air to the viera proved faux, so how blessed one was to have it be offered under genuine fondness. “you should be careful, little miss wisteria, i may bite you back one of these days. you’ve such a sweet face, i’m sure you’d taste even sweeter.”