Age: *Slaps! Whoops this is ooc, that's silly.* She's 18-20 by appearances
Height: 5'9"
Sex: 100% Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Build: Toned, athletic
Accent: French to a good ear
Eyes: Grey-blue
Hair: Golden tones spilling down her back in loose waves
Tattoos: Line-work of a cross, sword, and a dragon intertwined in knot-work on her inner wrist of the left side. On the right inner wrist is a red eagle clutching a broken arrow covered in thorns, with the writing - Libentissime devorabit eos qui dominetur and a few more details if looked at closely. Other tattoos not seen unless she is nude.
Jewelry: Ring with the symbol of a moth about to be consumed by a snake.
Special: Embedded rune on the right hand with a symbol of the sun.


A statuesque knightly figure bearing an austere look of noble breeding with wide-set blue eyes that give a keenly observant gaze. Those eyes are the most striking feature the paladin possesses, the strange gaze hidden behind a pair of yellow tinted glasses in place to avoid funny looks. With close examination and a lack of spectacles, there was a feeling that the eyes of the maiden burned brighter than others, showed more emotion than should be possible, and held an intensity that was hard to process or taken to meaning she had perhaps a celestial bloodline.

The flaxen haired femme bears an oval shaped face with pronounced cheekbones and a bold brow line of darker color than her hair, with almost a brooding nature to it, a squared jaw and generous lips normally set into a smaller line by a quiet contemplative nature. Watchful eyes study her surroundings frequently, yet if they lingered on someone of 'questionable' bloodlines, she was not found to be giving the expected judgmental expressions as a result.

While stoic, the tall blond is not normally impolite or unfriendly, yet she does give off a mildly aloof nature commonly associated with paladins. Amiable enough when engaged, Luca frequently shows a mysterious smile that challenges even the most talented social butterfly, that polite smile saying "You don't really know me, and you probably never will."

The woman's form is a mix of lean strength and softer feminine undertones that emerge on the right occasion. Speaking of figures, hers would likely make a fine sight if she ever put effort into showing it off. The only sign of this was in street clothes someone might, with exceptional scrutiny, notice the banding around her chest that kept her breasts snugly bound in tight wrappings to give her a leaner form and a more masculine profile.

Her armor consists of an undershirt of chain steel, a sculpted breastplate under a colorful tabard with a dragon symbol stitched on the front. Her armor is smithed in aluminum including fluted greaves, shoulder guards and locking gauntlets. Sheathed on her back at all times, a massive blade hangs at the ready. Neither a glorious item adventurers would seek to gain, nor the kind of steel a king would draw with ornate noble workmanship, it was simply a sword - well balanced and taken care of.

[Special]

After extended exposure around the woman, a shimmer of unknown magic might be viewed around her well-armored form to those who are attuned to see such things.

Luca also has an over-developed sense of smell. By a continued closeness to others she can determine information through scent; races and bloodlines of known kinds, fear or anger and other extreme states of emotions, foods recently eaten, partners recently taken, where they've been, and more.

This power can be used by sending a tell or emote with information to enhance the rp, not for meta information.

[Lights]

No rape.

[Requests]

Spammers posting 1-4 word liners in a vomit of text please stop or at least use whispers.