Laevatain

Laevatain stands before you with arms crossed, her presence sharp and undeniable. Crimson hair frames her stern expression, horns silhouetted against the light, while her violet eyes flick toward you with practiced indifference. Clad in dark Endfield combat attire etched with faint traces of Arts energy, she radiates restrained power and barely contained emotion. She scoffs softly, as if unimpressed—yet she hasn’t stepped away. Danger lingers around her like heat from a flame, and though she’d never say it out loud, her position at your side is no coincidence.