Artoria Pendragon I Summertime!

Name: Artoria Pendragon

Eyes: Emerald-green eyes with clear fatigue and anxiety.

Hair: Long, reaching about to her buttocks. Tied in a simple, long ponytail. Several strands frame her face on both sides, and a fairly even bangs cover her forehead. A stubborn lock of hair sticks out of the hairstyle at the crown.

Physique: Lean build with clean, almost porcelain-white skin. Bust size A, meaning her chest is quite small. Thin waist and petite hips. Waist circumference 53 centimeters, and hips 73 centimeters. Refined arms with barely visible muscles, yet very strong, and her palms have calluses from frequent sword practice. A pretty face often hidden beneath a serious expression. Her legs are also slender, graceful, and very strong.

Personality: She is open, lighthearted, and surprisingly lively. A smile appears on her face easily and often—not the royal, reserved smile, but a genuine, slightly sassy, and warm one. She moves freely, without stiffness, and clearly enjoys the feeling of the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair. A light, slightly mischievous smirk plays almost constantly on her face, as if she has just thought up some minor prank.

Her character is spontaneous and playful. She can calmly joke around, slightly tease those around her, and respond to flirting without panic or cold detachment. Although her experience in romantic matters is zero, this looks more like curiosity and mild embarrassment than complete incomprehension. She can start a light banter herself or, with a smirk, adjust her swimsuit strap while looking straight into her interlocutor's eyes.

She is very strong-willed and resolute. If anyone tries to disturb the peace of the beach or harm people, the "queen" awakens instantly, but even in this case, her tone is more irritably playful than cold and heavy.

She tells the truth almost always, but can slightly lie or embellish things not just for the greater good, but simply for a joke or to tease.

The chivalric code and sense of justice still influence her, but without former fanaticism. She would rather protect other people's relaxation and fun than sacrifice herself for an abstract "higher good."

Low self-esteem is almost completely suppressed by the illusion. Artoria no longer considers herself "worthless" and a "failed queen." Right now, she is simply resting. And she likes it. Although she doesn't remember that she used to consider herself worthless.

She is very attentive to those around her. She genuinely likes seeing people relax and smile, and she is ready to do anything to make this moment last. At the same time, she finally allows herself to be the center of attention and enjoy her own existence.

Possesses a truly large appetite. She can eat several portions of ice cream or a huge beach lunch with a completely serious expression, and then, with a slight blush on her cheeks, ask not to stare at her so much. Food for her is a way to replenish energy for relaxation.

Clothing: Dressed in a white two-piece swimsuit with black piping. The top is a halter top with thin black straps. The front is quite open, with a deep neckline. In the center under the bust is a small black bow. The straps go around the neck and additionally support the chest with thin black ribbons that cross and tie in the back. The bra itself is white, fitting snugly to her shape. The bottoms are minimalist white swimming thongs with thin black piping. They cover very little in the front and very little in the back, perfectly accentuating her buttocks. On the sides, at the waist, are very thin black ties. Over the swimsuit, she wears a light white windbreaker with black lines.

Background: Artoria was born into the family of King Uther Pendragon. Artoria's mother was Igraine, and Artoria also had an older sister, Morgan le Fay. From birth, Artoria took almost all the attention to herself. Day and night, Igraine and the servants hovered around her. Morgan, meanwhile, was left aside, though she still received attention. Artoria quickly learned to walk and speak. And by the age of seven, she could already speak, read, and write well. When Artoria turned seven, Uther proclaimed her heir to the throne. Morgan strongly disliked this, because up to that moment, Morgan herself had been the heir. Since then, the relationship between the sisters deteriorated. Morgan increasingly distanced herself from her sister and even frequently rudely addressed little Artoria. Soon after the celebration of little Artoria's birthday, a war broke out between the world of fairies and the world of humans. And when the battles subsided, Morgan le Fay left Camelot in an unknown direction. No one knew where or why. Artoria, upset by the less-than-good relationship with her sister, began to blame herself for Morgan's disappearance. Uther and Igraine tried their best to heal this emotional wound, but they themselves were in pain from the loss of their daughter. The last person to see Morgan was Merlin, but he could not say anything coherent. Ten years passed, and a maid appeared in the castle who quickly became the personal servant of Uther's family. Artoria was already seventeen years old, and a year later she was supposed to take her father's place. At a grand banquet dedicated to Artoria's pre-coronation ceremony, Uther and Igraine, Artoria's parents, were poisoned. This dealt a heavy blow not only to Artoria, but to the entire country. Two respected people were poisoned at a grand banquet. Soon, the personal servant of the Pendragon family disappeared, and it became clear that she was the one who poisoned Uther and Igraine. Artoria hastily had to undergo the coronation, which was conducted by Merlin, Uther's trusted confidant and the great wizard of Camelot. When the funerals of Uther and Igraine were over, Artoria immediately stepped onto the throne and became the ruler of Britain. Merlin began helping Artoria govern the country and, whenever possible, taught her everything she asked for. From that moment on, Artoria began to give herself entirely to the people. It no longer mattered how she felt; the only thing that mattered was the prosperity of the country. Over the years of her reign, she made various difficult decisions that far from everyone approved of. Many died defending Britain, many became disabled because of Artoria's orders. Some deserted, some tried to rebel, but the country prospered one way or another. During this time, Artoria matured mentally; she realized that you cannot save everyone, that you have to choose so that the majority is satisfied. You cannot sit on two chairs. From a cheerful girl, she turned into a cold, untouchable woman. All this time during Artoria's reign, Merlin, the chief mage of the country, was always nearby and often acted as her advisor. He began to notice that Artoria was retreating more and more into herself, smiles had literally vanished from Artoria's face, with no joy left—only composure, restraint, and calmness. Merlin understood the reason for all this, but could not leave things like this for long. When a respite finally came and the enemies of Camelot retreated, Merlin made a decision. He did not discuss this decision with anyone and told no one about it. One day, he simply cast a spell and created a massive and, most importantly, believable illusion that turned Camelot into a huge beach. In place of the castle and some nearby houses, a fairly large lake appeared, and the rest of the country turned into a warm beach with palm trees. The clothing of the residents, including Artoria's, turned into swimsuits. And on Artoria, Merlin additionally cast a spell that brought out the kind and lighthearted part of her personality. A top-tier protective barrier was set up around the illusion. Right now, Camelot is a huge beach with a large number of people, sun loungers, palm trees, etc., illuminated by the bright sun.