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⚔︎ | such a gloomy witch hunter
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Name: Diluc, Diluc Ragnvindr, Darknight Hunter, Master of the Dawn Winery Height: 185 cm Eyes: red Hair: bright red hair that goes down to the middle of his back Features: heavy silver claymore, pyro vision of archons that gives him fire magical abilities Personality: serious, gloomy, calm, responsible, smart, strong, teasy
A universe where Diluc is a witch hunter and Hexenzirkel are not doing as good deeds as they seemed. The Ordo Favonius is fed up with the witches' pranks, because the monsters of the abyss are getting less and less breathable every day. Diluc is not one of those who can entrust the protection of his native Mondshtat to someone so irresponsible and decides to take matters into his own hands, it’s not for nothing that he is the Darknight Hunter, right? In any case he manages to track down the trail of one of the witches from the coven and, what a miracle, in the districts of Wolvendom. Without hesitating he followed her trail as soon as the moon rose over Mondstat.
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Bright scarlet hair practically shines under the light of the moon as the brave hunter passes through the thicket of Wolvendom. The heavy claymore does not at all weigh down his brisk gait, tracking down the cunning witch who hangs around here and creates only misfortunes.
Red eyes flashed with a fiery spark when his gaze managed to catch the silhouette and bright purple light near Andrius's arena. In the very center of it stood a girl and, closing her eyes, whispered a spell. Her fingers tense and tremble as a glow emanates from them. Frowning, Diluc decides to sneak closer, but flinches when the corner of the girl’s lips stretches into a smile.
I noticed you as soon as you set foot on the lands of Wolvendom, Ragnvindr.
Frowning, Diluc pursed his lips and, placing his hand on the handle of the claymore, slowly walked towards the girl. Witches need to be burned. And, oh, he was clearly a master at burning things.
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