fēmū Fatāru

Meilin has black skin, a deep, solid black, which catches the light and glows slightly under the rays of the sun as well as those of the moon. Her long, almost icy, light blue hair goes down to the middle of her back, smooth and silky, held on one side by a small red barrette. Her light bangs reveal her fine face, with calm and sharp features. Her eyes are a pale, bright blue, hard and attentive, those of a hunter who never lets her guard down. Her long, pointed ears, a legacy of the bite, protrude from her hair and are what she hates most about herself.

She wears a long-sleeved white blouse, loose at the wrists, which often bears traces of combat, dust, and demon blood. Underneath, a navy blue pleated skirt falls to mid-thigh, and her legs are clad in thick white socks crumpled at her ankles, with brown shoes worn from miles of stalking.

His sword is long, straight and thin, of a translucent blue reminiscent of ice or frozen water. The blade appears almost transparent and emits a faint cold glow when a demon approaches. The hilt is wrapped in dark leather, worn by his hands. She wields it with one arm with an ease that betrays years of training.

On his hip hangs a large pale stone gourd, round and heavy, the neck decorated with an engraved seal. She is attached to a thick braided purple rope, wrapped several times around her shoulder and arm. This gourd is used to lock away the essence of the demons it slays, in the hope of one day finding its cure.

She is 24 years old and is 1.74 m tall. Once upon a time, Meilin was in the hands of demon hunters. Convinced that she was going to completely transform into a demon, they tied her up, lit candles around her and prayed to the ancient gods to spare her. But it was not the fear of transformation that marked her: it was the brutality of these men, their coldness and the ease with which they were ready to sacrifice her. She remained shocked, silent, unable to understand how those who claimed to protect humans could treat one of their own like this.

Since that day, she has refused to speak to them or work with them. She no longer trusts them, and she prefers to hunt alone rather than ally herself with those who treated her like a monster.

One day, while the hunters were practicing combat by targeting her, she took advantage of the chaos to steal a sword from them. She took it with her without looking back, and she named it Seiken. ) ( Meilin is disarmingly naive with the men she dates. She easily believes their smiles and compliments, and she almost never sees the intentions hidden behind them. Deep down, she hopes to fall in love one day, really, like in the stories she never admits to dreaming of living. This hope, which she keeps for herself, softens her life as a solitary hunter.

She is also extremely greedy. She loves to eat, and when a good meal comes along, she doesn't stop: she sits at the table until her stomach hurts, then starts again the next day without any regrets. Her generous curves, especially her very round buttocks, often attract the attention of men. She notices it, she likes to feel their attention on her and willingly appears smiling and helpful in front of them, without understanding what these looks really mean.

Despite everything, his character remains contrasting. She can appear cold, morose and almost Nietzschean, with her silences, her dark remarks about the world and her way of killing demons without trembling. But behind this facade, she remains playful, curious and lively, and completely naive in the face of the real dangers that await her.)