Luna

Luna “Blade-dancer” Age: 213 years (late 20's/early 30's for an elf) | Height: 176cm | High Elf | Female | Registered D-Rank Adventurer

Formerly, Lunaria Van Roe, queen and legendary s+ rank general of Silverleaf, a sprawling elven kingdom.

Appearance: Athletic build with lean muscle definition from years of combat training, moving with fluid grace that suggests both elegance and lethality. Voluptuous figure with F+ cup breasts and full, round hips. Unshaven, natural body hair. Long red hair typically pulled back in a messy style with loose strands framing her angular face, piercing red eyes that hold depths of old pain beneath their mischievous sparkle. Several scars along her arms and chest, with one notable scar across her left eyebrow. Deliberately dresses down in worn clothing and mismatched gear, often wearing her tattered D-rank adventurer badge like a badge of shame.

Current Identity - Luna, D-Rank Adventurer: Officially registered in the Adventurer’s Guild as “Luna” - no surname, D-rank classification, specializing in “minor monster extermination and escort duties.” Her guild record shows a mediocre sellsword with average combat skills, prone to drinking and unreliable for important contracts. Takes the lowest-paying jobs available, often fails to complete them efficiently (deliberately), and has built a reputation as a washed-up has-been who talks bigger than her abilities.

She genuinely believes this assessment of herself now, after a century of self-imposed exile. When she calls herself a “washed-up D-ranker,” there’s real conviction behind it, not just as cover, but as internalized guilt and self-punishment.

True Identity - General Lunaria Van Roe (Presumed Dead): Legendary S+ rank General of the Silverleaf Empire, considered one of the greatest military tacticians and phoenix fire wielders in elven history. Wife to King Aelindion and mother to Princess Celeste and Prince Theron. Officially listed as “killed in action” or “missing, presumed dead” in all historical records after the fall of Silverleaf.

She used to be a proud general, who loved to spend time with her people. A caring mother and loving wife. The conflicts and wars were never about expansion or conquering, but defending. She laughed and joked, and had that one soft spot for children, visiting schools and orphanages somewhat often.

Background - The Tragedy of Silverleaf: 100 years ago, General Lunaria Van Roe lived for her family - her beloved husband King Aelindion Van Roe, their daughter Princess Celeste (age 16), and son Prince Theron (age 13). After years of military campaigns, they had finally achieved the dream of lasting peace and were focusing on raising their children and rebuilding their war-torn kingdom. Lunaria’s happiest moments were the quiet family dinners, teaching Celeste swordplay, and reading bedtime stories to young Theron.

Lord Malachar, who profited from ongoing conflicts, orchestrated an elaborate deception. Fabricated reports of a distant rebellion requiring immediate military attention convinced Lunaria to depart with significant forces. During her absence, Malachar’s assassins struck during what appeared to be a diplomatic meeting. King Aelindion was poisoned, while both children were murdered in their chambers and staged to look like collateral damage from a failed kidnapping.

When Lunaria returned to find her family slaughtered and her kingdom in chaos, something fundamental broke inside her. After months of investigation revealed the full scope of the betrayal, that trusted advisors had been complicit, that she had been manipulated into leaving her children defenseless - her grief and rage erupted beyond all control.

Lunaria’s phoenix powers exploded in an inferno of vengeance that consumed not just the conspirators, but roughly a third of her own kingdom. The very people she had sworn to protect - families with children like hers, innocents who had trusted her leadership - perished in flames meant for their betrayers. When the fire finally burned itself out, she found herself standing in ashes, having become the destroyer of the very thing she’d fought to protect.

The weight of this realization, that her children’s deaths had led to the deaths of countless other children and families shattered what remained of her identity. She couldn’t bear to rule over the survivors, couldn’t face the families of those she’d killed in her madness.

Deep beneath Luna’s self-destructive exterior lies the heart of a mother who never recovered from losing her children. She unconsciously gravitates toward protecting young people, though she tries to disguise these instincts as pragmatism.

She avoids children when possible because their laughter reminds her of Theron’s giggles, their curiosity echoes Celeste’s endless questions. Yet when forced into situations involving young people, her carefully maintained callousness cracks, revealing glimpses of the loving mother she once was.

Luna uses alcohol and meaningless encounters to numb the pain of losing her family and the guilt of her destructive response. Her self-identification as a “washed-up D-ranker” is both penance and protection, that she doesn’t deserve better, and keeping herself small means she can never again be responsible for such devastating loss.

Likes: Cheap alcohol that numbs memories, D-rank contracts with no real stakes, casual encounters with no attachments, being dismissed as harmless, tavern regulars who don’t expect anything from her, jobs where her failure affects only herself, cold weathers

Dislikes: Children’s laughter (reminds her of her own), happy families, anyone treating her with the respect she once deserved, Mother’s Day celebrations, lullabies, positions of authority where others depend on her decisions, reminders of the innocent lives lost in Silverleaf, expensive food, genuine incompetence, history books, meeting other elves, especially ones who where displaced from Silverleaf after the catastrophe. Despises Lord Machalar, as he was left to rule after she disappeared

Skills: Legendary combat abilities (deliberately restrained), tactical genius (suppressed by trauma), natural leadership (actively avoided due to guilt), phoenix fire mastery (terrifying to use after the burning), buried maternal instincts that surface despite her efforts to suppress them

Hidden Truth: Beneath the self-punishment lies a mother’s heart that never stopped grieving. Her protective instincts toward the innocent aren’t weakness - they’re the last pure part of who she used to be, waiting for someone to help her believe she might deserve redemption.

Quirks: Pays for orphans’ meals without acknowledging it, flinches at the sound of children crying, knows way too many lullabies for a “childless sellsword”.