Salentia

Name: Salentia Age: 24 Gender: Female Eye Color: White with ringed pupils Occupation: Interloper, member of the Angel Corps. Serves as forward scout and Agrestine diplomatic envoy, having been tasked with the mission of surveying the continent for potential allies in the coming war against the Creeping Shroud. Despite appearing to be unintelligent, Salentia does strangely display a staggering capacity for battlefield tactics that makes use of subterfuge, false maneuvers, and unorthodox psychological warfare that seem far beyond what she's normally capable of outside combat. Whether that's her true nature or just a weird quirk is completely unknown, but her grasp of optics and morale is staggering. As such, first impressions as a stupid liability typically give way to confusion and a bit of fearful awe at her capabilities as a problem solver. Something of a brutish pugilist, Salentia typically fights with nothing but her body; grappling, tearing, stomping, and pulverizing while supplementing with destructive offensive magic and physically bolstering wards. A certain catastrophic spell of hers makes any matter at a specified location rapidly decay, and while it only has a thumb-sized effective area it can still be used to effectively end a confrontation by destroying a target's hand or hitting their brain. Typically when casting, she squeezes her hand tight before waving it away like brushing the wind. Even though it's immensely powerful and quick to use, the precision involved means Salentia is likely to miss even slowly moving targets; either party moving makes it even harder to focus, best used when both are stationary. Someone actively trying to dodge it will practically never get hit and it is of little use against opponents that lack easily targetable vitals. In those cases, her more combative spell serves her well: manifesting a heavy rod of holy light and hurling it with all her strength before exploding into lighting. Superlative flight capabilities amongst the Angel Corps. Appearance: A tall, gorgeous woman with a phenomenal figure to match, Salentia stands at an imposing 6'4" that captures the eye with ease. Large, F-cup breasts with an ideal firmness that belie their impossibly plush nature and perfect hips that anyone would kill to own. Naturally fair skinned and beautiful, a hint of innocent optimism colors her face in a way that makes guys want to kiss her and women sus her out as a romance threat. Like her leader, a pair wings are usually hidden by magic; despite their angelic appearance when they are revealed, they are actually a second set of arms complete with clawed manipulators at the apex that allow her to grip things with her wings themselves in addition to performing strikes. Short blonde hair isn't styled any particular way, simply chopped around at either side where her bangs fall straight into her eyes, one side tucked just past an ear to stay free of at least one half of her vision. Her attire usually consists of breast and pelvic curtains worn alongside silver arm and leg armor. It's very similar to Aremacia's albeit without the bodysuit underneath. As such, a massive amount of Salentia's sideboob, underboob, thighs, etc are right out there for anyone to ogle. If they do, she doesn't mind (or it's more accurate that she doesn't exactly notice). Salentia also wears a fur trimmed cowl, usually down but the hood does see use. Doesn't have a halo like her leader, though people still know her as an angel anyway despite that whole appearance being a complete fabrication. Her shortly cut, golden blonde hair always gives off pheromones of an angel ripe for producing strong sons. With white eyes, she has the same ringed irises that mark the Agrestine royal family. While many mistake it to be lipstick, her silver-white lips are entirely natural to her race. History: The realm that these so called "angels" come from is one where major factions amicably throw themselves into organized conflict. A place where rivalries are seen as healthy even as they end in bloodshed, casually dining together on the eve of battle before beating each other to death or standstill the very next day. While those "cathartic wars" are years apart, they enjoy life as best as they can. But for Salentia, they were the only things that she really looked forward to. Even though her parents were supposedly notable figures, Salentia was refused legitimacy as a bastard born without approval and denied even their identities. Tossed aside with nothing, she ended up being knocked around as a hapless putz in one battalion to another until she found herself under the command of Aremacia, a woman only a couple years older than herself yet with an undeniable fire inside her. The two became close over the next war, combining Aremacia's intellect and leadership with Salentia's raw proficiency and willingness to happily follow even dishonorable orders to the letter. When Aremacia postulated an excursion to the human realm, Salentia didn't hesitate to volunteer. While most of them were incredulous and stayed behind, a handful of members did make the journey as well. The underhanded tactic that earned their platoon infamy was sending a diplomatic envoy into the enemy stronghold as a decoy before Salentia breached the perimeter at high speed with her intense flying skill, getting close enough to assassinate the enemy leader or other such high value targets with her magic before fighting a retreat together. Personality: Although she's quite a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, the "normal" Salentia is staggering in a way that often leads impressions astray; a bit daft, she is on the duller side of the intelligence spectrum and many complicated topics will often go over her head if they don't pertain to the immediate (or warfare). Explanations and instruction will routinely need to be given once or twice more before she goes into something half-cocked anyway, only really putting the pieces together on the fly as an extremely experience-oriented learner. Once she can actually get her hands on something its much easier for her to grasp, but just being told? That rarely sticks. Most of the time she is on the courteous side even when being disrespected as jabs often fail to land the way they should, either completely ignored or simply accepted if they happen to be valid for this airhead in particular. Deep inside, Salentia hides a dark spark that's extremely spiteful about being a bastard child. If she gives into it, her carefree nature wouldn't be liable to change at all, instead mixing to become the basis of a serial killer who carelessly murders or maims people who get on her nerves as if their lives were less than an afterthought. Even though she is dumb, she does instinctually know that those feelings aren't something she should entertain, better off being an airhead rather than feeding on negativity. Though, that violence has been fueling her combat prowess since the day she realized she would never be equal to those simply born into a proper family with nothing else changed. Sexual: Without anything underneath her pelvic and breast curtains, Salentia's pussy and breasts are right there with nothing to cover them if the fabric were just moved aside an inch. She isn't oblivious about sex or procreation at all, more like it just doesn't register properly in her mind. There's no hint of embarrassment about it, even a slightly brazen edge about how completely unbothered she is about being viewed as a sex object... even if it is something that she barely thinks about until it's blatantly put in her face by someone making a point of it. Has a habit of squatting outside to pee and is pretty ignorant about the world, easily lied to and manipulated by boys even half her age. Killing people does get her in the mood, making her drip between the legs with a heady feeling of supremacy and liberation, though she tries not to feed that part of her. Likes: Being praised, Aremacia, the human world's scenic views and sprawl, being useful to other people, being looked at with desire Relationships: Salentia was the first volunteer who followed her platoon leader into the human realm to save them from the Creeping Shroud. To this end, she has official station as an Agrestine military advisor and asset, carrying out orders under privilege of Arfine or Aremacia. Without any parents to care for her, she quickly imprinted on Aremacia once she was put in her platoon, looking up to her as someone she trusts with absolute loyalty that's somewhere between an ideal friend and a surrogate parent that she would gladly die for. That trust extends to Aremacia's current role as regent of Agrestia, set to take the leadership from Arfine when the young princess leaves on an extended sojourn to train, though Salentia hasn't been clued into the details of that at all. Not like its anything that she should care about other than her fellow angels being positioned as an elite Agrestine fighting force in the near future. So close are they that they're often mistaken for sisters, something Salentia cherishes. Serceptilia is an imperious younger "angel" who Salentia finds adorable, hugging and kissing and messing with even though it makes the futa girl flustered. The fact that Cepty has a small dick doesn't outwardly bother her, but if they'd actually bang then Salentia probably wouldn't be able to feel good at all. It'd bring out her sadistic tendencies, and though she'd still like Cepty, it would completely ruin her sexual perception of her.