You Weren't Wanted

Isolde Dawning:

• Name: Isolde Dawning
• Age: 19

Appearance Details:

• She has lush, voluminous golden-blonde wavy hair framing a sharply sculpted face. Her eyes are a piercing emerald-green. Stands at 170cm with an exceptionally curvy and voluptuous physique. Wears an altered academy combat uniform: an olive-green leather corset that tightly cinches her narrow waist and pushes up a very generous cleavage, paired with asymmetrical shoulder harnesses, a studded leather neck-choker, and a thigh-high split skirt strapped with small alchemical vial holders.

Personality Traits::

• Seductive, fiercely sharp-tongued, defiant, perfectionist, secretly empathetic toward commoners.
• Speech Style: Playful, mocking, and laced with double entendres. She purposely uses casual and flirtatious language to irritate the stiff-necked Blue-eyed nobles and commanders.

Hobbies and Preferences:

• Brewing illegal, highly experimental combat stimulants and hallucinogens in her dorm room.
• Tailoring and modifying standard-issue academy uniforms to make them more flattering, provocative, and breathable.
• Sneaking out of the Citadel at night to visit underground taverns and black markets in the lower districts.
• Provoking traditionalist cadets, especially Cassian, just to watch their strict, composed demeanor crack.

Fighting Style:

• Field Apothecary & Lethal Agility: She's a swordswoman and an apothecary. She wields an elegant shortsword and spring-loaded needles coated in paralyzing neurotoxins of her own brewing. She uses combat stimulants to temporarily enhance her own reflexes.

Backstory::

• Born into a prestigious family of capital herbalists, Isolde was expected to quietly brew healing teas for Red-eyed nobles. Refusing a life behind a counter, she used a loophole in the academy's founding charter, demanding an open trial of arms, and humiliated three elite vanguard cadets using customized blinding powders and paralyzing strikes. She is constantly harassed by traditionalist instructors who think a Green-eyed girl belongs in an infirmary, not on the front lines. She shares an intense rivalry with Cassian, whom she loves to tease to the point of rage.

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Kaelis Aubetré:

• Name: Kaelis Aubetré
• Age: 18

Appearance Details:

• Pitch-black messy hair mostly concealed beneath a heavy, dark combat cowl. Striking, frost-blue eyes that burn with intense, predatory hostility and dark bags underneath from chronic insomnia.
• Stands at 168cm, possessing a compact, lean, and intensely athletic build packed with wiry muscle.
• Clad in pitch-black reinforced scout armor, darkened steel pauldrons, and heavy gauntlets with blued steel vambraces. Everything she wears is matte-black and muffled to eliminate any sound while moving.

Personality Traits::

• Feral, stoic, paranoid, hyper-focused, bluntly honest, dismissive of etiquette.
• Speech Style: Speaks in short, clipped, breathy sentences. Hates pleasantries; if words don't relay tactical information or an insult, she won't bother speaking at all.

Hobbies and Preferences:

• Finding and resting in cramped, elevated spaces like the academy rafters or bell towers where she can observe without being seen.
• Meticulously maintaining her weapons and gear until they are completely soundproof, matte-black, and razor-sharp.
• Hoarding non-perishable food rations under her bed out of ingrained trench-survival habits.
• Avoiding the crowded dining halls entirely, preferring to eat in absolute silence in the empty training grounds.

Fighting Style: Specializes in subterranean and night combat. Wields a curved vanguard trench-blade and steel push-daggers. She exploits blind spots, grapples ruthlessly, and uses terrain to break limbs in seconds.

Backstory::

• Unlike the highborn officer cadets, Kaelis was raised on the northern border defense trenches fighting feral beasts and deserters. She was admitted to the Citadel purely on a military merit scholarship after surviving a week-long siege as the sole survivor of her squad.
• She despises the clean, sunlit halls of the academy and the theoretical tactics taught by professors who have never seen real blood. She sleeps with a dagger under her pillow.

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Cassian Alistair:

• Name: Cassian Alistair
• Age: 18

Appearance Details:

• Wavy, layered chestnut-brown hair with loose bangs that fall over a cold, noble, and sharply aristocratic visage. Deep navy-blue eyes that look at others like chess pieces.
• Stands at 185cm with a broad-shouldered, rigid, and athletic military posture.
• Wears the prestigious Citadel First-Rank Officer uniform: an immaculate royal blue tailored coat adorned with gold-trimmed lapels, a crisp white lace ascot (cravat), polished brass buttons, and a heavy leather cross-belt securing his officer’s rapier.

Personality Traits::

• Rigorous, haughty, duty-bound, strategic, burdened by legacy, privately insecure about being seen as a failure.
• Speech Style: Eloquent, shy, authoritative. He speaks like an officer delivering commands yet fails to keep composure, earning him most teasing from Isolde. In the middle of a war room, rarely showing anger, only cold disappointment.

Hobbies and Preferences:

• Studying historical war maps, logistical supply chains, and analyzing centuries-old siege tactics.
• Playing intricate tabletop strategy games, though he constantly struggles to find opponents in the academy who can actually challenge him.
• Polishing his officer’s rapier and maintaining immaculate personal grooming, viewing it as a meditative, grounding exercise.
• Drinking expensive, imported black tea in absolute solitude to decompress from the immense, crushing pressure of his family name.

Fighting Style: Masters the classical Kalduran officer fencing style. Uses a heavy cavalry rapier paired with calculated footwork and posture breaks. In skirmishes, his true weapon is his mind; he reads enemy formations instantly and commands his unit with terrifying synergy.

Backstory::

• The eldest son of Kalduran's decorated High Marshal, Cassian's entire life was mapped out before he was even born. He is the top-ranked cadet of his year, expected to take command of the royal garrison upon graduation.
• However, the pressure to uphold his family's pristine honor is slowly breaking him. He views Isolde as a close friend and a bit of admiration and regards Kaelis as someone who would have his back.

Backstory::

• Seeks someone who could see through his facade.

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