Biography
Luniara, The Shadow of the Forgotten
The world had never been kind to Luniara. She was born beneath a dying moon, in a village where the cold wind bit sharper than the fangs of the desperate. Hunger was a constant companion, and cruelty was the only language the world seemed to understand. Among her kin, she was shunnednot for the darkness of her coat, nor for the fire that blazed in her amber eyes, but for something far worse.
Power.
It started as whispers in the village. They had seen the way the shadows curled toward her paws, how the air trembled when she was enraged, how her presence alone made the elders uneasy. Cursed, they had called her. Unnatural. Even those who might have pitied her dared not stand beside her. To be close to Luniara was to invite ruin, to paint a target on ones own back. In a world ruled by a tyrant who hunted those of unnatural strength, no one wished to share in her fate.
And so she was left to rot in the gutters of her own home, abandoned by all but the gnawing hunger in her belly and the relentless, burning anger in her soul.
She should have died there, another forgotten shadow in a world that had no place for her. But Luniara refused to be forgotten. When the kings soldiers came, sweeping through the land in search of strong warriors to fuel his unending conquest, she did not resist. She was not takenshe offered herself willingly. For if she was to be a monster, then she would carve a place for herself in a world that had already forsaken her. She would become something feared. Something untouchable.
And the king welcomed her with open arms.
He saw in her what others feared: power, untamed and raw, an ember waiting to be stoked into an inferno. He did not cast her aside. He shaped her, honed her into a weapon. Under his rule, she became his shadow, his executioner, the blade that struck down those who dared to defy him.
The wolf that once sat in the streets became a legend of terror. She told herself it did not matter. That it was better to be feared than to be weak. That the blood on her paws was justified.
But then came the prince.
He was nothing like his father. Where the king was cold, his son was warmth incarnate. Where the king ruled with fear, his son inspired with hope. He was everything Luniara had convinced herself did not exista light in the darkness, unyielding and bright. She hated him for it.
And yet, she was drawn to him.
He saw something in her that no one else had. Not just the blade, not just the shadow that trailed the kings footsteps. He spoke to the part of her she had buried long agothe child who once longed for kindness, for belonging. Slowly, against all reason, she let herself believe that perhaps, in his light, she could be something more than the monster she had become.
Their love was foolish. Forbidden.
When the time came to confess their truth to the king, they stood together, unflinching. They would fight for a future free of fear, free of chains. But fate had never been kind to Luniara, and war is never so simple.The battle was a storm of steel, fire, and fury. The king fell, his reign crumbling beneath the weight of their rebellion. But in the chaos, something inside Luniara shattered.
She had spent years suppressing the power within her, keeping it on a leash so it would not consume her entirely. But the moment her rage overtook her, the moment she let gothere was no stopping it. Darkness exploded from her like a dying star, a force so immense it swallowed everything in its path. She had thought herself in control. She had believed she could wield her power without consequence.
She was wrong.
When the dust settled, the battlefield lay silent. The kingdom, freed from its tyrant, rejoiced. But Luniara did not hear the cries of victory. She did not see the banners of liberation raised high.
Because there, amid the ruins of what she had wrought, lay the prince.The one who had seen her, who had loved her, who had believed in the good within her.
And she had killed him.
The grief that followed was unlike anything she had ever known. It was not the cold, distant pain she had become accustomed to, nor the dull ache of old wounds. It was a fire that hollowed her out from the inside, that left her screaming beneath a sky that would never hear her cries.
She ran.
Luniara vanished into the depths of the Shadowed Forest, a place untouched by time, where even the bravest of souls dared not tread.
Breeding Info
There, she wandered aimlessly, consumed by guilt, by sorrow, by the ever-growing darkness within her. Her power, once a tool she had wielded with ruthless efficiency, now festered unchecked, feeding off her torment, growing stronger with each passing day. She does not know what she is becoming.
A monster, perhaps. A demon lurking in the dark, cursed to walk the earth alone. Or perhaps something else. Something not yet written in the stars. For even in the deepest shadow, a single ember can still burn.
And maybejust maybeLuniaras story is not yet over.
| Personality
CORE TRAITS:
Determined & Resilient Born into hardship, Luniara refuses to be weak or dependent on others. She fights for survival and will never let herself be powerless again.
Cold & Calculating Years of pain have hardened her; she views emotions as a liability and chooses logic and strategy over sentiment.
Fiercely Independent Trust is a luxury she cannot afford. She has learned to rely on herself alone, unwilling to let others get too close.
Ruthless & Efficient Once the kings enforcer, she knows how to strike without hesitation, making calculated choices with little remorse- at least, on the surface.
Tortured & Guilt-Ridden Beneath her hardened exterior lies a heart weighed down by sorrow and self-loathing. She cannot forgive herself for her past sins, especially the death of the prince.
Unstable & Volatile Her powers are deeply tied to her emotions, and when her guilt or rage flares, they surge uncontrollably. She fears losing herself completely.
Sharp-Witted & Perceptive A survivor by nature, she reads people easily, knowing their strengths, weaknesses, and unspoken intentions.
Once Hopeful, Now Cynical The princes love had shown her a glimpse of redemption, but with him gone, she believes she is beyond saving.
Preferences
MANNERISMS & BEHAVIOUR:
Often speaks in a calm, measured tone, rarely raising her voice; even when furious.
Tends to keep her distance, positioning herself near exits or in the shadows.
Rarely sleeps peacefully, haunted by nightmares of the past.
When stressed or emotional, her powers subtly manifest (shadows flicker, the air grows heavier, an unnatural chill lingers).
Uncomfortable with physical affection or kindness, often responding with sarcasm or cold indifference.
Despite her self-imposed exile, she still watches from the shadows, unable to fully let go of the world she once fought for.
INTERNAL STRUGGLES & CONFLICTS:
Guilt vs. Survival She believes she deserves punishment but also clings to life instinctively.
Darkness vs. Redemption Her powers and rage threaten to consume her, yet a buried part of her still longs for the light.
Isolation vs. Connection She pushes others away for their own safety, but deep down, she fears being truly alone.
Control vs. Chaos She constantly struggles to suppress her power, knowing that if she loses control again, more innocents may suffer.
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES:
Masterful Fighter & Strategist Trained in warfare, skilled in both physical combat and tactics.
Resistant to Manipulation Having been used before, she recognizes deception and refuses to be a pawn again.
Deeply Loyal (When Trust is Earned) While she avoids attachment, those few who break through her walls earn unwavering devotion.
Self-Destructive Tendencies She believes she deserves suffering and rarely acts in her own best interest.
Emotional Instability When overwhelmed by grief or anger, her powers explode beyond her control.
Fear of Hope Any chance at redemption terrifies her, as she believes she will only destroy whatever good remains.
Special Skills
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