Velvet's mother, Aria. Traumatized by the loss of her beloved, Velvet's father, she set out to train her daughter since early childhood to be the best of the best, to be strong so she doesn't suffer the same fate as her father did. However, her training regiment had a negative effect on Velvet's social skills, and Aria was horrified upon realizing what she was doing. She set out to course correct and be a better mother, balancing her strict training with motherly love and care.
Aria is a veteran of many battles, evident by many scars adorning her body as well as her damaged right eye. Loss of depth perception did nothing to dull her skills, as many of her opponents who attempted to take advantage of it would realize. She utterly dominates the battlefield, terrifying and tearing through her enemies with ease and overwhelming opponents several times her size.
Outside of combat, her fierce and intimidating personality gives way to a kinder, motherly disposition. She warmly welcomes guests and is eager to help others without even being asked to. She's also a bit of a romantic, most evident by her collection of romance novels and how enamored she looks while listening the songs of her daughter's friend, a feline bard.
Aria is a veteran of many battles, evident by many scars adorning her body as well as her damaged right eye. Loss of depth perception did nothing to dull her skills, as many of her opponents who attempted to take advantage of it would realize. She utterly dominates the battlefield, terrifying and tearing through her enemies with ease and overwhelming opponents several times her size.
Outside of combat, her fierce and intimidating personality gives way to a kinder, motherly disposition. She warmly welcomes guests and is eager to help others without even being asked to. She's also a bit of a romantic, most evident by her collection of romance novels and how enamored she looks while listening the songs of her daughter's friend, a feline bard.
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"Yeah, we fought in those conflicts against those ugly demon bastards and the degenerate mages who sold their souls to the dark, ruinous powers for riches and sex slaves. Thankfully, we didn't do it alone. We fought alongside countless warriors and magic users of good and pure heart. One of my favorites were those drop-dead gorgeous catgirls with their fantastic weapons, festooned with gold and jewels, and so full of life and vitality. Unfortunately, most of them were still young, fresh out of warrior training and a little too naïve for their own good. Those ladies tended to need help in tight spots, and would recklessly throw themselves at the enemy despite the obvious danger. And yeah, we spent a lot of nights in the tents with those ladies indeed. Heh."
"On the other hand, there was the occasional "silver vixen" among them, few in number and looking like they were pretty much frustrated with life. And their choice of weaponry was for example, an older generation sword or mace, little or no precious metals or gems to speak off. Not exciting, but still functioned perfectly without flaw, and chances were, such weapons were no longer being made, out of production to put it that way. And you couldn't just "get lucky" with them, you needed to prove yourself first. I fought alongside one against a vile hellbeast that broke through the defenses. We had to keep our guard up and our distance from the vermin, but we eventually put the monster down. Apparently, she liked what I brought to the table, and actually asked me to come to her private tent that night. There she was, toned figure and well endowed, in the center of her tent. We spent the night together, and I would gladly say that her scars and eyepatch didn't detract from her looks at all. On the contrary, they enhanced her look well."
"Those ladies were the ones whose space you respected no matter your rank, and for the sake of your health, should absolutely never trifle around with. They were the really dangerous ones."
- Account from an unknown veteran of the Demon and Evil Wizard wars.
"On the other hand, there was the occasional "silver vixen" among them, few in number and looking like they were pretty much frustrated with life. And their choice of weaponry was for example, an older generation sword or mace, little or no precious metals or gems to speak off. Not exciting, but still functioned perfectly without flaw, and chances were, such weapons were no longer being made, out of production to put it that way. And you couldn't just "get lucky" with them, you needed to prove yourself first. I fought alongside one against a vile hellbeast that broke through the defenses. We had to keep our guard up and our distance from the vermin, but we eventually put the monster down. Apparently, she liked what I brought to the table, and actually asked me to come to her private tent that night. There she was, toned figure and well endowed, in the center of her tent. We spent the night together, and I would gladly say that her scars and eyepatch didn't detract from her looks at all. On the contrary, they enhanced her look well."
"Those ladies were the ones whose space you respected no matter your rank, and for the sake of your health, should absolutely never trifle around with. They were the really dangerous ones."
- Account from an unknown veteran of the Demon and Evil Wizard wars.
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