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Character Description: Like her Mink father, Luna’s very honest with her feelings and wears her heart on her sleeve. If she likes you, you’ll know it. If she doesn’t, she’ll still let you know, either with an insult or her fist in your face, depending on how irritated she is. More like her mother, she has a fiery personality and while it usually doesn’t take much to make her angry, she tends to be more patient with people she’s close to, if only marginally. To her friends, she’s fiercely loyal and won’t hesitate to put herself in harm’s way if it means keeping them safe. The fact that she can have fun in a good fight is icing on the cake, as far as she’s concerned.
Character Goals: My goal for writing Luna is to provide a story primarily driven by character development, both in terms of skills and how Luna acts and reacts to the world around her. Her story is meant to be one of love and, together with Sol’s, of loss and the price of vengeance. Just like her name implies, her story is meant to be one side of the same coin shared with Sol’s.
Organization: Adventurer, making ends meet by hunting bounties.
Starting Sea: North Blue
Relations:
Aurora Nox: Mother (Deceased)
Comet Nox: Father (Deceased)
Sol Luminos: Her target
Marcus Istria: Ally, former Prefect of the First Cohort from the Nychthemeron Legion (Deceased)
Galen: Ally, ship's doctor and former public physician
Rufus: Ally, second-in-command of the First Cohort and navigator
Aquila: Ally, sniper and armorer
More relations to come as the story progresses.
Special Abilities: Luna’s canid ears aren’t just for show, as her hearing and sense of smell are much better than the average person’s. While her sight isn’t much better than average, she’s capable of seeing better in the dark. Her claim to fame, however, is her incredible strength, which suits her barehanded fighting style perfectly.
Thanks to the Mink blood running through her veins, she’s also capable of using Electro, though it isn’t as potent as a full-blooded Mink’s. She’s also capable of going into her Sulong form. In this form, her physical abilities and Electro strengthen. Like with full-blooded Minks, this form can only be achieved once a month during a clear, full moon night and if she maintains it too long, it’ll increase her fatigue, eventually killing her. Her father had trained her in using Sulong, but because she uses it so infrequently, the threat of her losing control is always present. And due to her being only half-Mink, her endurance for Sulong isn’t as great as a full-blooded Mink’s would be.
The Way of Lunara is a fighting style passed down through her family. While Luna’s well-versed in several forms of hand-to-hand combat, thanks to her father, her mother’s side of the family has a special fighting style that emphasizes stealth and precision. An assassin’s way of fighting that reduces the user's presence, rendering them virtually invisible to all but the most perceptive people. Luna only uses this fighting style when the situation calls for it, not only due to how it clashes with how she usually likes to handle things, but since it’s a means specifically meant to kill, she doesn’t like how it makes her feel.
Sample Post:
The young woman walked into the bustling tavern, a cloak pulled around her body and a hood pulled over her head. She took a few moments to scan the room, taking in the scent of stale alcohol and the smoke that hung in the air like a hazy ceiling, accompanied by the raucous laughter of a man who had just won the pot in a card game he was playing with other patrons. Whenever she thought of the word ‘seedy,’ she usually imagined a place similar to this and couldn’t help but chuckle at what it might mean that they tended to be her favorite places.
She turned her focus back toward the bar and approached leisurely. She seemed relaxed, but underneath her cloak, her body was like a wound spring; while she won’t throw the first punch, she won’t hesitate to throw the second…or third…or fourth…
She leaned against the bar and waited patiently for the bartender to finish with a customer before he walked over to her. “What’ll it be, miss?” he asked politely.
The woman said nothing as she pulled a picture out of her pocket and slid it on the countertop. It was a sketch done by someone on the last island she had visited, one of a young man with long, dark hair and a serious expression. ”I’m looking for this guy,” she said. ”I heard he was headed this way, probably would’ve shown up about a week or two ago?”
The bartender picked up the picture and studied it for a few moments. “Ah, right, the Navy captain,” he said as he handed the picture back. “There were a few girls in town pining for him, but he was either blind to not notice or didn’t care. I’m still hearing grumbles about it, truth be told.” When he saw that the woman didn’t seem to care about idle gossip, he added, “He was here about a week ago, but you missed him. He and his men headed east, if I’m not mistaken.”
”Damn,” the cloaked woman growled. At the last island, she was only a couple of days behind him, but a storm had delayed her departure. The gap widens yet again. After a moment, she said, ”Gar--Thanks, anyway. I guess I’ll grab a beer before I leave. Some food, too, I’m starving.”
She tossed some money onto the counter and took a seat on a stool as the bartender busied himself with her order. As she waited and pondered her next move, she felt an arm rest across her shoulders. “Hey, gorgeous, how’s about you let me and my pal buy you a drink?”
The woman glanced over at the large, obviously drunk man who stood to her right and had to turn away as his breath made her sensitive nose wrinkle. There was one other man to her left, she noticed, tall and lean, the kind who looked like he’d blow over in a stiff wind. His breath wasn’t much better. ”Sorry, pal, you’re too late. Already paid. Besides…” A silver eye bore into the first man’s eyes from under her hood as she shrugged off his arm and added, ”I’m already in a sour mood. If you don’t wanna make it worse, why don’t you and Stretch go bother someone else?”
The men stared at her with wide eyes before their faces twisted in drunken anger. “The hell’s wrong with you, turning down our kindness like that?” the first man’s friend spoke up, his voice high-pitched. Whether his voice was higher from anger or it was just like that, the woman had to stifle a laugh, which only made him angrier. “I’ll give you something to laugh at!” he said as he reached out and took hold of her cloak.
Electricity suddenly sparked from her body and ran up the man’s arm. He quickly let go, pulling her hood down, and stumbled backward before tripping over his feet, his legs having gone numb from the shock. He quickly recovered and opened his mouth to shout some obscenity, only for it to die in his throat as the woman rose to her feet.
Luna Nox tilted her head left, then right, cracking her neck. Her wolven ears perked up and twitched as, under her cloak, her tail swayed back and forth. ”Welp, I didn’t wanna make a scene, but who knows?” Her silver eyes glinted with excitement as cracked her knuckles, Electro arcing with each crack. ”Some exercise might pull me out of this slump.”
Luna whistled jauntily as she walked down the street, palming a sack of money. ”Who’d’ve thought that those guys had bounties on them? They weren’t worth a whole lot, but I was able to pay for the damages to the bar and I’ve still got enough leftover for supplies,” she said with a grin.
She stopped and looked up at the azure sky with a sigh. ”I’ll catch up one of these days,” she quietly said. ”No matter how long it takes, no matter what I have to go through, I’ll find you, Sol. Count on it.” She turned on her heel and pulled her hood back over her head as she walked toward the port, her singular goal like a tailwind caught in her sail, always pushing her forward.
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